Chapter 6 Wound

Qingyun Mountain, Dazhu Peak.

In the dead of night, only the sound of bamboo waves coming with the wind in the distance echoed gently in the night sky. The lights have long been extinguished, and the disciples of Dazhufeng have also rested in peace. Only behind the quiet hall, there is a lonely lamp, which is shining in the dark.

The night wind sent gently, and there was a trace of coolness. It blew in from the half-open window, making a slight "woo-woo" sound, and also shook the light on the table in the middle of the room a little and became clear and uncertain.

A white hand gently stretched out and blocked the wind. The fire quickly stabilized and began to shine again. Su Ru sat at the table lazily. It was late at night, but she was not sleepy.

The wind outside the house still keeps blowing, hitting the doors and windows, making a soft noise from time to time. Su Ru stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the window, but did not close the window immediately, but looked out of the window.

The sky is like ink, which is the darkest time.

She listened attentively, but in the late-night wind, there was no sound she wanted to hear.

Su Ru's face showed a faint wry smile, quietly closed the window, turned around and sat back at the table. Neither she nor Tian Buyi value luxury, and there are not many things to decorate in this bedroom. At this moment, in addition to a cloth bag, there is only a small round mirror on the table.

She took over the round mirror, in which a dignified and beautiful woman appeared. Her hair was like clouds, her skin was like a girl, and there were no wrinkles. She and Tian Buyi were married and practiced for hundreds of years before she had this Taoist practice, and her face was permanent.

After looking at it for a long time, Su Ru sighed gently and put the small round mirror aside, took the cloth bag on one side, and opened it.

There are some of the most common things in it, some needle and thread, a piece of cloth, as well as scissors, powder wipes... In the secular world, ordinary women generally have these things, so that they can sew clothes for their husbands and children. Su Ru gently took the cloth, threaded the needle, and sewed it carefully with the light.

A cold wind rushed in, and the candlelight on the table was immediately blown out by the strong wind.

"Ah!"

With a soft shout, Su Ru frowned in the dark, and there was a tingling on her fingertips. With her Taoist practice, she was actually hurt by a small sewing needle, and even she felt a little funny. It's just that somehow, at this moment, the room was dark. When it was blown by the cold night wind, Su Ru's mood was a little sad, as if she had blocked a big stone in her heart.

She sighed, put down her clothes and thread, and walked to the window. The scenery outside the window is still the same, but the husband who has watched all this with her countless times in the past has been away for a long time.

After dawn, maybe we should send Daren and others down the mountain to look for it. There is no way to wait like this.

Su Ru thought so in her heart, and she flashed over Tian Buyi in front of her, and her heart was worried.

The night is dark!

She stared at the night sky for a long time, her lips trembled gently, and she didn't know what to say. After a long time, she bowed her head silently, sighed faintly, and closed the window again.

Outside the house, the wind seems to be a little faster.

Huqi Mountain, Ghost King Sect.

In the same late night, some people are sleepless, but their moods may be different.

Hidden in the blood pool at the deepest part of the mountain, the ghost king and Mr. Ghost stood side by side. Mr. Ghost is still wrapped in black clothes. He can't see his expression clearly, but the ghost king's face has unconcealed excitement and joy.

He doesn't look tired at all because he stayed up late. In fact, with the practice of the ghost king, even if he is sleepless for a few days, it will not be a big problem. At this moment, instead of being tired, his face is faintly red, full of energy, and he is staring at the blood pool under his feet.

The blood pool soaked in countless blood has changed significantly compared with the past. The four spirit beasts are still imprisoned in the blood. Even the glampant who struggled hard before, at this moment, it seems that they have been drained of their strength, crawling listlessly in the blood, and did not move for a long time.

The water of the blood pool, which has always been calm, is no longer calm at this moment. On the huge water surface, bubbles are constantly emerging from the depths of the blood, and at the same time, the sound of cracking is constantly coming out, and the speed is not less than before, and the number of bubbles is much more. The whole blood pool seems to be boiling, and an invisible force is gradually waking up from the depths of the blood pool. And in this space, the once bloody smell is more than ten times stronger than before.

In the mid-air, the dragon tripod, the hub of the four spirit blood array, has also undergone some changes from the past. The original ancient and heavy tripod seems to have absorbed a lot of aura demon power from the blood pool and the four spiritual beasts below, and gradually revealed a trace of red light, which seems to be a bronze material. At this moment, Ding also presents a transparent and slightly light yellow amber color, which looks like a faint solemnity.

On the tripod, those mysterious inscriptions have lit up one by one, as if they had regained life, shining with strange light. On the pattern in the middle, the ferocious demon god head in the original bright and dark pattern of the four spirit beasts is still as red as blood, greedily absorbing the spiritual power that the Fulong tripod is constantly absorbing from below.

And around the surrounding space of Fulong Ding, in this sealed belly of the mountain, it turned out to be a whirlpool like a cloud of fog, faintly carrying the huge force of wind and thunder, constantly swimming around this tripod. Even the ghost king and the ghost gentleman standing in the distance can still clearly feel that the dragon tripod itself contains terrible mana, and such a strange mana is still constantly adding and strengthening.

Like the Ghost King, Mr. Ghost also stared at Fulong Ding, but his eyes were cold and sharp. Compared with the Ghost King, he had less enthusiasm and more calm.

Mr. Ghost stared at Fulong Ding for a long time and slowly said, "There is no accident now. It's exactly the same as the inscription of Fulong Dingding. If it goes on like this, as long as the seven or 49th period is complete, the four spirits and blood array will definitely succeed!"

The ghost king took a deep breath, his face was red, and there was a rare fanatical light in his eyes. He took a step and couldn't help roaring and said, "Okay, okay, okay, I can't wait!"

Mr. Ghost looked at him and said, "The suzerain is a little restless, and the future will be long."

The ghost king looked up to the sky and laughed. Huo Di turned around and walked to Mr. Ghost, but he reached out and patted Mr. Ghost's shoulder heavily. Mr. Ghost seemed to be shocked, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, but finally there was no abnormality and he stood still. After a while, the ghost king's palm clapped his hand on his shoulder, but it was no different. He just laughed and said, "Okay, okay, okay!"

He laughed and was very happy. Then he seemed to remember something. His smile restrained a little and said to Mr. Ghost, "Thank you very much."

Mr. Ghost bowed his head slightly and said, "It is the suzerain Hong Fu Qitian who can succeed in this world's strange array, and if it hadn't been for this Fulong tripod artifact, I would have nothing to do."

The ghost king shook his head with a smile and said, "Fulongding is the treasure of my ghost king, but no one can understand the inscription of the tripod for many years. Only you can finally help me. This is the heavenly gentleman who fell to me to achieve hegemony!"

Mr. Ghost was silent for a moment and said, "The suzerain flatted it."

The ghost king smiled and turned around again. His eyes fell on the empty, radiant and auspicious Fulong tripod again. There was another burst of excitement and ecstasy in his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing again.

Mr. Ghost stood quietly behind the ghost king, looking at the more and more arrogant look, without saying a word. At this moment, if you casually come in here to meet the ghost king, I'm afraid you will be shocked. The ghost king has always been talented and introverted. He has never had such an arrogant look, but in the eyes of Mr. Ghost, I don't see that Mr. Ghost is surprised at all.

I don't know whether I have seen Mr. Ghost and the Ghost King alone on weekdays, or if he is so scheming that others can't see it at all.

In a word, on the huge blood pool in the belly of the hidden mountain, in the strong bloody breath, the ghost king was proud to calculate the future, and the proud laughter echoed and gradually enveloped the whole huge cave. And behind him, there was a quiet shadow, standing quietly.

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

I don't know when the strange black clouds in the sky have gradually dissipated, but the clouds are still very thick. From the dark sky, heavy rain is still falling, washing away the world that seems to be a little lonely.

Above the wilderness, the wind and rain are sudden, and the chill is piercing. Not long ago, it was an abandoned Yizhuang place. After a thrilling and fierce fight, it has completely become a ruin. Even the land under its feet has been turned over because of the destruction of huge mana. After being washed away by the wind and heavy rain, it has become dirty mud.

The sky was dim, and there was no light. In the wilderness, in the wind and rain, there is only a faint blue light, flashing slightly.

Lu Xueqi, who has always loved cleanliness, has been stained with dirt in her white clothes, but she doesn't seem to care at all. Not far in front of her, Tian Buyi's body lay quietly. He closed his eyes and calmly fell asleep. The wind and rain hit him in the face, and there was a sob in the wind, as if he was crying.

Gui Li still did not wake up. With the faint blue light of Tian Ya, he could see that his face was as pale as a dead man, and his expression was full of pain. If it hadn't been for the slight ups and downs breathing in his chest, it would almost give people the illusion. At this moment, his body was held in Lu Xueqi's arms, and Tian Ya quietly shone. In the small place around Lu Xueqi and Gui Li, he held up a small gap, and the invisible force blocked the raindrops.

And not far from them, the monkey ash also lost its previous activity and quietly did it on the ground. The rain falling from the sky wet its body hair. From time to time, drops of water flowed through its face and fell to the ground. A cold wind blew, and Xiaohui's three eyes blinked, as if he felt a little cold, and quietly approached the ghost's body.

Lu Xueqi lowered her head silently, looked at Xiaohui, then stretched out her hand, gently carried Xiaohui into the Tian's halo, and let it lie on the ghost's body. Xiaohui looked at Lu Xueqi, with a soft "squeak" in his mouth, and then his head drooped gently and leaned against the ghost's chest. Its head turned to one side, and its eyes were not far ahead, and Tian Buyi's quiet body.

Like a dream? Like an illusion?

It seemed to be a long and long dream, but there was no joy, because at the end, I found that it was a nightmare.

Gui Li's body moved, and the sad look on his pale face seemed to be a little deeper. After a while, with a moan of pain, he slowly woke up.

There is light in front of you, light blue light, gently floating around the body.

There is a sound around, which is the sound of wind and rain. The wind blows and the rain blows, and the wind and rain are rustling.

Xiao Hui, leaning against Gui Li's chest, suddenly straightened up and looked at Gui Li.

The cold wind blew again.

Gui Li trembled gently, and then he saw Lu Xueqi's eyes, the face as pale as him, the only person who accompanied him on this stormy night.

The corners of the ghost's mouth trembled gently.

The pain in his chest has eased a lot. Gui Li looked at his chest and saw that his chest was wrapped with seven or eight white cloth straps of different sizes. It was temporarily torn off from his clothes. At this moment, his mind gradually woke up, and he soon noticed that the broken bones of his chest wound had been picked up one by one. It's just that the power of Tian Buyi's palm is really the same. His whole body was shocked. Although Lu Xueqi rescued him afterwards, he was afraid that it would take many days to recover.

With this in mind, he subconsciously looked at it and soon saw the teacher who raised him. Gui Li didn't say anything. He didn't seem to have the strength to speak. In the wind and rain, Tian Buyi's face was splashed with drops of water and lay silently in the dirty mud.

Who knows that he will be like this after his death?

There was a low hoarse shout in his throat, and his fierce body rolled down from Lu Xueqi's arms, fell into the mud, and then struggled to crawl over Tian Buyi's body. Lu Xueqi was shocked and instinctively pulled him forward. But when her hand touched Gui Li's body, she heard Gui Li say in a low voice:

"Don't pull me."

Lu Xueqi stood still and slowly withdrew her outstretched hand. She looked at Gui Li and followed him all the time. She watched Gui Li leave the aura of Tian'a and crawled towards Tian Buyi's body step by step. The wind and rain came ruthlessly and quickly wet his body. Along the way, the turbid mud splashed all over his body.

Monkey Xiaohui followed Gui Li. Looking at his master's appearance, he seemed to be a little anxious. From time to time, he jumped to Gui Li's side and stretched out his hands to pull him. However, compared with Xiao Hui's body, Gui Li's body was too big. Xiao Hui couldn't work hard for a moment, and

Finally, Gui Li climbed to Tian Buyi's side, and his tentacles were already cold. The ghost clenched his teeth tightly, and his body trembled slightly. His eyes carefully looked at Tian Buyi in front of him, like the return of a wanderer for many years, but after all, there was only despair left.

Drops of water dripped from his face and fell on Tian Buyi's already stiff face.

The wind and rain are getting worse and worse.

His eyes slowly fell on Tian Buyi's chest. Although he had tidyed up, the huge and terrible wound was still shocking. It seemed that the whole body was stabbed and his body was frozen.

Then, he slowly turned around and looked back.

behind him is Lu Xueqi's lonely and sad figure. In the wind and rain, she silently met Gui Li's eyes. Her face was bloodless. Her hands huddled in her sleeves and clenched into fists, and her nails were deeply immersed in her skin.

I don't know how sad it is to look at that moment?

The expression on Gui Li's face gradually became blank, and even the initial pain and sadness gradually disappeared, only at a loss. He turned his head in such a loss and looked at Tian Buyi again. The wind and rain blew, and Tian Buyi's face splashed a few mud on the ground.

Gui Li slowly stretched out his hand and wiped the rainwater off Tian Buyi's face. When he touched the cold skin on Tian Buyi's face, his hands seemed to have been burned by fire. He instinctively shrank back, and then stretched out again, carefully and carefully wiped off the mud and rain on Tian Buyi's face.

Then, he stood up, climbed close to the teacher's body, and used his chest to cover the wind and rain for the field, and no longer let the sad wind and rain touch his body.

Lu Xueqi silently watched what he had done and did not stop it. On her beautiful face, there was only desolation left.

"When I was a teenager, my family was ruined..." The ghost's fierce voice suddenly came from the wind and rain. He spoke very slowly, just like every word rolled in his heart countless times before slowly revealing it.

Lu Xueqi quietly approached him, and the ghost's body remained motionless, and it was still difficult to shield the wind and rain.

"It was Master who took me back to Dazhufeng and taught me to raise me. I can't repay his kindness in my life."

The ghost's body shook for a moment. I don't know if it was because he was tired after the injury and couldn't stand it. Lu Xueqi's face changed and she reached out to help him, but her hand touched Gui Li's body, but Gui Li moved aside a little and avoided her.

Lu Xueqi's hand froze in mid-air.

Gui Li picked up Tian Buyi's body with difficulty and held his head and face deep in his arms. At the same time, deep pain appeared on his face, and he just whispered to himself.

Lu Xueqi stood beside him. In the wind and rain, she still heard his words clearly. Gui Li just repeated one sentence over and over again:

"I can't pay it back for the rest of my life... I can't pay it back for the rest of my life..."

Lu Xueqi's lips trembled slightly. Her eyes flashed over Tian Buyi's face. Who knew that on the same night, this person also spoke to her with a smile and made a promise to her, so that she saw the glitter of hope in the past despair.

That sword, that wound...

The injured person is more than one!

She smiled sadly and turned around, but her body shook involuntarily a few times. She frowned and sprayed out a mouthful of blood. Bit by little, it fell on her chest and clothes, and also fell on the earth, but the wind and rain were ruthless. After a long time, it was eroded by the rain and disappeared.

She looked up at the sky, and the cold raindrops fell on her face. The sky was as dark as ink.

Isn't it almost dawn?

But why, until this time, except for the lonely wind and rain, what is left is only dark?

There were tears in the corners of Lu Xueqi's eyes, and she slipped quietly in the wind and rain.