My Darling Sick Beauty - Chapter 43

Jiang Zheliu has already guessed many things.

But he does worry, which is similar to what the little devil thinks. When he can get rid of the bad habit of worrying, he will truly break free from the shackles of the dust net.

He thought, the immortal journey is far away, and it is difficult for people who are covered in blood debt to get along.

As long as Jiang Zheliu thought about this matter, he would gradually have a headache. He can’t bother to think about the world. The more he thinks about it, the more serious his headache becomes, like an invisible warning from the soul.

But this is not something that can be controlled for a while.

A few days later, the burns on his hands have healed. The birds in the mountains were flying, and there was not even a single chirping. Ling Xiaojian stood alone in the same place, the patterns on the sword were like eyes staring at eternity, accompanying him silently.

On a snowy night, Jiang Zheliu and Wang Moxuan played chess for half a night. The little mute can’t say anything and seems to be the best listener.

“This step is too fast, think again.”

The candles flickered slightly, and Jiang Zheliu’s voice was light and calm.

Wang Moxuan raised his eyes and looked at him silently. For a while, it was unclear whether Senior Jiang was really talking about his move, or whether he meant something else and was talking about something else.

“Would you like to take another look?” the other party asked in a low voice.

Wang Moxuan followed his words and looked around the chess game for a while, then shook his head, indicating that he did not need to change the game.

He knew that Jiang Zheliu couldn’t go down, and even if he discovered the flaws in such a layout, he didn’t really want to change it.

The lamp shadow was drawn for a long time, and when the medicine stove downstairs smelled slightly bitter herbs, the wind in the middle of the night blew the window screens, and the plum blossoms were covered with flying snow, and the year of embers came over as usual to lead people back.

He knocked on the edge of the bamboo curtain, leaned against the door, and said, “Senior, it’s time to return the little mute to me! He’s been with you all day, tsk, you two will suffocate me… …”

Wang Moxuan stopped his hands, stood up and nodded goodbye to Jiang Zheliu, then went down from the second floor and took away the noisy medical sage His Excellency.

It’s the same every night, it’s a one-handed endgame.

Everything was as usual, a little too calm. The night wind outside the window blew snowflakes, hitting the wooden window nonstop. Xiaolu fell asleep on the table downstairs, Chang Gan finished cooking the medicine, staring at vertical pupils, accompany the medicine cup to let it cool and dry, and yawned boredly.

Time is comfortable, if you can end your old age with this, it will be a good death.

Sitting under the candlelight, he took out from the bookcase a volume of ancient books that he had seen last time, put it on his lap and turned to the previous page, but his fingers paused before turning it over.

A slender Buddhist lottery fell out of the middle of the ancient book.

It should be that he was sleepy when he was reading a book, he put the Buddhist sign in the book to distinguish the progress, but then he forgot.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and picked up the Buddha sign, his eyes stopped for a while on the four prophecies, and said in a low voice: “…the dream of the body…the two former alliances.”

He and the little devil have no previous alliance to investigate.

Jiang Zheliu watched for a while, then reached out and rubbed the aching eyebrows, and not long after closing his eyes, he heard the sound of the wooden window being knocked open from the outside.

……Um?

He opened his eyes and saw a woman wearing a mask appearing outside the window on the second floor, using her claws with bone spurs to open the closed window from the outside.

Jiang Zheliu quietly watched her open the wooden window and drilled her head in, with a gust of cold wind and broken snow.

“Evil Queen.” Gongyi Yan Shenlan’s eyes stared at him, “I’m here to deliver something.”

Jiang Zheliu sighed for the way the Demon Realm came to the door, and said, “…The window is a bit narrow, it’s hard work.”

“It’s not hard.” The witch stretched out her hand and pulled the falcon mask on her face, so that the mask completely covered her expression. Then he drilled in with his head and shoulders, reached out and handed a piece of rope to Jiang Ziliu.

It seems to be used to replace the resurrection stone. There are many small seal characters engraved on it. There are demons and demons. Even the finely divided spiritual stones that decorate it are different. It seems that it has been prepared for a long time. The black color is the bottom , shiny, and the style is very fancy.

“Your Highness said,” Gongyiyan conveyed, “When he is done with his work, he will come to accompany you for the past few days.”

Although she said this, it did not prevent her from feeling that the Lord’s mouth was a deceitful ghost. There is no certainty about starting a war. I don’t know how long this kind of continuous busyness will last.

Just when Jiang Ziliu stretched out his hand to take it, the big demon in front of him suddenly gathered his fingers again, looked at his neck and said, “I’ll wear it for you.”

…Stuck in the window and still so alive?

Before he could open his mouth to refuse, the other party sneaked in a little more, his thin waist passed smoothly, and then he spread out his hand and untied the pendant on his neck.

Jiang Zheliu was afraid that he would let others fall if he hides, so he didn’t say much.

Facts have proved that demons, regardless of gender, regardless of IQ and EQ, are more or less stupid, but the way they behave is not the same.

Gongyiyan’s breath was very cold, because she had been guarding outside, and her body was covered with the wind and chill of the snowy night. It’s a bit cold to get close, but as a demon, her manic-depressive feeling that has always been unstable is exactly the same as Wen Renye.

She changed the rope of the pendant for the queen, and when her fingers touched the resurrection stone, she suddenly felt a feeling similar to a crack, her movement stopped abruptly, and she looked up at Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu also looked at her: “What’s wrong?”

Gongyiyan was silent for a while, and then said: “…Jiang Xianzun.”

“Um.”

“Have you ever thought about what our Honorable Master will do after a hundred years?”

This sentence was asked very calmly, like a small pebble thrown into the lake, and the waves that splashed were very subtle, spreading out layer by layer.

Jiang Zheliu actually didn’t think much about it. He stared silently at the Demon Race in front of him, and said slowly: “…Even if it is the tradition of the Demon World, it cannot force the Demon Venerable to end in one and be alone.”

Gongyiyan stopped talking, but turned the resurrection stone in her hand, took his hand, and touched the faint crack.

The power of foreign objects does not last long. Just like adding oil to a candle and adding fuel to a fire, there will always be a day when it will burn out.

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment.

He has no cultivation base, even if he is still at the half-step Jinxian realm, it is not as sharp as before. If he is not pulled to find such a small crack, he may not find it until a long time later.

Even though treasures can make flowers bloom for ten miles, they are not inexhaustible. His life was continued with painstaking effort, every day and night.

“…Thank you.” Jiang Zheliu took the pendant and put it back on again. His throat was itchy due to the cold wind outside. Authentic, “It was me who made the mistake of him, I will find a way…”

“What do you think?”

Gongyi Yan was cold and authentic.

Although she asked, she didn’t seem to want an answer, but the words came to her mouth and she blurted out.

Jiang Zheliu looked at her for a moment, then said, “I have far-reaching plans for the person I love, and put out the war for innocent life. What do you think?”

Gongyiyan was stunned, and after a long time, she said softly, “You know.”

“Well.” Jiang Zheliu stood up, pressed the Buddhist sign in his hand into the ancient book again, and beckoned Gongyiyan to come in. “Close the window.”

It was too cold for him to take it.

The witch wearing a mask got in, turned around and closed the window, and then saw Jiang Ziliu, who was dressed in white, spread out the letter paper and dipped it in ink.

The two words to pick up the pen are the name of the Qinglong Zhenjun. This letter is to the demon world.

She sat next to her, staring at Jiang Ziliu, writing word by word. The handwriting was elegant and smooth, and her sharpness was restrained. Like herself, this seemed to be a mediation letter to the demon world.

“The four immortal gates in the realm of cultivation, except for the unborn Lanruo Temple, are all rotten and dilapidated, and they are embarrassing to be used. Taking this opportunity, you can clean them up in one fell swoop, kill all those who are not in the right mind, and destroy the arrangement of the immortal gates. Come on top, get back on your feet.”

“And if the demons want to enter the realm of cultivation, they must first fight for the realm of the demons as a place to borrow. Qinglin is alone, and he does not dare to stand up, but he is unwilling to give in thousands of miles. If there is such a deadlock, it is because of this. “

Halfway through his words, he covered his lips and coughed a few times. He was still a little uncomfortable when he was rushed by the wind and snow just now.

“I wrote a book for my friend and asked her to cooperate with Wen Renye to create an image of serious internal tension between the two worlds. I will lure people from various factions to attack, and if they enter the net, they will kill them. Intertwined interest factions.” He continued to narrate without stopping, “The world of self-cultivation is connected with the human world, there are countless blessed places in the heavens, and there are thousands of uncultivated places. It’s just that these places will not be easily given to the demon world, you have to kill them. , yes. But there shouldn’t be any unprovoked killings.”

“Under the sword, there will be results. Otherwise, Wenren Ye kills countless debts, and the catastrophe will be difficult to overcome.”

Jiang Zheliu finished writing the letter, sealed the envelope, pressed it under his fingers, and added another sentence: “The four great immortal gates have a great formation of mountain gates, which is extremely difficult to break. I’m afraid it won’t be successful in one fell swoop, so take your time.”

Gongyiyan was stunned for a long time, and it took a long while to regain her senses, and she said dumbly: “We… we have a solution.”

“Well.” Jiang Zheliu didn’t ask more, “I can’t tell what the final result will be. The atmosphere of your demon world is very special, and it is a part that I can’t predict. … This letter will be handed over to you, okay?”

She had no reason to say “no”.

Gongyiyan felt a buzzing sound in her mind until she got the letter. She didn’t even react for a while. For the huge comprehension world, is it right to cut off stumps to gain new vitality, and she didn’t realize that Jiang Xianzun had such an attitude.

She glanced at each other through the mask and said, “You…you are going to destroy the Lingxiao faction.”

Break the restraints and obstacles of the four immortal gates, and let new forces pour in. The Lingxiao faction is the leader of the four immortal gates, and it is inevitable.

Jiang Zheliu didn’t speak. After a long time, he coughed lightly and smiled helplessly.

“Can’t you not say it?”

Gongyiyan immediately shut up, turned around, opened the window, and jumped down.

Jiang Zheliu was about to close the window when he saw a hand sticking out from below and closing the window with great effort.

… as expected of you.

The medicine downstairs had been drying for too long. After a while, Chang Gan, who fell asleep accidentally, held the medicine bowl and rubbed his eyes and brought it up. After smelling it in the room, he noticed a little other people’s breath.

“Brother?” He handed the medicine to Jiang Zheliu and blinked, “Has anyone been here?”

“No.” The person who came was also not human, “Are you asleep?”

“Well.” Chang Gan was a little embarrassed. He looked at Jiang Ziliu for a while, then suddenly said, “Are you not feeling well?”

Not only is it uncomfortable, when he was talking about the things just now, he had a terrible headache, and he has not yet retreated. It’s just that he has a high tolerance for pain, and there is no particularly obvious performance.

“A little,” he said. “Are you sleepy? Go back to sleep.”

Chang Gan shook his head worriedly, reached out and touched the other’s forehead, he was relieved when he didn’t feel the heat, and muttered, “When the little uncle comes back, if I know that you are not feeling well, I will be too anxious to fall asleep again.”

Jiang Zheliu took a sip of the medicine, closed his eyes and thought about the scene, smiled slightly, and said, “Then he’d better come back earlier, while I’m not angry.”

Chang Gan was stunned for a while, but didn’t understand: “Why… does my brother miss him?”

“Hmm.” Jiang Zheliu glanced at the lampstand, tears running down from the candle, and sparks filled his eyes. The smell of the medicine spreads in the mouth, gradually increasing and continuing.

“On the face of the world, you should not have any regrets when you meet one side less.”

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Eternal hardship, the only death.

But for the Netherworld, death is not the end, but the beginning.

In the secret room of Tianji Pavilion, the lights were relit.

Wang Wenyuan, wearing a folding fan in white, sat aside and waited. He poured a cup of tea, and the tea foam rose and fell on the water, undetermined.

He is waiting for someone.

Until the night was at its most intense, on the ground of the secret room, a section of river water exuding a rotten breath flowed out of thin air, and Zhu Wuxin’s figure was revealed in the water through magic.

To be precise, it was the “Zhu Wuxin” who seemed to control it.

This body is well preserved, and through the ghost repairing deeds on the body, He Zuoxu can use the technique of possessing the body to reopen his eyes on him. At the same time, this body has also undergone some special refining, hiding its breath.

Wang Wenyuan got up and saluted, “He Zunzhu.”

He Susu tilted his head, and the bones between his neck made a creaking sound. He stretched out in the child’s body for a while, then stepped forward, sat beside Wang Wenyuan, squinted and said, “What’s the matter? Ask me for something?”

If it weren’t for the demon world, the group of demons would have already called the door at this time, and there would be no chance to discuss countermeasures.

Wang Wenyuan stroked the folding fan with one hand, and said without a smile: “He Zunzhu can use the way of possessing the body to let some primordial spirits leave the bottom of the Styx River. It’s already a credit for the younger generation. If it wasn’t for me. Guide Zhu Wuxin to go to the underworld to find seniors, how can you reach an agreement?”

“It’s a pity that the trick you said is useless.” He Suxi licked his fangs, “Although Wen Renye is crazy, as long as Jiang Ziliu is by his side, he can take it at any time… There are only two left. The secluded giant chain, but there is no chance to guide him to fight me again.”

Wang Wenyuan knocked on the folding fan and said, “What if Jiang Ziliu wasn’t there?”

He Susu looked away and stared at him with green eyes.

“You want me to kill him?”

“If the results of my divination are good, his deadline is already approaching, but… he still needs a little push.” ​​Wang Wenyuan paused, “And Wen Renye will definitely protect him like an iron barrel, as long as he starts, he will be killed. Perceived, how dare the junior let you kill him.”

He Susu twitched the corners of his mouth: “Why, do you have something important to tell him?”

“Naturally.” Wang Wenyuan laughed, took out the note cicada left at that time, and put it on the table, “Lin Qingxu took Wutong Hanqingsan for Zhu Wuxin, how could it be? Don’t let Immortal Venerable know?”

His younger brother, whom he loved and protected for thousands of years, died under the sword of Ling Xiao, how could there be no twists and turns in it?

“Head of Immortal Gate.” Wang Wenyuan unfolded his folding fan, “It’s just a huge joke.”

He Su looked at him with interest for a moment, and seemed to not understand the other party: “The demons are about to attack, you still want to kill him. If it is reasonable, it should not be.”

“Yu Li, if he’s still alive, no one can lead the cultivation world. Yu Qing…” Wang Wenyuan’s eyes dimmed, “Since Lord He wants Wen Renye to do something with you, this is the best chance, and this , it can also solve the urgent needs of the cultivation world, isn’t it?”

“I think, you… have some problems with your brain.” He Suxian yawned and said lazily, “This is an excuse, you don’t see the realm of self-cultivation, only interests and hatred, and more and more extreme.”

He manipulated Zhu Wuxin’s body to drink a sip of tea, then coughed a few times in disgust, and said, “Did the residual poison in your body get into your brain?”

With his eyesight, he could see that Wang Wenyuan was still under the influence of Cone Heart Poison Powder, and his breathing was not smooth.

“He Zunzhu.” Wang Wenyuan looked at him and said, “There is no benefit, and there is hatred, no matter what you do, it is not extreme.”

He stood up, walked past the lit candles in the secret room, and in front of a wall, dropped the black cloth with blinds in front of him.

After the black cloth is a room. There are only three walls, and the opposite side is a railing made of black iron.

Inside was a monk in white.

The white monk’s robe was covered in blood, and the bones of the pipa were locked by iron hooks, making him unable to move. But his clothes were neat, and he didn’t seem to have been insulted by other people. He closed his eyes silently, and didn’t say a word.

Wang Wenyuan turned around to look at He Shi, and said as if thinking about it: “Buddha cultivates the Holy Body and gives it to He Zunzhu as a body to use. How about as a reward?”

He Suxian looked away, stared at him and smiled: “Heir of Lanruo Temple, you are so courageous.”

“He Zunzhu is the same person.” Wang Wenyuan said, “Even if the Zen master took the medicine, he would have no response to the female cultivator of the evil way. Thinking about it, the female cultivator can’t force a confession, so it is better to give it to the venerable master.”

He paused.

“In this way, no matter whether the Zen master is emotional or not, it will not hinder the use of the Lord.”

Using it as a body has a completely different meaning from simply using the word.

“Ghost cultivator’s primordial spirit is poured into the body of a Buddhist cultivator.” He Suxian laughed dumbly, “The guys from Lanruo Temple will try their best to find me.”

He stood up and approached with Zhu Wuxin’s handsome and young face. When he raised his hand, a wisp of cold dark ghostly energy passed through the iron bars and lifted the long bamboo hat on Zen Master Mingjing’s head.

There is a little bright red linden mole on the center of his eyebrows.

He Susu looked at it for a moment, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and said happily: “Don’t say it, I kind of want to meet those bald donkeys, but unfortunately I live too long, and they don’t know me.”

He seemed to be saying something regrettable. The ghostly energy on his fingers corroded the railing, and he reached in and melted the iron hook on Mingjing’s shoulder.

“Little monk.” He smiled, “There is also a Buddhist cultivator in the underworld who said that he must transcend the evil spirits of heaven and earth, or he will never attain Buddhahood. Who is he to you?”