Chapter 8 Star Fruit

In the brightly lit courtyard, a group of warbler and swallows were playing and playing, and several women in colorful pink were swinging, as happy as butterflies.

A high wall stood in horror, isolating the disturbing pedestrians outside the wall. The beautiful women in the wall, laughter, endlessly, suddenly a dark shadow rose up over the wall, and disappeared in the depths of the courtyard. None of the playful women noticed, only a few fallen leaves fell from time to time.

The closed door, "squeaked" and sounded.

"Who?" I woke up to the beautiful woman who was watching the moon at night in front of the window. While holding Nalan Zhouyi in his arms, he said in a low voice.

"Madam, it's me." The voice is deep and weak.

"Yu Ye? What's the matter? Are you hurt?" When the woman saw the tired Nalan Yuye, her face was solemn and she helped her sit down.

"It's okay. I gave a move to a Taoist Aoki who cultivates immortals during the Qi practice period and suffered a little injury. I'm afraid it will be better to be safe for a long time, and he hasn't taken advantage of it... Well, this is a thousand-year-old blood ginseng and an iceberg snow lotus. Although it can't open up the meridians of Yi'er's whole body, it can barely take care of her body. Yi'er is very weak. Madam, please care more... Cough..."

A heartbreaking dry cough made Nalan Yuye's face paler.

"Dad, are you all right? I'll beat your back!" A small hand was gently stunned and knocked gently on the broad back of Nalan Yuye.

"Yi'er is so good!" He smiled with relief.

"Dad, it's the best!" He spit out three words stupidly and laughed foolishly.

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"Master"

"Xian'er, there is no outsider now, just call me Yuye, cough..."

"Well, Yuye, someone came to say that the once-in-a-century star fruit is about to appear. Yi'er and Feng'er need... We..." As he squeaked, he observed Nalan's face and was worried.

"What, this time in the world? Are you sure?"

"It's true that many rich and powerful people have sent a large number of people to set out. Some martial arts masters have gathered in the Rocky Mountains, where there will be a battle between dragons and tigers. Yuye, what should we do?" The woman was worried, and Nalan's hand, which was held tightly, had penetrated a trace of sweat. Obviously, she was also extremely nervous, helpless but anxious.

"Damn it, how could it be at this time? If I had known it, I wouldn't have fought with Aoki Taoist. Is it naive to kill me, Nalan? Ah..." The roar of anger echoed in the dark night.

"Dad, what is the star fruit? Why is it useful to me? Nalan Zhouyi, with a tiger-headed brain, tilted his head and asked seriously, but his tender words made people unable to be serious.

"Yi Er, Xingguo, has an extraordinary history. I only remember that 500 years ago, a generation of strange people ate a star fruit. In less than five years, they jumped from an ordinary low-level figure to the point where even immortals envied and hated them. In a hundred years, they soared and became immortal. The real immortal, this is a secret. Only the immortal world knows what you don't understand... It is not clear what the specific effect is, but improving the physique and opening up the eight strange meridians are the biggest temptations in the secular world. Even if the head is broken and the corpses are everywhere, they don't hesitate to..."

"Dad, it's so powerful. Why don't there be a person who cultivates immortals to rob it?"

"For thousands of years, there have been a large number of immortals, countless deaths and injuries, but those who have never cultivated immortals have received it. Maybe this is also a gift from God to the prisoners."

"Dad, is there something wrong with my meridians?"

"... Yi'er, I'm sorry for you!"

"Oh, I know. No wonder I have practiced the family's unique learning to the fourth level, but there is no momentum." He shook his head with a little regret.

"What? You practiced to the fourth level - Yunqi... OK, good boy, in just a day or two, it's so powerful. This time, my father tried his best to grab the star fruit... Cough..." Maybe he was too excited to touch the internal injury, and a mouthful of blood spewed out thinly, stained the bright candlestick.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Yu Ye, what's wrong with you?"

This mouthful of blood scared the two people in the room. Zhou Yi and the woman said anxiously, caressing the coughing Nalan Yuye.

"It's okay... There is a successor to Nalan's family, and I have no regrets about the death of Nalan Yuye!"

"Bah, pooh, pooh, swallow it back quickly. This family depends on you. If you die. How should we live, mother and son?

"Ha ha, I said something wrong. How can Nalan's life be taken away so easily!" He is very domineering and rare to be the hero who looked at the world in those years.

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"Yu Ye, do you think you want to give that picture to Yi Er..." Seeing that Nalan's face was slightly ruddy, the woman quickly reminded her.

"Good. Yier, come here."

The three people walked to the hall of the study and lit a candle to illuminate the quaint and elegant room. There was a map of immortality guiding the way on the wall, pointing to the country, facing the sky and breaking the universe.

Light a fragrance, worship the picture again and again, and say sadly.

"Yi Er, this is the fairy relics found in an ancient cave during my father's expedition. Qingfeng Fujian Record is a cultivation method in it. Madam, go and take out that picture scroll!"

Nalan and Zhou Yi nodded. Looking at his mother's figure, he walked to the side of the fairy's guide map little by little, reached out to take down the fairy's guide map, revealing the hidden dark grid behind the picture.

Opening the dark grid, a simple and unpretentious picture appeared in front of Nalan Zhouyi.

"This is a star. In those years, he fought in the south and north and made great achievements. If it hadn't been for it, I would have turned into dust. He can resist the enemy's attack. As long as he is not an immortal, there is almost no one in the world who can hurt you. You must keep it well. If you don't have strength, try not to take it. Come out, or there will be endless troubles."

"Yes, Dad, but is it used like this?" Touching doubtfully, the material is completely unknown, simple but comfortable.

"Give it to me!"

"Oh! So painful! Well, I feel that there is something more in my body..." A drop of blood fell on the starry sky, and with a sound, like a stream of light, penetrated into Nalan Zhouyi's body.

"Okay, have a good rest! Cough..." A mouthful of blood spit out, and his ruddy face looked pale and a little old.

"Dad..."

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The morning sun hung high, and birds sang happy songs, chattering, standing on the high welcome hall, sometimes looking around, like a sentry signal bird, sometimes paying attention to it, fascinated by the teenager who was dedicated himself to practicing swordsmanship.