Longevity: The Flawless Dream

Most likely, Lian Wuxia's disposition always lacks some delicate elements that hurt the spring and autumn. The so-called pity emotion really only lasts for a short while, and then it is abandoned by the master, and the focus is refocused. He moved back half of his body to the dry walker who was still buried in the golden seal.

At that time Yijian Fengchan had finished interrogating Drywalker, and found that he knew almost nothing about the mysterious master except that he was a man wearing white gloves and calling himself "Deng Jiuwu".The reason why he was able to slip through the net was because he was the only one among the ten chieftains in the northwest who blocked Deng Jiuwu's three palms and survived. As a reward, Lord Deng made an exception and gave him a tailor-made golden statue. Like, good for him to live a few more days.Naturally, being sealed inside the golden statue, one cannot breathe or eat. Even if the dry practitioner is not weak in cultivation, and if he enters the turtle's breath state as soon as he is sealed, he will inevitably die sooner or later.What's more, during this period, they have to endure the pain of mercury erosion all the time. Whether such a "reward" is a lenient favor or deliberate torture, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance.

Such a dry walker, expecting him to provide more information, is really embarrassing for the monk.After all, although he had the reputation of "blocking Deng Jiuwu's three palms without dying", in fact he couldn't break through the latter's protective golden light to see the opponent's face clearly.Drywalker can't say much more than the pitiful information that he wears luxurious clothes and sounds old.

His answer obviously made Yijian Fengchan quite dissatisfied, and he didn't know what the latter thought of. Suddenly, the sword qi slashed, and when it landed, fresh blood slowly slid down the freshly grown skin on the left face of the Withering Walker. Wandering around, he outlined the mysterious lines, which were exactly the flame sword marks that belonged to Tunfo Boy that he showed Lian Wuxia earlier.

A line of blood drops fell, splashing a few turbid dust.

Lian Wuxia's eyes followed the blood beads to the ground, trembling inexplicably.

Successfully tattooed the dry walker's face in a non-mainstream way, Yijian Fengchan turned around in a cool and unrestrained way - he was blocked by two big characters facing him.

"save him."

Yi Jian Feng Chan stopped his feet and turned his head. Sure enough, Lian Wuxia stood there as if he was rooted and did not move a step. His light brown pupils contained a tinge of quietness, and he stared at him without blinking.He waved his hand: "Unlock the half-body golden seal, this person can't die! To practice longevity, even if you have too much compassion, you need to choose the right target!"

Lian Wuxia remained unmoved: "Save him."

Yijian Fengchan's brows trembled, and he explained: "I keep his half body puzzled, and I am waiting for another person who can untie the golden seal to untie it for him." His face was slightly worried, but his voice was very patient, even With a hint of imperceptible gentleness.Such a pleasant attitude is almost inconceivable to the legendary person of the Northern Territory, but it's a pity that Lian Wuxia doesn't like him at all: "Can't you wait?"

Seeing her oil and salt not getting in, Yi Jian Feng Chan's already slightly blue face suddenly turned black, and he said in a vicious voice: "Anyway, people can't die, so let's go back and forth slowly and wait!"

As soon as the words came out, Lian Wuxia couldn't help frowning: "Save him!"

"Why?" Yijian Fengchan asked back.

"I'll find someone for you."

"No."

"why?"

"I'm not happy." Yijian Fengchan snorted and said coldly.

Lian Wuxia still insisted: "Save him!"

Yijian Feng Chan folded his arms, and raised an eyebrow on one side: "If you say it, I must listen?"

This is indeed a reason.They are companions, but they are not in a subordinate relationship. It is not even clear whether they are friends or not. She has no right to force him to do things he refuses to do unless he is violently suppressed.And because of the meat-eating issue, they had already had a lot of trouble with each other. For the time being, she didn't want to resort to force, so Lian Wuxia thought hard for a while, and finally found a reason: "I'm older than you."

Yijian Fengchan always forgets the terrifying age difference between this seemingly young girl and himself, but he is always reminded of it because of some kind of opportunity, and his expression twitches immediately: "Yes, respectful old man Loving the young is indeed a human virtue—it’s a pity that I’m an evil person." As he spoke, he moved his footsteps and wanted to escape.Unexpectedly, Lian Wuxia seemed to have expected it long ago, and didn't see her doing anything, Qingya flew up like a snow and lightning, blocking his way tightly.The girl's bright and charming eyes were full of undeniable stubbornness: "Then you don't have to leave."

The veins on the top of Yijian Fengchan's head jumped up and down happily, and he squeezed out the words he had yelled countless times in the past few months: "Lian Changsheng, do you want to kill each other?"

Lian Wuxia's eyes were a little bit embarrassed, but the hand that was holding on to the plum branch was already condensed, and he explained what it meant to "let the horse come over".Seeing their swords and swords on the verge of breaking out, Dry Walker sighed with a wry smile, put his palms together and recited a Buddha's name: "Xitan Wuliang, the evil benefactor untied the golden seal half of his body, and has saved the poor monk's life. Accept it, but since the evil benefactor has his own intentions, the practice benefactor doesn't have to force it."

Lian Wuxia glanced at the sealed half of his body. Her Celestial Eye Curse had already been successfully completed. This glance pierced through gold and silver, and it was impossible to see that his legs and feet had been corroded by the mercury inside the gold seal. It was just that Just pretending to be peaceful.She withdrew her gaze, didn't argue with Yijian Fengchan any longer, and walked forward.Yijian Fengchan didn't have time to be on guard, but she grabbed the beast's head on the neckline and turned around and dragged it back.

"What are you doing? Don't pull the collar! What does it look like for a girl to grab a man's collar casually!" He frowned and shouted, while trying to stabilize his figure with his hands.Helplessly, Lian Wuxia's seemingly slender and catkin-like body contains brute force that is not like a prehistoric behemoth but better than that of a prehistoric behemoth. She moved step by step towards the direction of the dry walker.

Seeing that the animal head adorned on his neckline was pinched and deformed, Yijian Fengchan was sullen: "Hey, you are a woman, be gentle! The animal head is about to be crushed by you!"

Lian Wuxia let go of the beast's head without looking back, but grabbed the owl feather sewn on the side of the beast's head.Although the feathers are soft to the touch, they are not as strong as animal bones. She pulled half of them down immediately, but she reacted very quickly, and immediately stretched out her other hand, firmly grasping the feathers on the other side of the animal's head. Continue to drag people with both hands.Yijian Fengchan intends to push her, but he will inevitably touch the girl's chest if he probes for a while. If he protects his neckline instead, he will have to use Lian Wuxia's hand again. He had no choice but to maintain the posture of raising his hands and surrendering, stretching his arms and shouting: "You can't pull Xiao Yu out!"

Lian Wuxia ignored him, and only focused on dragging people.

"Let go, if you don't let go, I'll show you my face!"

"I turned my face! I really turned my face!"

……

"Xitan is boundless." Withered Walker chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, the treasure was peaceful and upright - except for the two black lines hanging down slowly on his forehead.

Forced to undo the remaining half of the golden seal, Yijian Feng Chan left in a rage, leaving Lian Wuxia standing where he was, raising his hand to stare at the few remaining feathers between his fingers, only to realize that he felt a little uneasy.

This time, she seemed to have really gone too far.

She was stunned for a while, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the Withered Walker crawling among the golden statues scattered all over the ground, a very distinct expression of despair and self-blame trembled on the expressionless withered face.He crawled on the ground dragging his bony stump legs, he struggled to pile up the fragments of the golden statue scattered everywhere, and found sharp tiles, and dug holes on the ground bit by bit.Lian Wuxia thought for a while, but didn't help, just stood aside and watched, took over his work for a while when he was exhausted and stopped to breathe, and handed over to him without saying a word when he recovered.

The Drywalker doesn't need help right now.For him, physical pain is insignificant compared to the guilt in his heart.Only through this almost self-abuse method can the bottomless pain and guilt in the monk's heart be slightly filled.

"The poor monk is ashamed to treat them." After sitting in front of the simple grave for a long time, the dry walker made a sound.So many fresh lives pinned their hope of survival on him, but he was so incompetent that he completely failed their trust and even affected their lives.

Lian Wuxia glanced at his legs, they could hardly be called legs, at most they could only be regarded as bones connected by a few lingering muscles: "You have tried your best."

Withered Walker trembled and raised his skinny hands to cover his eyes.He tried his best, but even if he tried his best and even risked his own life, he was still powerless to prevent the tragedy from happening.Lian Wuxia turned his face to the side, and when he calmed down, he wrote: "Indulging in self-ashamedness, it is better to pray for the blessing of the dead in the afterlife."

long silence.

The monk finally let go of his hands, his face returned to his usual dullness, but his eyes glowed with a little expression: "The poor monk will build a shrine to the dry Buddha in the ten chieftains in the northwest, accepting believers, and praying for the disaster of the motherland. .”

Seeing that he finally had a sense of survival, Lian Wuxia was relieved, then took out the wound medicine, and pointed at his leg with the ruler Su Danqing.Withered Walker understood, smiled stiffly, waved his palm and picked up the medicine bottle and put it in his hand: "The poor monk is fine, and he can take care of his injured leg by himself. The practice benefactor should go and chase after the evil benefactor."

Do you seal Zen with one sword?Lian Wuxia finally remembered the certain human evil that left in a fit of anger, and his eyes darkened slightly.At this moment, with Yijian Fengchan, I am afraid that he will never want to see her again.If I chase after him to apologize again, it will only make him more angry, right?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help shaking her head, and wrote: "Your face injury also needs to be properly treated."

What a girl who reacts slowly and never pays attention to normal thoughts!

People outside Fang look down on the love between children in the world. Logically speaking, they should turn a blind eye to some subtle emotions between men and women.However, at this moment, Dry Walker still felt that... Feng Zen with a sword was a bit pitiful.

The author has something to say: Although we don't hold hands, we can tear off the collar. The animal head on Feng Chanjun's neckline is a cute thing~~