Mu Xue sat next to Cen Qianshan, rubbed his hair, and thought about how to wake Xiaoshan up and then go find her senior brothers and sisters.
The touch under her hands was still the same as before, delicate and soft. Mu Xue glanced at the person sleeping beside her and reached out to wipe the tears from his eyes.
When I saw Xiaoshan in the Sea of Desire, I felt that he had grown up, his personality had changed, and he looked much stranger. Now looking at him like this, I feel that he is just wearing a hard shell, and he is still the sensitive and delicate boy inside.
Xiaoshan is a very sensitive child, and Mu Xue knows it.
He always fights with the kids on the street because he is afraid that they will look down on him. He always knows what he is thinking and never does anything to make himself angry because he is afraid that he will not like himself.
In the first few years after he arrived, he was able to do everything well during the day, but his sleep at night was very poor. He hardly had a good night's sleep, and there were always dark circles under his eyes on his fair little face.
Later, Mu Xue simply moved his small bed near her workbench so that he could hear some sounds when he fell asleep and see her when he woke up. He gradually fell into a sound sleep, like a small animal that was slowly becoming familiar with its nest.
Sometimes he had nightmares in the middle of the night, and Mu Xue would reach out a hand after work, ruffle his hair like this, or pat his back, and he would calm down quickly.
Sitting on the wasteland, Mu Xue patted the tall man sleeping beside her with her small hands. Seeing that man's mood gradually calmed down, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "You've grown up so much, but you're still the same as when you were a kid."
Cen Qianshan suddenly opened his eyes at this time.
Those eyes were a little watery and red because they had just cried.
He stared at Mu Xue for a long while, then stood up and looked around anxiously.
This is a wasteland. Looking around, it is empty and deserted, with only a few ghosts wandering in the distance. There is no one in my dream.
But that voice was so clear and real, calming his confused mind and helping him break free from the stalemate. The warm touch of that palm was still on his skin.
Is it all just my own fantasy
Cen Qianshan stood there in a daze, frowning, his eyes trembling slightly, and finally and slowly turned his gaze to Mu Xue.
Such a look made Mu Xue feel a little numb. She quickly reviewed what she had done and felt that she should not have given anything away.
With my current short stature, Xiao Shan should have a hard time recognizing me. Besides, as long as I don't admit it, it won't count as breaking the ban on speaking. Mu Xue reluctantly calmed herself down.
Cen Qianshan slowly bent down and looked at Mu Xue's face. He stretched out his hand, gently rubbed Mu Xue's face with his thumb, and raised it to his eyes to take a look.
"You are hurt?"
Mu Xue wiped her face randomly, "No, no. It's stained."
Cen Qianshan looked back and forth between Mu Xue's bloodstained fingers and face, and said in a gentle and calm tone, "Sorry, were you injured while trying to save me?"
He was much taller than Mu Xue. He leaned forward with the setting sun behind him, his eyes deep, hiding some unknown thoughts.
Mu Xue felt inexplicably empty in her heart.
When he was unconscious, he was still a pitiful little girl who would cry and act like a spoiled child. Why did he suddenly change into someone who gave people such a terrifying and oppressive feeling after waking up
When performing the Six Paths Wheel Technique just now, Mu Xue bit her finger and used blood as a medium to write runes on her face. However, as her spiritual power was exhausted, the words had long been blurred and she had also erased them.
Why is this man so perceptive
"I'm glad you're awake. I still have to go find my senior brothers and sisters." Mu Xue avoided his topic.
Although the battle just now almost exhausted her scarce spiritual power, the situation of her senior brothers and sisters was still unknown, so she had no time to rest.
In the distance, near the dark nine-story pagoda, a dazzling cold light appeared. The light was like the cold moonlight and the blooming winter plum blossoms - it was the unique sword energy of the Nine Swords of Plum Blossoms.
"Great, it's Senior Brother Fu. He woke up on his own." Mu Xue left Cen Qianshan behind, stretched out her short legs, and ran towards the battlefield in the distance.
In front of the nine-story tower.
Fu Yun was facing a tough battle. His Leng Yue and Miao Hong'er's physical skills had been pushed to the limit. Sword shadows and fist winds swept across the sky and the ground, attacking the strange figure suspended in the air.
The man easily blocked all the attacks with just one hand, and even showed a bored look.
Around his body, there were four ghost masks with distorted expressions, and each of them opened its mouth and made extremely unpleasant sounds.
Fortunately, there was Zhong Bo, who was well versed in music theory. He sat cross-legged and played string instruments to fight against the evil sound.
But at this moment, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and the sound of his piano became louder and louder, and it was obvious that he was struggling.
Facing such a powerful enemy.
Miao Hong'er was fearless and exerted her full strength. She untied the knot in her heart and had an epiphany. This difficult battle on the brink of life and death made her feel refreshing. Her body movements became more and more perfect, and her moves became more and more fluent. Her body turned into afterimages, one turned into two, two turned into three, and finally there were dozens of them. Dozens of Miao Hong'er's figures, front and back, up and down, attacked the man named Wuchang with dense punches and kicks.
Wuchang finally frowned. A grey flame rose from his pale and bloodless palm. The flame wrapped around his fist and he slowly threw a punch. The punch was obviously extremely slow, but Miao Honger found that she could not avoid it no matter what. More than a dozen phantoms suddenly disappeared and were knocked far away by the punch. They fell to the ground and could not get up.
Fu Yun's sword blocked Wuchang in time, preventing him from chasing Miao Honger.
The sword is named Leng Yue, as cold as the moon. It has been kept in Fu Yun's body since he was a child. It is connected with the master's mind and is extremely sharp.
But at this moment, the indestructible silver-white sword tip was tightly grasped by a pale finger wrapped in gray flames.
"Sword cultivator? I've seen many sword cultivators. They may seem powerful, but it's better to use more of them." Wu Chang's delicate facial features, like a mask, were expressionless. He exerted force with his fingers, and the silver sword in his hand bent.
"If you are too rigid, you will break easily. Once you break what you hold in your heart, you can be manipulated by anyone, which is boring."
The snow-white sword made a clanging sound. Fu Yun, who was holding the sword, turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, the earth and the pagoda began to shake slightly.
A huge eight-armed demon god rose from the ground. The demon god had deep blue skin, flaming red hair, and eyes wide open, covering most of the sky. He raised his arms, which were as thick as beams, and smashed them down fiercely towards Wuchang.
Cen Qianshan, dressed in black, descended from the sky and joined the battle.
Wuchang pushed Fu Yun aside and raised his hands to steadily catch the demon's fists that were like copper hammers.
"You broke free too?" Wuchang said.
Cen Qianshan: "Yes, I came back specially to thank you for taking care of me just now."
"Then you don't have to thank me." Wu Chang's mask-like facial features simulated a stiff smile. "It was fun to play with you. You enjoyed it yourself, didn't you?"
Cen Qianshan was furious, and his sword turned into Shura to fight against the White-robed Wuchang.
Mu Xue, who had just arrived at the battlefield, helped the injured Miao Honger up.
"Brother, sister, there is no need to fight with him. I found that his range of activities is limited. As long as we stay away from him, he won't catch up with us." She told her sister about her previous discovery.
Miao Honger struggled to get up, holding her abdomen, spit out a mouthful of blood, waved her hands, and could hardly speak.
Zhong Bo explained for her, "Xiaoxue, you don't know that the Crossing Death Road leads to Ghost Gate and the Nine Nether Tower. If we want to pass the Crossing Death Road, we must break into the Nine Nether Tower and escape through the Nine Nether Waterway at the bottom of the tower. Otherwise, we can only be trapped in this endless iron walled city forever, and be accompanied by the dead."
"This white-robed impermanence guarding the tower is an enemy that cannot be avoided."
"So we have to break into the tower."
Mu Xue looked up and saw a solid black iron door tightly closed at the bottom of the black tower.
With their current weak spiritual power, it is too difficult to break open such a door.
On the battlefield, the huge eight-armed demon suddenly went berserk, and its eight blue arms madly attacked the white-robed Impermanence, causing thick smoke to billow all over the sky.
Cen Qianshan took the opportunity to leave the battlefield in the thick smoke and stuffed his backpack into Mu Xue's hands.
"Fu Yun and I will hold him back, you guys find a way to open the door." He propped himself up on the ground with his knife and spat out a mouthful of blood in front of Mu Xue, "Hurry!"
Then he reached out to wipe off the blood and turned around to fight again.
Mu Xue quickly opened his backpack and was overjoyed. "Great! He brought so many explosives."
In Shinto, the spiritual power is weak, the magic cannot be performed, and the magic is greatly reduced. However, physical attacks from the human world are not affected, such as weapons, physical skills, and explosives.
In Cen Qianshan's backpack was a large jar of valuable red dragon blood and a bottle of crystallized mermaid tears.
Once these two things are mixed in the right proportion, they will be like water in a frying pan, with great power. If arranged properly, it will be enough to blow open the black iron door.
The situation on the battlefield was grim. Fu Yun's white clothes were stained with blood, Miao Hong'er was seriously injured, Zhong Bo looked painful, and Xiaoshan obviously could not hold on for much longer.
There is no time to lose.
"Senior Sister, you take a rest. I'll go open the door." Mu Xue didn't think much and ran with her backpack.
Miao Hong'er was unable to stop her. She watched as the slightly taller junior sister holding the "explosive bag" deftly avoided the fallen rubble on the battlefield and ran towards the tower gate.
Master said that Junior Sister likes weapon refining and often goes to Biyun Peak to take classes. It seems that what Master said is true, Miao Honger thought.
When did she learn something as complicated as configuring gunpowder? I still don't know how to do it.