"When the lips and teeth are gone, they are interdependent. If Tailing Pavilion is destroyed, the demon lords will get a taste of the sweetness and we will defeat them one by one." Lu Xiaochan said coldly.
The Sky-Rising Curse brushed past the soul of the Demon Lord Lu Li, causing Lu Li to go mad. The black evil energy rolled around, and was about to uproot Tai Ling Pavilion.
Lu Xiaochan held her breath.
Fear, obsession, and greed are all food for evil spirits. We must not have these emotions and delusions.
He heard the sound of a drop of water falling, and the sound of water flowing in the magical herbs in the entire Tailing Pavilion gathered into a sea.
Water vapor slowly surged up, forming dewdrops one by one, and then connected into pieces, swirling and wandering, becoming more and more turbulent. A Tai Ling Chong Xiao Curse climbed up with the evil energy poured down by Lu Li, and counterattacked!
Lu Li was blocking Kunwu's Sky-Rising Curse, but he didn't expect that another big curse broke through the shackles of evil spirit and rushed towards him.
In an instant, all the evil spirits that had poured into Tailing Pavilion retreated, chasing after the Tailing Chongxiao Curse. They made shrill sounds and were refined by the curse.
The power of the curse weakened, and Lu Li narrowly avoided it, but the evil cloud suddenly lightened.
Kunwu exhaled, and turned his head to see Lu Xiaochan sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, his hands still in the position of making a spell.
"You kid, why don't you use your good understanding in the right way?"
However, Lu Xiaochan knew that she was able to create such a great healing spell because of her good luck!
Even a drop of water in Tailing Pavilion has come into contact with various spiritual herbs and has been contaminated with the spiritual energy of countless medical practitioners over thousands of years. It is different from ordinary water.
What he borrowed was the water from Tailing Pavilion, but in fact it was the spiritual energy that had been lingering in the pavilion for thousands of years!
Lu Xiaochan turned her head away: "Old liar! I think I heard the sound of reinforcements! It's the sound of bells, Jiang Wuchao is coming!"
To the south, dozens of Xuanmen disciples came riding on swords, led by Jiang Wuchao.
There was a loud roar like the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Jiang Wuchao and his fellow disciples drew their swords, and the sword formation continued to refine the evil cloud.
Kunwu sighed, "Zhiwu Villa is indeed very respectable! It's a pity that Ling Nianwu has been in seclusion for three hundred years, and he didn't teach his disciples well! Although their palm sword Jiang Wuchao has some skills, he is still not enough to fight against the Demon Lord!"
"Don't be too greedy, you old liar! It's good that someone came to save us! Otherwise, this world is so cruel! Can you handle it alone?"
Taking advantage of the opportunity when Jiang Wuchao split the evil cloud with a sword formation, Kunwu once again sent a Tailing Chongxiao Curse to the Demon Lord.
The evil energy around the Demon Lord surged out, destroying Jiang Wuchao's sword formation and hitting him instead, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Kunwu's Chongxiao Curse was also suppressed by the evil spirit of the Demon Lord, but Lu Li never expected that another big curse would emerge from Kunwu's Chongxiao Curse, which was the Qingyuan Curse cast by Lu Xiaochan.
The killing power of the Qingyuan Curse is smaller than that of the Chongxiao Curse, so Lu Li was unable to detect it. However, when the Qingyuan Curse came in front of him, even though Lu Li managed to dissolve it with his evil cultivation, his inner elixir was still shaken.
Kunwu exhaled: "Knowing that our Tailing Pavilion is a tough nut to crack, Lu Li should retreat, right?"
"What good things are you thinking, you old liar! He will definitely think that he has to do it once and for all. If he doesn't take down Tailing Pavilion this time, he will have no chance again when other parties come to help!"
As soon as Lu Xiaochan finished speaking, Lu Li gathered all the evil clouds and the sky became clear. Everyone thought that the Demon Lord was going to evacuate. Before they could adjust their breath, a black lightning bolt struck down. Everyone had no time to react. Tai Ling Pavilion's Qingyuan Curse was broken and everything seemed to have stopped in time.
Ziqiao and others who rushed over to protect Kunwu were entangled by the black evil energy and maintained their rushing posture. Even the spell that was about to be cast at their fingertips was frozen.
Qing Yao said nothing and was about to cast a spell when Lu Xiaochan pulled him behind him.
"At this point, the curse is useless!"
A dark shadow appeared in front of them.
Lu Xiaochan couldn't see the outline of the demon king clearly, but every step he took forward made people feel the boiling murderous aura, and from the blood to the bones it was like a chaotic battlefield.
This is the demon lord Lu Li who feeds on murderous thoughts.
He stretched out his hand towards Lu Xiaochan, and a sound like a knife cutting skin was heard.
"My Lord, your Dan Yuan contains my Demon City's sacred object, I hope you will return it."
Lu Xiaochan did not raise her hand to cover her Dan Yuan, but looked at the other party coldly, with her right hand tightly clasping Chang Yan's ribs.
"If you have the ability, come and get it yourself."
Kunwu stood in front of Lu Xiaochan and said, "Luli, you look down on our Tai Ling Pavilion so much. It seems that if we don't fight you to the death today, our Tai Ling Pavilion will no longer have any face."
"Then I will take over the entire Tailing Pavilion today!"
After saying that, Lu Li suddenly appeared in front of Kunwu. His hand pierced through the big curse that Kunwu had cast and went straight to his chest.
Jiang Wuchao rushed over, flew out with a sword, and rushed towards Lu Li's back with the Lingxiao Sword Formation, but was shaken away.
At this time, the drifting ice fragments slowly fell down, and the ground was covered with a layer of ice and snow unknowingly. The coldness that came from nowhere brought the entire Tailing Pavilion into a cold winter.
Lu Xiaochan hugged herself subconsciously, and a sword formation formed instantly, pressing towards Lu Li with overwhelming force.
Everyone's breath and breeze were sucked into the sword formation.
The sword formation surged until the rushing clouds in the sky were also carried down like a torrent, as if containing all things in the atmosphere, and swallowed up Lu Li in an instant.
Lu Li continued to struggle, and the sword formation became tighter and tighter. He suddenly scattered and turned into countless evil spirits, fleeing in all directions.
Kunwu lowered his head, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Lu Li almost penetrated into his inner palace.
Lu Xiaochan suddenly stood up and shouted, "Shu Wuxi! Shu Wuxi, are you back? Shu Wuxi!"
He continued to shake the Locking Immortal Silk, and a figure in the distance slowly condensed like a phantom, becoming clearer and clearer.
The aura like a sea of glass and silver outlines the cold and lonely figure of that person.
Lu Xiaochan felt as if a thousand troops were galloping in her heart, and she ran over madly, like a moth flying into a flame with joy.
“Shu Wuxi…” Kunwu looked at the direction where Lu Xiaochan was running in disbelief, then raised his hand and looked at the thin layer of frost on his fingertips, “He… really… put on the bone-attaching clothes for himself?”
Lu Xiaochan had long forgotten the so-called suffering of being burned by karmic fire. When he looked at Shu Wuxi, his eyes seemed to have countless stars breaking away from the abyss and rushing towards the sky. Shu Wuxi stood there with an expression as if in a dream.
Kunwu was terrified: "Oh my God! Please don't let it burn up again!"
He flew over and immediately stood in front of Lu Xiaochan.
Lu Xiaochan bumped into Kunwu's back unexpectedly, rubbed her nose, and said in great dissatisfaction: "What are you doing!"
Kunwu held down Lu Xiaochan, who was about to move, and looked at Shu Wuxi with a serious face: "Are you sure?"
Shu Wuxi looked into Kunwu's eyes and remained silent for a rare moment.
For a moment, it was so quiet that Lu Xiaochan wondered if time had stood still.
He sighed: "You are not sure, but I am sure!"
Kunwu turned around, frowned, and asked, "What are you sure of?"
"I'm sure I want to touch Brother Wuxi." Lu Xiaochan answered as if she really had forgotten the pain of being burned by the karmic fire.
"you… "
Kunwu wanted to give this ignorant little thing a good beating.
"Brother, I know you're very good to me, so why not let me get what I want most? Otherwise, even if I'm not burned to death, the evil spirits will take advantage of me."
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Kunwu asked again.
"Yeah." Lu Xiaochan nodded.
Kunwu sighed and took out the pill that Lu Xiaochan had taken when her body was burned.
"Eat it. Otherwise... I'm afraid I won't be able to save you anymore."
"Thank you, Brother."
Lu Xiaochan had always been reluctant to take medicine before, but this time she took it very straightforwardly, as if it was not medicine but a sugar pill.
He walked up to Shu Wuxi, who had been silent all the time, and looked at him.
He was really beautiful. Every line drawn by his aura seemed just right to Lu Xiaochan. It was like a torrent falling from the sky, fleeting fireworks, moonlight falling on the sea and turning into gem fragments, and all the beautiful things he could imagine.
Lu Xiaochan stretched out her finger and was about to touch the tip of Shu Wuxi's nose, but Shu Wuxi took half a step back.
His finger missed. This was the first time Lu Xiaochan saw Shu Wuxi retreat.
He was a man who didn't know what fear was, but at this moment he was afraid.
Lu Xiaochan smiled, he knew that there would never be another person in the world who cared about him as much as Shu Wuxi.
"Brother Wuxi, look, Changyan's ribs are gone!" Lu Xiaochan pointed at Ling Teng and said loudly.
"What?" Shu Wuxi turned his head.
In just a moment, Lu Xiaochan bumped into his arms and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Shu Wuxi's entire body trembled, his breathing stopped, Lu Xiaochan's ear was pressed against his chest, his heartbeat stopped, and the moment Lu Xiaochan's hand gently patted his back, it finally started beating again.
"I'm fine! It's not hot at all!"
Kunwu, who was standing behind Lu Xiaochan, let out a breath and almost pointed at Lu Xiaochan and cursed her, but when he saw Shu Wuxi slowly turning his head, he couldn't say a word.
Shu Wuxi lowered his head, and a streak of tears flowed down his expressionless face.
Kunwu sighed and thought: He gave you all the seven emotions and six desires. If you could get him... your wish would come true and you wouldn't have to fall into the devil's body.
"Never mind, never mind... whatever you want."
Kunwu waved his hand and turned away.
Lu Xiaochan heard the sound of blood flowing, like a rushing river, like a Pegasus galloping towards the sky, just like suddenly waking up from a deep sleep of tens of millions of years, and realizing that everything was not a dream. Shu Wuxi hugged Lu Xiaochan tightly.
His embrace was getting tighter and tighter, and Lu Xiaochan could hear his extremely suppressed breathing, as if he wanted to crush him and melt him into his bones and blood. Every breath he took was heavy, as if every inhalation and exhalation was shuttling through madness.
His fingers were embedded in Lu Xiaochan's hair, and his fingertips felt Xiaochan's hair with great reluctance, which was soft and had a faint medicinal fragrance. He lowered his head and leaned on Xiaochan's head, as if he wanted to use his body to completely wrap Lu Xiaochan up, airtight, so that no one could see or touch her.
"Brother Wuxi... where have you been? You are so cold!" Lu Xiaochan placed his palm on Shu Wuxi's back. He had just reached the state of entering the state, and he followed the method taught by Kunwu and transferred his true energy into Shu Wuxi's back, trying to warm him up.
"Did I freeze you?"
The next moment, Shu Wuxi's true energy flowed throughout his body, warming him up.
"No. I was afraid you would be cold." Lu Xiaochan replied.
Lu Xiaochan's heart was beating fast too, and he found himself very greedy.
When I couldn't see Shu Wuxian, I wanted to see him. When I saw him, I wanted to touch him. When I touched him, I wanted to be held by him forever.
"If it were me... I probably wouldn't be able to become a god even if I practiced for thousands or tens of thousands of years..." Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes, greedily kissing Shu Wuxi's taste, feeling him tightening his embrace around her.
"What..." Shu Wuxi asked.
But Lu Xiaochan did not answer him. It was enough for him to know the answer himself.
Brother Wuxi, I think I also have an obsession with you... right
Shu Wuxi was still holding him, with no intention of letting go.
"Do you know that when you were away, people from the Magic City came to cause trouble? I thought I was going to die!" Lu Xiaochan just couldn't calm down. Now that Shu Wuxi was back, he had countless things to say to him.
"I know."
"The three sword energies you left for me protected me." Lu Xiaochan moved her head slightly and rubbed her nose against Shu Wuxi's arms.
"Yes. I will never leave your side again."
Shu Wuxi responded softly, and his arms suddenly tightened again. His breath passed over Lu Xiaochan's head and ruffled a strand of his hair.
"Brother Wuxi, what about me... I wandered the streets alone, imagining the scene of dim lights. I also once got lost in the Whispering Forest a while ago. It was so desolate and lonely that it took me a long time to find my way back." Lu Xiaochan whispered in Shu Wuxi's arms.
His breathing followed his voice, as if he was also embraced by Shu Wuxi's arms.
"From now on you won't wander alone, and you won't get lost."
"Whether it is day or night, if you are there, I will be filled with joy. If you are not there, I will just make one to come out and put one in." Lu Xiaochan raised her head and smiled with squinted eyes.
Lu Xiaochan heard the sound of teeth clenching tightly. This time, he was really going to be strangled to death by Shu Wuxi. He had to use his last bit of strength to pat Shu Wuxi's back and groan.
"I... I'm almost out of breath... Brother Wuxi, please be gentle..."
Shu Wuxi then slightly relaxed his embrace.
At this time, a cough was heard. Kunwu, who was standing not far away, spread his hands helplessly: "Why are you still so reluctant to part? You have been hugging each other for more than an hour! Can you talk about business?"
Lu Xiaochan was always thick-skinned, and she replied directly: "Brother, you are just jealous, no one treats you as well as Brother Wuxi!"
Kunwu quickly stepped back: "No! No! No! Only you can bear his kindness! If he treats me well, I will die a short life!"
Lu Xiaochan burst into laughter.
At this time, the disciples of Zhiwu Villa also came to Kunwu and saluted him.
"Your Excellency, Master of Medicine, I am late for arriving at Zhiwu Villa. I hope you will forgive me." Jiang Wuchao still looked serious.
“No need to bow! No need to bow! What crime have you committed? If you hadn’t held back the Demon Lord Lu Li today, our Tailing Pavilion wouldn’t have been able to wait for reinforcements!”
"Originally, Nanli Sword Sect's Miaochen Yuanjun also sent his Sword Master Ye Linshuang to come. But when we passed Shuijingyuan, we were attacked by Demon Lord Wangsha! In order to protect us from the attack, Sword Master Ye stayed in Shuijingyuan..."
The demon king Wangsha feeds on obsession, while the demon king Luli who besieged Tailing Pavilion feeds on killing intent. These two demon kings are the left and right arms of the evil god Hun Dun.
Kunwu closed his eyes and sighed, "I was wondering why the various sects of Xuanmen didn't come to help when they saw that Tailing Pavilion was besieged by the Demon Lord... I guess they were stopped by the demons on the way!"
"With Ye Zhangjian's cultivation, he should be able to contend with the Demon Lord Wangsha, but I still need to investigate a little."
After saying that, Jiang Wuchao turned around and bowed in the direction of Shu Wuxi. The fellow apprentices he brought with him did not know Shu Wuxi's identity, but seeing Jiang Wuchao's humble attitude, they also bowed their heads and saluted.
Shu Wuxi neither nodded nor raised his hand to ask them to stand up, completely ignoring everything.
Lu Xiaochan poked her head out of his arms and shouted, “Thank you, Sword Master Jiang!”
Jiang Wuchao smiled and left with his disciples.
After flying out of the area of Tailing Pavilion, his fellow apprentice behind him could not help asking, "Brother, who exactly did you salute just now? Who is he? With just one sword formation, he forced the Demon Lord Lu Li to retreat!"
The other disciples were also very curious: "It seems that his cultivation is even higher than Nanli Jingtian's Sword Master Ye Linshuang!"
Jiang Wuchao looked back and asked meaningfully, "Do you know what it means to borrow the power of the atmosphere?"
"Atmosphere and all things?"
"He can borrow the power of all things in the world. Who else can have a higher level of cultivation than him?"
In Tailing Pavilion, the medical practitioners who were still able to get up began to clean up the mess on the floor.
Kunwu patted Shu Wuxi on the back and said, "Let's go. A lot of things have happened in the past few days since you were away. Let me tell you first."
Shu Wuxi did not let go of Lu Xiaochan, but just lowered his head and said, "You have never said so many nice things to me."
Lu Xiaochan laughed out loud: "You and I are different. Brother Wuxi, you don't talk much, even if you just say 'hmm', I think it sounds good."
Kunwu covered his ears and said, "Too much will lead to loss! Just enough is enough! Once the main thing is done, you can hold me until the end of time, okay?"
Lu Xiaochan quickly responded: "Yes, yes! The people in the Demon City said they want to take my Dan Yuan! Brother Wuxi, please quickly discuss with my senior brother, what should we do?"
Shu Wuxi then let go of Lu Xiaochan, but instead held his hand.
Shu Wuxi was not the only one who didn't know how to be satisfied. Even if they were just holding hands, Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but gently rub Shu Wuxi's fingers with his own. He wanted to feel his skin and his bones.
Feeling Lu Xiaochan's fingers moving, Shu Wuxi thought he was trying to break free, so he held them tighter, almost crushing Lu Xiaochan's fingers.
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Lu Xiaochan's nose and eyes wrinkled together, and she touched the back of Shu Wuxi's hand with her other hand, "I just want to touch you like this! Please don't crush my fingers, okay?"
Shu Wuxi stopped and hugged Lu Xiaochan again.
Lu Xiaochan's eyes were full of smiles. He would never get tired of being held like this by Shu Wuxi, even if it lasted forever.
Kunwu could no longer bear it: "You are tied together by the Immortal Locking Ribbon. Whether you hold hands or hug each other, you are together! That's enough!"
Shu Wuxi ignored Kunwu's dissatisfaction and walked towards the quiet room holding Lu Xiaochan's hand.
Lu Xiaochan lowered her head and looked at Shu Wuxi's hand.
So this is what it feels like to be held by Brother Wuxi.
The strength of his fingers, the feeling of his knuckles curling around her own fingers became delicate.
On the way to Tailing Pavilion, Lu Xiaochan had imagined countless times what it would be like to have him hold her hand. Now that she was being held by him, Lu Xiaochan felt for the first time that this was what it truly meant to "die without regrets."
Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about!
It is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, so he wants to stay by Shu Wuxi's side, eating and drinking well and being taken care of by him.
Coming to the table, Kunwu sat down cross-legged, and Lu Xiaochan and Shu Wuxi sat side by side opposite him.
Even under the table, Shu Wuxi still held Lu Xiaochan's hand.
Veins bulged on Kunwu's forehead, and he thought, Shu Wuxi, you really don't take me seriously, do you
On second thought, it took more than 1,300 years to get to this moment of mutual contact, so it's human nature to be a little greedy.
It’s a pity that Shu Wuxi will probably never be able to cut off his love in this life and will not be able to become a god.
"After you left, Demon Lord Lu Li sent his evil spirits to sneak into our Tailing Pavilion, trying to steal Xiao Chan's Dan Yuan. Fortunately, you left behind three sword intentions to save Xiao Chan's life."
Kunwu carefully observed Shu Wuxi's expression and saw that his brows were slightly furrowed, which was rare for him. He thought to himself, damn, you finally take what I said seriously!
But Shu Wuxi's answer made Kunwu almost vomit blood.
"It seems that the cultivation of your Tailing Pavilion disciples is getting worse and worse. The evil spirit sneaked in, and it must not be possessed by you, but by your disciples."
Kunwu: “…”
Xiao Chan tilted her head, and the spiritual energy around Kunwu tightened a little. It seemed that he was angry. She had received a lot of care from Kunwu in Tailing Pavilion, so she quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Well... Then Lu Li came in person! He brought an army of evil spirits with him! Didn't you see that later?"
Only then did Shu Wuxi say "hmm".
Kunwu quickly got to the point: "Shu Wuxi, in addition to protecting Xiaochan, we must also let Xiaochan learn how to protect herself. I originally wanted to take Xiaochan to continue practicing medicine, but then I thought that practicing medicine is the least laborious option, but to deal with evil spirits and demons, I'd better practice swordsmanship."
"I will teach him well." Shu Wuxi replied.
"Chang Yan's rib... chose Xiao Chan. In this case, we have to find a way to make it into a magical sword."
Lu Xiaochan immediately turned around and pointed at Chang Yan's ribs on the couch: "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Do you want to forge a sword for me?"
"Yeah." Shu Wuxi nodded.
"Since the beginning of the Great Desolation, the only person who has forged a sword with the remains of spirit beasts is Ye Hua Yuan Zun. There has been no news of him for nearly eight thousand years. I'm afraid he has died."
The author has something to say: I finally got a hug today, but Fat Gua is not happy. There are very few comments from babies recently!
Count, how many sweet words did Xiao Chan say to Brother Wuxi today