Fengguixu

Chapter 70

Hot water.

mist.

Smell of sulfur mixed with herbs.

The man soaked in the hot spring pool enough to burn his skin red, with his arms slightly bent, propped on the shore, his neck leaned back in a fragile arc, exposing the towering Adam's apple.

The medicinal spring was dyed a faint red, and wisps of bloody smell slowly swam around.

He was motionless and looked like a corpse.

A fine corpse.

It's only when you get closer that you realize that his eyes are half-opened.

He was awake, and felt the double pain of the raging cold poison and retrograde qi retrograde. It was like being cut alive by Ling Chi, rather than dead.

"Would you like some wine?"

The fluffy-haired man squatting quietly beside him took out a jug of wine and two wine glasses from the blue cloth pocket on his back, and placed them on the green brick bank with a soft thud.

Feng Yin didn't seem to hear, she kept her original posture and looked at the sky.

There is a moon in the sky and a few stars.

Yan Fu knew that he didn't look at the moon or the stars at all, he was thinking about something or someone.

The real Master Feng is actually a taciturn man, always thinking more than talking, and doing far more than thinking.

Such a man is destined to bear a lot.

The relationship between Yan Fu and the Lord is not good. More than ten years ago, I don’t know where Feng Yin found out that he had learned medical skills from ghost hands for several years. One night, that little boy Cang Ming took him out of the tavern Li tied here.

Yan Fu was forced to learn a secret that day, and was so frightened that he was sober. From then on, he and Master Feng had to be on the same boat.

If you go back to the beginning, you still have to choose a camp, Yan Fu absolutely has no hesitation in choosing the Holy Aunt.

Because Fengyin didn't live long.

No one wants to bet on a short-lived ghost.

Even if he is a genius.

Thinking of this, Yan Fu bitterly poured a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and rubbed his hands together to persuade him one last time: "The interval between cold poison attacks is getting shorter and shorter, if you stop now, you can barely save your life."

No matter how late, it's really too late!

"Brother Yan." Feng Yin's diamond-shaped lips opened slightly, and blood dripped from his lips again. He raised his hand to wipe it off as if nothing had happened, and asked a profound question, "Would you like to be a shooting star or a candle?"

Yan Fu opened and closed his mouth several times, but he couldn't say "it's good to be an ordinary candle".

——Even if thousands of candles burn out in obscurity in the corner of the world, how can it compare to the brilliance and brilliance of a shooting star across the night sky in an instant?

Ask him to choose, he also chooses Meteor.

Feng Yin said, "Recently, I often envy candles."

Yan Fu shrugged: "It's not surprising, it means that there is finally something in this world that makes you miss it."

Feng Yin laughed at herself: "I didn't expect that one day, this deity would be greedy for life and afraid of death."

"It's human nature to be afraid of death. It's better to live than to die."

Yan Fu drank a few cups, thinking that there is still some precious humanity left in this person!I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it was a surprise!Drink some wine to calm down the shock.

After pouring down half a pot, Yan Fu used the wine to strengthen his courage and hit the iron while it was hot: "Since the lord wants to live, it's easy to do. The Nirvana mentality works against the meridian. Ten years have been like a day, and the cold poison in the body is constantly attacking, and the cold poison is getting worse. The poison in turn injures the eight extraordinary meridians, causing the true qi to rush around, implicating the lungs and the heart, and making the illness lingering! Over the years, my subordinates have visited doctors everywhere to find medicines, but they have finally cured the symptoms, not the root cause. Useless martial arts!"

"Self-abolition of martial arts." Feng Yin chewed these four words, and lightly said, "Then what?"

Yan Fu was startled: "Then?"

Feng Yin: "Can a piece of trash sit on the chair of the Lord of the Holy Sect?"

There is no suspense in the answer, you will definitely not be able to sit still. If the news spreads, within a day, you will be pulled down by the holy lady or someone else, and then stepped into the mud. If you are unlucky, it is quite common to lose your life .

"Furthermore, if I abolish martial arts." Feng Yin raised a deep tiredness between her brows, "How can I protect my people?"

Those subordinates who swear to follow me.

And Shen Ruins...

Yan Fu then thought about it for a while, thinking that if Feng Yin fell, he would be punished at that time, cold sweat was already oozing from his back, and it was the first time that he deeply realized what it means to be overwhelmed by the cold at a high place.

In the past, Feng Yin looked down on life and death, so playing in the world and doing things recklessly, she was happy.

Now, Feng Yin wanted to live, and found a reason to live, but couldn't find a way to live, and her happiness disappeared.

"Wait a little longer." The herbs in the hot spring water fought fiercely against the turbulent cold poison in his body, Feng Yin was a little sleepy, and slowly closed his eyelids, "I will give an explanation to those who were involved in this turmoil sooner or later." .”

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For more than ten days in a row, Shen Xu did not see Feng Yin.

In the underground palace, there is only Cang Ming, who looks like a wooden stake, who is responsible for serving tea and water every day, and taking care of Shen Xu's daily life.

Under the tonic of countless expensive medicinal materials, Shen Xu's body has recovered, and his wounds have almost healed. Feng Yin didn't suppress his internal strength with Ruanjin powder, and didn't use handcuffs and anklets to restrict his personal freedom. It stands to reason that, It's time for him to go.

Since then, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and we will never meet each other.

But for some reason, Feng Yin's appearance of vomiting blood that day always appeared in front of his eyes.

He would suddenly think about it when he was meditating, he would think about it when he was stroking a fox, and he would even dream about it at night. Shen Xu almost began to wonder if Feng Yin had planted a poisonous spell in his food so that he could never forget him.

Shen Xu was furious.

But he was so angry that he was still calm on the surface.

He walked towards Cang Ming calmly, this was the first sentence he said to him these days: "I want to go out."

Cang Ming bowed his head: "My lord, if Shen Shaoxia wants to leave, please feel free to do so. Anyway, with my subordinate's skills, I can't stop you no matter what."

Shen Xu turned around and left.

Cang Ming dodges lightly and stops in front of him.

Shen Xu frowned.

Cang Ming said respectfully: "Young hero, don't get me wrong, I don't want to stop you, but if you insist on leaving, my lord ordered my subordinates to tell you one thing."

Shen Xu: "What's the matter?"

Cang Ming: "The holy aunt has issued an order to chase and kill Shen Shaoxia."

Shen Xu heard unfamiliar words: "Willing the world?"

Cang Ming explained: "The current worth of Shen Shaoxia is the antidote of the five-year-old Black Crow Pill, and all sects flock to it. If you venture out of Naihe Palace, you may encounter unexpected disasters. Please be fully prepared."

Shen Xu's expression changed slightly: "So, Feng Yin still hides me here? If I continue to stay, what will happen to him if that holy lady finds out someday?"

This question was beyond the scope of Cang Ming's answer, so he kept a dumb face and remained silent.

Fortunately, Shen Xu didn't intend to delve into it, if possible, he didn't want to ask anything about Feng Yin.

Cang Ming: "Young Xia, are you sure you want to leave?"

Shen Xu: "Definitely."

Cang Ming: "Alright, wait a moment, young man."

After speaking, he turned and left. After about half a cup of tea, when he came back, he held a mahogany sword box in his arms.

He offered the sword box with both hands.

Shen Xu took it, opened it, and saw the Buyu Sword lying quietly in the box.Feng Yin put it back into the box intact, but did not wash it, because he knew that any swordsman would not want others to touch his saber.On the pitch-black and primitive scabbard, there were still dried and blackened bloodstains.

Shen Xu stroked the long sword slowly, remembering that before his chest was pierced that day, he also hurt Feng Yin.This sword drank Feng Yin's blood.

Shen Xu held onto it, and in an instant, he looked away.

In the end, it's just that you stabbed me with a sword, and I'll pay you back. There's nothing better than the grievances and grievances in the world. It's better to reciprocate like this, and no one will owe anyone from now on.

No one owes anyone.

well.

He found real peace.

There is also a scroll in the sword box.

Shen Xu: "Is this for me?"

Cang Ming nodded.

Shen Xu unfolded the silk scroll, and saw a row of familiar sword-dancing villains with black plums on their heads and wine gourds hanging from their waists, and on the gourds were written in small script - "No. [-] in the world".

Shen Xu's hand holding the silk scroll tightened suddenly.

Another crack appeared in the newly harvested calm.

Cang Ming: "The lord said, when Shen Shaoxia deciphers this sword technique, it will be the day when you will kill the holy aunt."

Shen Xu focused his attention on the moves danced by the villain as much as possible, and gradually frowned.

The ground was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Xu put down the silk scroll and rubbed the center of his brows, only to realize that his palms were sweating and his fingertips were trembling.

Although the swordsmanship depicted on the silk scroll is only seven strokes, it implies thousands of changes, exquisite and seamless, it can be called the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.

If we talk about a flaw, there is only one flaw, and this one and only flaw may not be called a flaw. Shen Hui has a feeling that if someone really uses this flaw as a breakthrough point to launch an attack, what awaits him will only be The endless killing moves are deadly.

"I can't crack it." He had to admit.

"The lord said, you can do it." Cang Ming repeated Feng Yin's words verbatim, and he was a qualified mouthpiece, "He can do it, and you must do it too."

The implication is that Feng Yin has already deciphered this set of sword techniques, but he refuses to tell him.

No wonder Feng Yin said that he is the only one who can kill Sikong Zhufeng in the world.With these seven moves, Sikong Zhufeng can indeed stand alone in the world.

Shen Xu couldn't think of any more exquisite swordsmanship than this in this world, and he couldn't think of the secret formula to crack it either.His heartbeat has gradually accelerated.Any swordsman who saw this set of sword techniques would have his heart beat faster and his blood boil.

"What's its name?" Shen Xu couldn't help asking.

Cang Ming: "It doesn't have a name."

Indeed, this set of sword techniques does not need a name, because everyone who has seen it is dead, and the mouths of the dead will not spread it.

Shen Xu put the silk scroll into his arms.

Cang Ming turned sideways: "Young hero, if you are ready, please follow me."

Shen Xu nodded and followed, and within two steps, he realized that he was not going in the direction Feng Yin usually came to, but continued to go deeper into the underground palace. But he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, because although he didn't trust Feng Yin, he knew Feng Yin a little bit, and since that person let him go, he would never do more to keep him.

Cang Ming took him downhill, down, down, down, until he reached a dirt tunnel that could only be passed by one person. At the end of the tunnel, there was the sound of gurgling water. When he walked over, he saw a shimmering underground tunnel. underground river.

At this point, Cang Ming's mission is coming to an end, he finally took out a golden phoenix from his bosom, and returned it to the original owner: "The lord said that it is impolite to take back something sent out, so please return it to the original owner." The young hero accepts it, even if you don’t use it, it’s still a thought.”

Shen Xu didn't want to keep any thoughts.

As he walked step by step, he already understood that even if Feng Yin knew that he was going to leave, he had already arranged his farewell words. Show up in person.

Didn't even say goodbye?

Shen Xu clenched his fists tightly, then loosened them again.

Cang Ming spread his palms under Shen Xu's eyelids, and Feng Zhe was shining a golden glow under the dim light. Looking at Cang Ming's posture, it seemed that he could spread his palms and stand on the spot until the end of time if Shen Xu didn't accept him. .

Shen Xu just wanted to leave quickly at this time, his patience was exhausted, he grabbed Feng Ju and stuffed it into his arms, the cold metal hit him through a layer of underwear, making him shiver.

Cang Ming obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to the river: "This dark river leads to Yingyan Lake at the foot of Tianchi Mountain. Shaoxia Shen only needs to swim along the river, and he can get out without a stick of incense."

Shen Xu nodded, without even thinking about it, he jumped into the river, the water was very shallow and only reached his chest, Shen Xu waded forward.

Cang Ming shouted from behind: "By the way, the lord has another sentence, I hope the young man will remember it."

Shen Xu turned his head: "What's the matter?"

Cang Ming: "September [-]th is a good day."

Shen Xu: "What do you mean?"

Cang Ming shook his head: "I'm just conveying, I don't know what it means. But September [-] has always been my teaching Chengguang Festival."