Listen to the king's order

Night, firelight, oppressed breathing.

The fear that came from the depths of the soul was wrapped in a tongue of fire that continued to extend forward, burning along Lu Ming's hair to the internal organs, and devoured him every inch and every inch.

The sword, light and sword shadow bloomed the most chilling fireworks, and the deep red blood color was like a well-adjusted pigment, embellishing the most brilliant colors of the fireworks bit by bit.

The screams came in a narrow way, piercing the eardrums like silver needles, like the howling wind on the Tianshan Mountains, like the howling of evil spirits from the endless hell.

Standing in the raging fire, Lu Ming let the scorching heat engulf him, whipping his scorched flesh over and over again, only a pair of dark eyes, shining with starlight stubbornly.

The monstrous flames receded, and the scenes overlapped, only the smell of blood seemed to never dissipate.

He saw himself being thrown on the ground like an abandoned child, the blue sword light was flowing, and he couldn't open his eyes so piercingly.

With an inaudible cry of pain, his body became more and more limp after venting his strength, Lu Ming stretched out his hand in vain, his thin lips opened and closed, and he said two words silently: "Don't..."

don't want……

Lu Ming saw that the self who was slaughtered by others on the ground was also muttering these two words.

If time stopped at this moment, everything after that would not happen.

In a panic, Lu Ming groped for a long sword from the blood-flowing ground. He picked up the sword tremblingly, and the tendons on his wrist swelled mercilessly.

As long as you block this sword light, as long as you block...

Lu Ming gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, but he only raised the sword to the height of half a man.

An inappropriate taunt filled my ears:

"I still prefer you with a sword."

"Why, can't you hold it?"

"Want to chop off my hand? Can you still lift a sword now?"

Why can't you lift the sword?How can I not lift the sword?

Lu Ming stared at his hand holding the hilt of the sword in astonishment, as if he could no longer hold it if he raised it a little higher.

"Oh, I almost forgot, isn't it your lover who made you unable to lift your sword?"

"Your enemy is standing in front of you, why don't you make a move?"

"Have you forgotten those lingering days when your martial arts were abolished and your tendons were severed?"

The bone-eating pain came out like the wind from every crevice of flesh and blood, eating away at Lu Ming's overwhelmed mind like a whale.

A white figure floated in front of his eyes, his back was facing Lu Ming, and his face could not be discerned.

He was holding an ice-blue long sword, and a string of silver chains gleamed on his wrist, but his sword was aimed at the immobile self on the ground.

A voice came one after another in my mind—kill him.

Kill him, and there will be no more nightmares, no more pain.Kill him and you will be completely freed.

Yes, kill him.

Lu Ming nodded in persuasion. Holding the long sword in both hands, he held back the maddening pain from his muscles and bones, and aimed at the man's back.

The blade of the long sword touched his white clothes, as long as he stabbed hard, there would be no difficulty.

Lu Ming bit his lower lip, as if this could cover the pain in his tendons, he stabilized his mind, and tightened his hand holding the sword a little more.

The man in front of him moved slightly.

Lu Ming looked hesitantly at the side of the man's face. He saw the man's iron-tight jaw. From there, the neck and shoulders were placed at a perfect angle to form an indestructible city wall.Looking down, Lu Ming was shocked to find that the man's fingertips holding the sword hilt were trembling.

It's just that the trembling was so small and insignificant that it made the man look resolute and almost heartless.

The edge of the sword was tightly attached to the back of the man's heart, but Lu Ming felt an invisible force come out from the bottom of his heart, pulling his arm gently and slowly, making the long sword that was about to break into the man's body move back A few points.

At this moment, the man's figure moved, and the blue sword light lit up again.

"Ah—" An uncontrollable cry of pain burst out, Lu Ming's palm softened, and the long sword fell to the ground like losing its strength.

Blood poured out of Lu Ming's body like rain, as if trying to squeeze him dry, not a single drop was left.Lu Ming panicked and covered the wound on his wrist, and took a few steps back.

Why not kill him?Why not do it?

Lu Ming looked at the blood-stained hands in shock, and roared at the white back as if he couldn't stand it anymore: "Why are you doing this to me!"

Everything around him disappeared, and only the back figure in front of him and Lu Ming, who was bleeding like a river, remained between the sky and the earth.

The man slowly turned around in the vast land, Lu Ming's dark pupils suddenly shrank.

"Qi Chen..."

A miserable smile froze on Jiang Qichen's lips, and on his chest was a scimitar named Qingyue.

"Ming'er," Jiang Qichen smiled lowly, the bright red dyed the large snow-white skirt on his chest in a palpitating color, and he looked at Lu Ming tenderly in the empty land: "I'm leaving."

Lu Ming's feet were as heavy as lead. He stretched out his hand in a panic, but he couldn't reach Jiang Qichen: "Qichen, don't go."

"I hurt you, you killed me, we're done."

Lu Ming shouted at the top of his lungs, his hands clawing at the void in vain: "No, you can't go! You can't leave me!"

"Take care and live well."

Jiang Qichen backed away step by step, like a cloud of white mist, which was blown by the wind and dispersed in all directions.His voice became farther and farther away, and his figure gradually became transparent. Only the red spot on his chest, like an eternal spell, dyed Lu Ming's eye sockets blood red.

"Qichen—"

Lu Ming sat up from the bed suddenly, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat and panting heavily, his thin underwear was already completely wet, his face was as pale as paper without even a trace of blood.

He glanced blankly at the environment in front of him, it was the Brahma Temple of Medicine King Valley.

"Qi Chen..."

The memory before fainting came one after another, as if someone forcibly stuffed a pile of waste, Lu Ming felt that his mind was heavy.He lifted off the thin quilt on his body, his feet went limp as soon as he landed on the ground, and his whole body was as light as a ball of cotton wool.

Only then did Lu Ming realize that his body was burning hot, and even his throat was burning.

"Lu Ming!" As soon as Hua Wudao opened the door, he saw Lu Ming lying limply beside the bed, and was so scared that he almost threw the medicine bowl out of his hand.

Lu Ming raised his head from his stupor, and he vaguely recognized the person coming from the sore eye sockets burned by Gao: "Hua Wudao?"

Hua Wudao put down the medicine bowl in his hand and was about to help him, but Lu Ming's hot palm grabbed his wrist: "Where's Qichen?"

Hua Wudao gave a slight pause under Lu Ming's palm, helped Lu Ming to sit on the bed silently, and after a long while, he said with difficulty: "...you are next door, don't worry."

Lu Ming loosened his grip on the collar, and then exhaled heavily. He slightly closed his sore eyes, feeling that there was still moisture in the eye sockets, but when he opened them again, there was no dryness.

"Help me to see him."

Lu Ming stretched out a hand to Hua Wudao, but the latter pressed him tightly in front of him. Hua Wudao handed the medicine bowl to Lu Ming, and said forcefully, "You drink the medicine first."

The bitter medicinal juice was steaming in his palm, Lu Ming's hand holding the medicinal bowl froze, and he suddenly looked at Hua Wudao sharply: "What's wrong with Qi Chen?"

"..."

Seeing Hua Wudao's silent expression, Lu Ming's spirit tensed up again. He put the medicine bowl aside and struggled to get off the bed.But at this time, his body was soft, there was no room for resistance at all, and he was easily restrained by Hua Wudao.

"You let me go."

Hua Wudao stood in front of Lu Ming, stretched his arms around Lu Ming, and wrapped him in his arms: "Lu Ming, don't make trouble, you are still sick, Jiang Qichen has Duan Guzhu, you are It's useless to go now..."

Lu Ming struggled dejectedly, without the slightest restraint from Hua Wudao, he could only yell at him: "Then tell me what happened to Qi Chen!"

"Hey!" Hua Wudao pushed Lu Ming back and threw him on the bed in frustration: "People are still alive, just...just unconscious, Master Duan is already thinking of a way, you...don't worry."

"What is unconsciousness?"

Lu Ming slammed his head on the quilt, and his whole body was spinning, but his mind was very clear, trying to figure out the meaning behind Hua Wudao's simple sentence.

Unconscious?Why live without consciousness?

"It's the living dead."

The words "living dead", like a piece of hot iron, were firmly and firmly imprinted on Lu Ming's fragile heart, burning his flesh with a burst of meaty smell. White smoke, leaving an indelible scar.

Lu Ming stopped struggling suddenly, and even his eyes became distracted.

It was clear that his whole body was terribly hot, but he clearly felt the chill coming from the bottom of his heart, as if a layer of frost had formed on the scorching wound, freezing his whole body from the inside out. The joints all over his body "clacked", making him curl up uncontrollably.

"Lu... Lu Ming, what's wrong with you... don't scare me..." Hua Wudao looked at Lu Ming who was shivering in a ball, desperately biting his fingertips, and said in a trembling voice: "I'll go Call Master Duan Gu..."

The last needle pierced into the acupuncture point on the wrist, and finally the monstrous chill on Lu Ming's body dissipated.

Duan Qing looked at Lu Ming who was tied into a scarecrow with a deep face, ignoring the sad plea in his eyes, and said solemnly: "If you don't take care of yourself, even if Qi Chen wakes up, you won't be able to see him .”

"Grandpa Duan..."

"You don't have to act like a baby to me," Duan Qingshen said mercilessly, "The bigger you are, the harder it is to deal with."

Duan Qingshen turned his back, leaving Lu Ming with a slightly hunched back, he was already old.

Lu Ming asked tentatively, "Grandpa Duan, can Qichen wake up?"

"I don't know," Duan Qingshen said calmly, "At the time of life and death, he had penetrated the topmost layer of the Mahayana technique, 'Immortal', and forced his broken breath back. But in this world, except for the Immortal Voga back then, No one has practiced this technique from head to toe, ghosts know what 'immortality' is."

"Isn't it possible to be immortal after practicing 'immortality'? Why can't I wake up..."

"It's only when a person is alive that he can practice immortality. He is about to die. Who knows whether to hold back his breath or spit it out." Duan Qingshen choked back with a sullen face: "None of you two makes people Don't worry."

Lu Ming closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "...It's my fault, he did it for me."

"It's useless to talk about it now." Duan Qingshen couldn't see Lu Ming being wronged since he was a child. Hearing him say something so uncomfortable, he couldn't help slowing down his expression: "I knew that things would become like this. Five years ago, I should have personally Do it."

Lu Ming's eyelashes trembled, and he thought, it would be great if Xuanfeng's palm fell directly on him.He was a useless person with an empty shell and a hollow foundation, and he died as soon as he died.But Jiang Qichen is different, he is so good, there are so many things waiting for him to do in this world, he shouldn't do this for himself.

He was so immersed in his overwhelming pain that he didn't understand Duan Qingshen's overtones.

"What?" Lu Ming asked.

Duan Qingshen finally turned around and raised half of his gray eyebrows at Lu Ming: "Why, Qichen didn't tell you? I thought you two got back together because he told you."

Lu Ming's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he fixedly looked at Duan Qingshen with doubts on his face.

What should Qi Chen tell me?What should I know?By the way, Qichen said he wanted to explain to me, what did he want to tell me?

There was a rhythm in the deepest part of his heart, a hidden seed was quietly sprouting, Lu Ming opened his eyes slightly, and personally tore open the scar that had been raised for five years, the blood was dripping but no longer Also feel no pain.

The author has something to say:

Lulu finally wants to know the difficulties of navel orange~!

PS About the question of immortality after practicing Mahayana exercises~

In fact, immortality is just a way of saying. After all, there are very few people who have practiced it, so the spread is a bit evil. It just makes people age slower than normal people.So don’t worry about navel oranges not getting old. Lulu will get old. On the one hand, Lulu also knows Mahayana exercises. On the other hand, Lulu is several years younger than navel oranges~

So Lulu and Qichen have a lot of time to be happy~