Linyuan Dengxian

"I'm going to drive 720 bone spurs into your vital points, infuse the elixir liquid, and then pull the ice dragon's tendons to repair the meridian." Wuyou said, and paused, "I want to remove the clothes...".

Qing Xu's face turned red like a fire, his eyes gleamed, he bit his lip, and remained silent for a while.

"If you find it inconvenient, I'll cover my eyes, just because I'm afraid I'll make a mistake," Wuyou explained, her eyes fell on her blushing face, and her expression became uncomfortable.

"Cough...no need", after Qing Xu finished speaking, he turned his face away, wishing he could bury himself in the ground, his neck and the back of his ears were flushed, his silver hair slid past his ears, wrapped around his jade neck, making him feel so romantic. People are in awe.

Wuyou subconsciously brushed her silver hair behind her ears, and with a blow from her palm, the plain shirt on her body instantly disappeared.

A body as clean as jade came into view, Wuyou moved her eyes away, her ears were hot, her fingers flexed, a white bead suddenly turned into light smoke and mist, entwined with Qing Xu, vaguely shadowed, which made her less aware of it. Embarrassed and ashamed.

Wuyou's face became serious, and when she brushed her palm, 720 white bone spurs appeared in the air, glowing with fairy lights. She brushed her palm, and the bone spurs spread out. She tapped down with her fingers, and one of the bone spurs pierced into Qingxu's chest. In the acupuncture point, immediately after, the second, third...

At the beginning, Qingxu only felt a slight tingling pain, but as the bone spurs continued to pierce the acupuncture points, her body gradually became aware of the pain, and the pain became more and more clear. She bit her lip and endured it, her body trembling unbearably.

The key points pierced by the bone spurs swelled and swelled, exuding scorching heat. At the same time, each bone spur that fell into it gradually gave birth to pain that penetrated into the bone marrow. There is a delicate red flower, which is dazzling.

In the white mist, she couldn't see Wuyou's expression clearly, and when the bone spur penetrated into the limbs, the first bone penetrated into the Tiantu point under the neck, and then went down to the Huagai point, Qingxu's face burned instantly up.

Going down from the neck to Yutang and Tanzhong, Qingxu trembled all over, she didn't know whether it was pain or embarrassment, her skin turned red and she couldn't help shaking.

Going down to the Jiuwei and Guanyuan points seven inches above the navel, and finally hit the Qugu point in the depression of the pubic bone, Qingxu's mind suddenly became confused, and he subconsciously wanted to escape in embarrassment.

"Don't move," came the worry-free, quiet and calm voice in the dense smoke, even with a trace of fatigue and anger.

To manipulate 720 bone spurs and penetrate each key point accurately, without the slightest mistake, would be a great drain on her spiritual consciousness.

Otherwise, I'm afraid Wuyou won't even look at her more, Qingxu suddenly felt that his shyness, in her eyes, was probably just an unreasonable disturbance.

Wuyou's movements are extremely fast, speeding up the penetration of bone spurs can relieve Qingxu's pain, but the consumption of consciousness is huge.

Her face was pale, her eyes were calm, and she took a deep breath before holding the remaining nine bone spurs with a dignified and cautious expression.

It is the most critical step to penetrate the vital points of the head and neck.

As soon as the bone spurs in the Shenting and temples penetrated into them, Qingxu felt a piercing pain. She grunted in pain, as if an awl was drilling in her brain, tearing everything apart, all the feelings in her body gathered in her brain, No pain anywhere else.

Immediately afterwards, three more bone spurs pierced in, and the pain was clearly piercing into the bones and heart. The last bone spur pierced into Baihui acupoint, and Qingxu suddenly trembled violently, trembling uncontrollably.

One hand lightly supported Qingxu's shoulder, and pressed her down, "Don't move", Wuyou's voice sounded extremely tired.

She took out the bottle, and a silver medicinal liquid flowed out of it, exuding an astonishing and majestic immortal energy. Fascinated, the medicinal liquid turned into 720 small portions, penetrated into the acupuncture point where the bone spur had penetrated, and nourished the dry meridians.

A cool feeling flowed through the meridians in the body, relieving the severe pain. Qing Xu let out a breath, only to find that his lower lip was covered with deep tooth marks, and his whole body was covered with sweat.

Immediately afterwards, Wuyou pinched her fingers in the air, revealing an ice blue dragon tendon, bouncing and bouncing at her fingertips, a faint dragon breath permeated the air, and the surrounding air became cold. Introduce it into Qingxu's body, run through the meridians with dragon tendons, and reshape the immortal veins.

With the gradual spread of the cold medicinal power, the itching of meridians repaired, Qingxu fell into a sleepy fatigue state after the severe pain, and he didn't know how long it took before he heard Wuyou grunt, and the mist dispersed Go, and there is no trace of worry-free.

Qingxu closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

This feeling seems to have passed for a long time. In the dream, insects were constantly gnawing at her flesh and blood. Qingxu woke up suddenly, the twilight outside the window was dark, and a little bit of starlight was falling. And the immortal power in her body is even stronger than before, it is surging, swimming in the main points of the meridians.

Her eyes fell on the front of the couch, where there was a pool of deep red stains, like dried blood.

After Huaying took care of the peach tree, she saw that the doors and windows of the East Pavilion were closed tightly, but there was still an imperceptible faint smell of blood. She lingered for a long time before she plucked up the courage to go to the door of the East Pavilion and called softly, "Shenjun?" .

With that slight sound, Qing Xu opened her eyes, she was in the West Pavilion not far from the East Pavilion, not to mention with her celestial power, she could still hear the movement of Wangyou Peak very clearly.

There was no sound in Dongge for a while, Huaying's face was gloomy, she bit her lip and turned to leave when she heard a slow voice, "Come in", she was overjoyed, felt her heart beating extremely fast, and walked in lightly.

After Huaying went in, she didn't come out all night.

Dongge set up a restriction, and Qingxu's spiritual sense couldn't get in.

She lay on the couch with her eyes open, her face pale.

She never knew that a single night could be so long, just like the dewdrops condensed on the stones next to the clear spring in the mountains, it took a long time for one drop to fall, and another drop fell for a long time, tick, tick, tick...

It wasn't until dusk and dawn came that the wooden door creaked. Hua Ying pushed the door open and tiptoed out, trying not to make a sound, and quietly walked out of the East Pavilion.

Qing Xu stared blankly at the roof, sneered slightly, and slowly closed his bloodshot eyes.

The icy-cold immortal power permeated the whole body, his heart felt cold, and he gradually became disappointed in Wuyou.

She is not afraid of waiting, as long as she is sure that Wuyou still has her in her heart, even if she waits another 500, 1000, or 2000 years, Wuyou will always let go of what happened back then, will always try to let go of Xuanji, and will always try to accept her.

However, heart-rending scenes were repeated one after another. Every night she lay on the couch with her eyes open, listening intently to the movements of the East Pavilion, and the slightest sound would make her stand in awe.

Such haggard mentality made Qing Xu gradually unsure whether there was still her in Wuyou's heart.

For seven consecutive days, Hua Ying entered the East Pavilion after sunset, and only slipped out quietly the next morning.

"Shen Jun", Hua Ying, who was wearing a peach-colored fairy dress, stood awkwardly by the door, with a delicate peach blossom pinned to her temple, and her meticulously modified makeup made that Xuanji-like face even more delicate and charming.

"Come in", Wuyou got up, took off the black brocade robe, and slowly eased the plain white jacket.

"Let me do it." Huaying stepped forward, carefully unfastened her belt, and waited for her to undress.

The clothes were taken off, revealing her scarred body, with deep bone claw marks everywhere, entwined with frost and cold light, some parts had been frozen into carrion by frost, some carrion had been gouged out, revealing bright red new flesh, There is no perfect skin all over the body.

Even though it was the first time in seven days, Hua Ying still gasped when she saw these scars. One can imagine how tragic the situation was that day.

"If the Nine-Winged Ice Dragon's breath is not removed, it will be chilled to the bone and destroy the fairy body. You can just cut off the rest." Wuyou leaned on the pillar, turned his back to Huaying, and said in a deep voice.

In his hand is a black gold dagger with no front, flashing with purple awns, like a fairy weapon re-tempered by mortals, Huaying's eyes fell on the two words engraved on the dagger, Xuanji, that person name.

Hua Ying picked up the carrion with the dagger, and saw Wuyou with his back to her, his shoulders trembling slightly, his hands seemed to be embedded in the pillars, leaving finger marks one after another.

"Does it hurt?" Huaying exhaled softly, trying to relieve her pain, and asked distressedly.

"Just do your thing," Wuyou gritted his teeth and said.

The blood flowed down her slender back, formed a voluptuous blood vine around her waist, and then slowly fell down. There was a strange and seductive scene in this ferocious look, which made Huaying unable to move her eyes away. Looking down, his face was slightly hot.

Probably the pain of gouging out the flesh should be very painful. The wooden basin at hand has been changed one after another, and the bright red blood seems to flow endlessly. The dragon's breath is stubbornly drilled into the flesh, corroding. Curse of the dead dragons.

If you pull my dragon tendons, you will have to taste the pain of gouging out the flesh, and you will pay for it with pieces of flesh and blood.

Until the day was dim, Huaying removed the dragon's breath, and applied the powder on the wound. Wuyou was already sweating profusely, her lips turned white, she stood weakly supporting the pillar, and said, "Get back, don't disturb others!".

Others, besides the people in the West Pavilion right now, who else can there be in the entire Tianze Mountain?

Huaying felt sour in her heart, and then became angry again.

She still remembered the first night when she entered the East Pavilion, when the god at that time had just finished treating Qingxu, his consciousness was muddled, and the robe on his back was stuck to his flesh with sweat and blood.

She looked at her face in a daze, her eyes were tender and sad, she hugged herself, and whispered softly, "Xuanji, you are back".

Shenjun's embrace is so warm, her eyes are just like 300 years ago, looking at herself who was still a peach blossom on the branch at that time, focused and affectionate.

At that time, she fell in love with the god with affectionate eyes, but even though she was wearing the appearance of the person hidden deep in the heart of the god day and night, the god still clearly distinguished that Huaying was not Xuanji.

She can act like a puppet and look very similar to Xuanji, but she can't learn Xuanji's eyes, demeanor, smile, and gestures. She still can't become the person in the heart of the god.

Huaying doesn't expect to be able to completely occupy the heart of Shenjun, as long as she is by her side, she is content.

But Qingxu from the West Pavilion, she has been neglected by the gods for 300 years and hated by the gods, but why, she is still cared about by the gods, and she does not hesitate to risk her life to save her.

This is not fair.