In fact, Shen Du thought he was going to die.
As long as he is not careful and fails to control his body, or loses consciousness in the sharp pain that hits his body, or he falls from the mid-air to the high Bukong Mountain and shatters his body; The force went retrograde, destroying the Qicheng force that he finally recovered, and was directly caught by the monks of the Tianji Temple who were chasing after him.
Maybe it's the scourge left behind for thousands of years...
He can't die.
Although the severe pain had invaded his mind and made him wish he could cut himself with a knife, it didn't make him comatose, but made him more and more awake.
The strategies in his mind are endless.
Demon Dao is full of evil and deceitful people. He can become the Dao Master of Demon Dao, except for this extremely high martial arts, he is not useless.
He is not hypocritical, but very deceitful.
People swept down from this height, and instantly discerned their current direction.
In the area of Bukong Mountain for more than 20 days, except for the few days when he was seriously injured and could not move around, he was not idle. Jia followed the monk twice before and after, and he knew the terrain up and down the Tianji Temple.
Now that the injury is still in his body, the Liuhe Divine Art gives him even more ominous omen.
No matter from which angle he thought about it, it was impossible for him to be able to break out from the pursuit of so many people, not to mention the number of people who were ambushing around Bukong Mountain and waiting for him to come out at the moment to take his life!
Once you go out, you will surely die!
Shen Du knew too much about the dangers of this arena.
So many people wanted his life.
Waiting for him outside will not be the loyal subordinates on the Demon Dao, but only the butcher knives raised by countless familiar or unfamiliar people!
He can't go out.
This thought flashed in his mind, and he turned around, and he fled in the southwest direction without hesitation. If the monk is here, I am afraid that he will immediately find out that this direction is diametrically opposite to the direction where the bamboo hut is located.
It looked as if he was about to escape from the Boundless Mountain.
The chasing soldiers behind him were thrown far away by him.
But Shen Du, who was deeply scheming, left deep and shallow staggering footprints along the way.
No one could have imagined that at such a time, he still had the heart to disguise his whereabouts.
Just like this, he ran out for more than ten miles, and when he arrived at the place where the wild mountains and ridges were prosperous, he stopped abruptly, used his remaining strength, and displayed his superb light art.
The body is like a Honghu, but he turned his head again.
When he came, he ran wild, but when he returned, he chose the most desolate road, almost circled Yiyi in a big circle, and even passed the Bukong Mountain again before returning to the sea of bamboos.
The noisy movement could be vaguely heard on the mountain.
Obviously, what happened at the Thousand Buddha Hall and his escape had caused the entire Tianji Temple to be dispatched. It's just that those voices are still far away, which makes this sea of bamboo too quiet.
For a moment, Shen Du felt incredible.
There was such a big disturbance on the mountain, and Tianji Temple did not send anyone down here to search. Was he completely confused by the direction of his escape
"Shasha..."
The cold mountain wind at night blew through the cold and green bamboo sea, making the bamboo branches sway in the clear moonlight, sparse and tall.
At a glance, there was no one there.
But this time, he didn't dare to go in.
He also knew the surrounding terrain. Not far behind the house, there is a small soil slope covered with bamboo leaves. Shen Du forcefully endured the injuries on his body, and in the freezing cold, he stubbornly hid himself on the ground.
The smell of soil, the fresh air of winter bamboo, and the bloody aura in his throat all wrapped around him.
This volt is a full two hours.
For two hours, Shen Du almost forgot that he was in the Bukong Mountain, a place that people in the world could not reach, and in a trance, he only thought that he had returned to the cliff of his childhood.
cold and hungry.
The sky is vast, but the place left for him is only a small corner of the rock. I have to endure the pain and the pain, fight with the wind, fight with the rain, fight with the snow...
All fame and fortune, desire, authority, in the face of life and death, are bullshit.
To live he fell into the dust;
In order to live, he was willing to bury his head in the dust.
So at such a moment, he was so patient. Let the power in the heart that does not belong to him rampage, let the pain in the limbs fade away, and replace it with an itch like an ant's bone...
Liuhe Divine Art, after all, it still happened ahead of time.
He thought that he would have some special reaction, and he was always worried and fearful, but when it started to happen, his heart was very calm.
When the knife on the guillotine fell, it made people tremble and hang in the air; once it was cut cleanly, the dust settled and everything was broken.
Such a momentary loneliness.
Two hours later, it will be the end of the night.
At the Tianji Temple on the top of the mountain, after searching for a small midnight, I couldn't find any trace of him, let alone anyone who came to this bamboo sea and entered that bamboo hut.
Even the monk who brought him meals on weekdays didn't come.
At dawn, the surroundings were quiet.
The lights of the Zen Temple on the top of the mountain also went out a lot. There are only a few scattered lights, still bright at high places, as if to light up the long night and share the light with the sky that is about to open.
The danger seems to be over.
"Cough..."
At this time, the violent coughing sound that had been suppressed for nearly two hours came out of Shen Du's throat, and when he raised his finger to cover it, dark red blood flowed out from between his pale fingers.
The body that has been curled up for a long time has become a little stiff.
The moment he got up from the back of the mound, he almost fell back in embarrassment, but fortunately he stretched out his hand to help Xiu Zhu next to him, and then he stood firm.
The lights were not turned off when he left last night.
The lamp oil in the lamp burned all night, and the dim yellow light was not bright at all, but at this time it was much dim, and it was not even different.
When Shen Du pushed the door in, he almost thought he had walked into darkness.
After a long while, his eyes got used to it, and he could gradually see the various furnishings in the house, which were exactly the same as when he left last night.
Only one difference.
That is himself.
When he left, he still had 70% of his skill, and when he came back, he had less than 40% left; when he left, his injuries had recovered by seven or eight points, and when he came back, it was almost the same as when he was in distress.
Even worse.
Because he could clearly feel the power that took the opportunity to wreak havoc in his body...
Liuhe Divine Art, called Divine Art, is actually an evil law.
The origin of this practice is not right, and his practice has made mistakes. In the past ten years, I have been subjected to countless trials and tribulations, and every time I have a humiliating attack, I feel unbearable pain.
The deeper the practice, the stronger the backlash.
And now...
He was almost on the verge of cultivating this tactic, and the power of backlash was unbelievably strong. Not to mention that his cultivation base is damaged at the moment, and he is seriously injured, and he is simply unable to effectively suppress the power of backlash.
In other words, this attack will be more violent and more painful than ever before!
And his current situation is more embarrassing and dangerous than ever before...
Only yesterday he sent a letter to Gu Zhao, and he didn't know whether the other party received it or not, and what kind of reply he received. So now, he can't get out, and others can't get in.
Even the Tianji Temple…
He doesn't dare to go in now.
After thinking about it from front to back, left and right, there was only one single-plank bridge in front of him!
"The monk..."
Shen Du still remembered, he asked, if Buddha cut flesh to feed eagles and sacrificed himself to feed tigers, would he be willing to sacrifice himself. Then the monk shook his head. At that moment, he didn't jump up and strangle the monk, it was a kindness!
"You said that your mother has no way to be invincible, but now you have to force Lao Tzu to become a monk!"
In the body, that strange feeling has been swept by the cold and cold air that rushed up from the meridians. Although the swearing in his mouth was not clean, the two thin lips had already begun to tremble faintly.
He felt his legs go weak.
But when he raised his eyes, there was an extremely bright ruthless color.
The teapot is on the table.
Shen Du knew that the water inside was already cold.
But he still struggled to walk over, pulled out a clean tea cup, first poured half a glass of water into it, and then, shaking his fingers, took out a two-inch-long, pinky-finger-thick light green glass bottle from his sleeve. .
With a flick of the fingertips, the bottle cap was opened.
There are no pills hidden in it, just a little colorless and odorless water. Just looking at it like this, you can't tell what the effect is, nor the origin.
He tilted his hand, and the water was poured out of the tiny vial.
"Tick tock..."
In just a moment, it was mixed with the tea in the cup, and there was no trace of it.
After doing all this, Shen Du's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he couldn't stand at all, so he sat down on the ground along the corner of the table.
The boom is rolling in.
He blinked laboriously, looked at the sky outside, and only guessed that the monk must come earlier than usual today.
After all, can you really feel nothing when such a big thing happens
In fact, he expected it to be good.
After dawn, the rays of the sky gradually emerged, and the morning bells and drums were beaten as usual on the mountain to remind the disciples in the monastery that it was time to go to the morning class.
The familiar footsteps sounded half an hour later.
With a "squeak", Yuebai's monk robe appeared inside the door.
Shen Du, who was sitting cross-legged under the desk, was struggling, but at this time, he was not in a hurry.
Except for the thin sweat on his forehead and a strange thin red layer on his face, he looked the same as before.
Seeing him walk in, he even laughed: "I came very early today, but I didn't bring any food. Are you going to starve me to death?"
The monks never came at this hour.
The rays of sunshine on the eastern horizon, still with a bit of frost and dew in the mountains, dipped in his moon-white robe. Obviously much more ordinary, but at the moment he walked in, Shen Du felt a strange familiarity.
Is it because the monks of the Tianji Temple give people this feeling
His eyes fell on the monk for a moment, and there was a faint burning light in the bottom of his eyes; the monk's eyes also fell on him, not even the slightest turbulence, but there was something strange in the blood and paleness of his clothes. His face stayed on.
So Shen Du burst out laughing.
The feeling in his body almost drove him crazy, it was unprecedentedly intense, but at the same time, it also made his rationality reach an unprecedented extreme.
He supported the corner of the desk, stood up slowly, looked at the monk who had already paced up to him, only slowly hooked the cup on the desk in his hand, and then handed it to the monk.
The corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, a vicious mockery.
"Want to drink water?"
"… "
The monk stopped, his heart was still like water, but in the eyes of Shen Du, the faint disapproval appeared again. Facing the glass of water that he handed over, he did not take it.
"Don't want to drink?"
Seeing the other party's indifferent reaction, the kindness that Shen Du had disguised on his face quickly disappeared.
He gave a cold laugh, and simply took back the cup, tilted his neck, actually took a small half cup in his mouth, and kissed the monk!
Reaching out and pulling, the monk who was already standing in front of him was immediately pulled by him and leaned over to the front.
Shen Du leaned up.
Before the monk could react at all, he had already put his strangely cold lips against him, and the tea that had been mixed with something entered the other's mouth in this short moment!
Embarrassed swallow!
The monk was shocked and angry.
The bottom of those originally peaceful eyes, just like when he had offended him a while ago, was covered with a thick layer of frost.
At that time, Shen Du didn't take it seriously, let alone now. Although he was on the verge of collapse, he reacted very quickly. Before the monk attacked, he quickly sealed twelve acupoints all over his body!
"If you don't want to drink, you have to drink!"
In this world, those who can reject him Shen Du are either not born or are already dead! A stinky monk is a dead bald donkey, where does this arrogance come from
The acupuncture point has been sealed, and even if he has the strength, he will not be able to use it.
Just for the convenience of doing things, he did not restrain the other party's actions, nor did he fix the other party's figure. With just such a push, the monk who had already realized that the tea was wrong pushed him against the wall and sat down.
The hot and domineering medicinal power dyed the monk's face red almost instantly.
At this moment, Shen Du felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
No one knew the effect of this medicine better than him.
In the past ten years, he has specially formulated this medicine for himself, and Pei Wuji never drinks it. Everything, just to forget myself, forget all the embarrassment and humiliation, so that it can end faster.
After feeding the monk, half of the cup was left.
He lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the water waves in the cup that rippling with the trembling of his palms. In the end, he still tilted his head up, drank it, and then threw the cup aside.
The voice that spoke, no longer knew whether it was madness or madness, whether it was awake or drunk.
"I guess you have such a compassionate heart that you can't bear to kill an ant. You are on the other side of the white cloud, and you don't want to cross a big devil like me, who is in the filthy mud and kills like numbness. I have no choice but to do this."
"Monk, don't blame me."
"If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself. With a thought of kindness, you can save the demon..."
Chapter 20: Forgetting Worry Water, Do Not Forget Worrying ┃The eyelids cast heavy shadows, and there is a sensational feeling that seems to be there and yet, that seems to be true and evil.
Forget about water.
Half of the troubles are thrown away, and half of the bliss is in the West.
After drinking it, the attack is very fast, ten times and a hundred times better than the medicine next to him, not to mention that he has already counteracted the Liuhe Divine Art at this moment.
After saying those words with a sigh, Shen Du looked down at the monk condescendingly, seeing a strange color in his eyes that were originally unmoving.
Obviously, he had already realized the effect of Wangyoushui.
But to his surprise, the monk looked at him, and in addition to the initial anger, he even added two points of kindness and three points of compassion.
as if...
What he just said was just nonsense.
Shen Du laughed: "It's all over, don't you still want to tell me that you don't regret saving me, do you?"
Although the monk couldn't speak, the meaning in his eyes was clear.
No matter what happened, he wouldn't blame himself for a compassionate heart.
Because there is nothing wrong with saving people, even if he is the legendary monster who kills people without blinking an eye. If the later development is unsatisfactory, the fault will not be the person who saves people, but the person who is saved is not right.
Just a farmer and a snake.
Originally, Shen Yu was full of ridicule to say, but at the moment when he touched the monk's eyes, he couldn't say it for some reason.
He could only shut his mouth, closed his voice, leaned down slowly, and sighed: "People are good by being bullied, so I choose to be a bad person, so that I can bully a good person like you."
The medicinal power is rising too fast.
In the first half of the sentence, his voice was still a bit cold without any smoke, and when he reached the last sentence, he had already added a dark hoarseness.
The intoxicated eyes were slightly squinted, but he stretched out his hand and touched the monk's eyebrows.
He had thought about it a long time ago.
How can there be such a good-looking monk in the world, and how can a monk have such good-looking eyebrows
If I want to trace it, I will outline it with a pen; I also want to touch it so lightly, so that the corners of the eyes and brows, which are not stained with the slightest dust, and so compassionate, add a bit of popularity and draw them into the world of three thousand feet.
Now, when the interest comes up, the hands are moved.
Shen Du's fingertips were as cold as his lips, revealing a yin and coldness. But the monk's body temperature rose sharply because of the Wangyou water, like a scalding charcoal fire.
From his fingertips to the top of his heart.
With just such a slight touch, Shen Du's breathing couldn't help but become a little more rapid, and a certain secret and shameful desire in his heart also became slutty and explicit due to the influence of the medicinal power.
His eyes seemed to be on fire.
The burning of desire made his hands lose weight, and the transparent nails trembled, and a thin bloodstain was drawn above the monk's brow bone.
For a moment, Shen Du couldn't tell whether he was in the real, or in the fantasy, or in the mystery of the real and the fantasy. It is dominated by the desires inspired by Liuhe Shenjue and Wangyoushui.
He leaned over.
No longer satisfied with just touching the monk's eyebrows, I want to go a step further, kiss him, and seduce him...
Lips and lips, pressed together again.
Cold and hot, exchanging temperatures with each other.
He knew that his posture at the moment was not good-looking, because the monk did not close his eyes, and he could see his face and eyebrows from the bottom of the other's eyes.
Without Su Ri's fierceness to frighten the heroes, even the deep hostility on his body was reduced, and what was stained on him was actually a bit of extravagant color.
Even because he is too cold, this beauty is also cold.
But at this time, with the intoxicated attitude of the red eyes, where is the dignity of the demon Taoist master
The heartbeat is quickening.
The flow of blood also became rapid.
Shen Du only felt that the effect of Wangyou Shui this time was stronger and stronger than ever before. The medicinal power quickly blended with the gloomy and coldness produced by the Six Harmonies God Art, which soon made his lips pale, but his forehead was densely covered with sweat.
He kissed the monk's lips a little jerky.
At first, it was just a groping-like grinding, but after a while, he felt that it was not enough, so he stuck out the tip of his tongue, intending to pry open the tightly pursed lips of the monk and ask for it deeper.
But the monk looked at him with cold eyes.
At the moment when he kissed him for the third time, the sympathy in the bottom of his eyes, which was like an ebb tide, slowly diminished. And as his behavior became more and more arrogant, the darkness and coldness that were hidden in the darkest and lowest places gradually surfaced.
A little bit of disappointment.
But after a flash, it disappeared again, replaced by a bit of regret, but without the slightest hesitation.
He raised his hand.
Shen Du also kissed him in a daze.
But the next moment, the lips and tongues that traced the other person's lips and contours stopped. A creepy feeling, accompanied by the hot touch on his neck, rose from the back of his head!
"you-"
The voice only had time to spit out half of it, and the second half disappeared automatically when it touched the vaguely floating murderous intent in the monk's eyes.
He's going to kill him!
Such knowledge suddenly made Shen Du feel suffocated.
Even if the whole person has been tossed by the combined force of Liuhe Shenjue and Wangyoushui to the point of forgetting who he is, the crisis of life and death is ahead!
At this moment, he almost subconsciously restrained his mind, wanting to slap the head of the monk in return!
But who could have guessed
Just as the wind from his palm was about to fall, the monk's clear expression suddenly changed, and a strange flush appeared on his face!
The pupils shrink sharply, which is an unexpected pain!
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "poof", and a mouthful of blood spurted out!
The palm that had been pinching Shen Du's neck and was about to break it with force immediately followed this sudden change, and became exhausted. It was as if a strange force had penetrated between his limbs and heart and lungs, causing him to suffer terrifying pain!
A layer of black air suddenly appeared on the jade-like face.
Violent, cold.
It is incompatible with his original Zhongzheng Peace!
The hot blood spilled out and fell on the moon-white monk's robe, and also on the back of the monk's hand, between the fingers...
Shen Du was stunned for a moment.
The palm that patted the monk Tian Linggai stopped halfway, and the killing intent was surging, but at this moment, he was a little more confused: What's wrong with this monk
He just felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.
The monk in front of him obviously also thought that such a change would happen to him, and Gujing's mood was always unwavering, so he was shaken a bit, but it further aggravated the reaction of the medicine.
Wangyou water was prepared by Shen Du for his own use, how domineering
He was able to maintain clarity at the beginning, but it was because of the solid cultivation that has laid a solid foundation over the years, and this extraordinary concentration that is not intruded by external demons.
But just now, at the moment when he wanted to kill Shen Du and wanted to exercise, there was an extremely cold and extremely yin qi gushing out from the internal organs like needles.
What he cultivates is the most masculine and firm.
This extremely cold and extremely yin power, and his various exercises, are the same as water and fire, and he has no defenses, only this moment has been in the road.
All over the body, how much vigorous energy is rushing towards this foreign breath between the viscera.
In the monks, heaven and man are at war, and the misery is unbearable.
Even if he still has the heart to kill Shen Du and get rid of this harm, he doesn't have that power. Not to mention, Shen Du still has 40% of his skill at the moment, how could he be able to kill him easily
The problem lies in the sip of tea that the other party forcibly fed him.
But the irony is that when he saw himself vomiting blood, his face was stunned.
For the first time, he regretted saving Shen Du.
For a natural monster like him, even if he summons the gods and Buddhas in the Nine Heavens, he may not be able to make him repent. How can he be able to cross with a mortal body
Better to kill it!
Compassion reappears in the eyes, and there is a kind of great sadness in the vagueness; however, in the body it is a battle of ice and fire, between the two layers of heaven and the sky, if a little carelessness, it will be 20 years of hard work.
The monk looked at him like this for a long time.
In the end, he took back the hand that was unable to support it, and while his lips moved, he silently recited "Amitabha Buddha". He folded his hands together, sat up cross-legged, and lowered his eyes slowly, as if he had turned into a Buddha statue.
But Shen Du, who was very close to him, could easily see his trembling fingers, purple lips, and sweaty forehead.
The sweat dripped down and ran across the monk's slender neck.
After a flash, he silently sank into his clothes with restraint and forbearance.
"laugh!"
At this moment, Shen Du actually sneered out, the consciousness and consciousness that had been temporarily separated from the body by the monk's eyes, all came back, like a boulder thrown into Pinghu! What aroused was his rage!
"Dead bald donkey, you want to kill me?!"
He hasn't even thought of killing this monk yet. Who would have thought that the always merciful monk would have the thought of murder one step ahead of him!
What a shame!
Shen Du really laughed.
Desire drives him lost, anger drives him crazy.
The cold fingers stretched out and grabbed the monk's jaw fiercely, forcing him to raise his head, open his eyes, and stare at himself with those pupils that were gradually stained with desire.
The anger in the voice is unabated, and there are more sharp taunts!
"Do you think that you are your fellow classmate? The three-legged cat's kung fu dares to attack me!"
"Dare to risk the world to save me, and now you want to kill me again!"
"When you crush an ant, you can give birth to a heart of compassion; I am a big living person, but you have murderous intentions! It's me, Shen Du's big dream, and it's ridiculous to the end, or you, a monk, is not pure in the six senses, and the five aggregates are not empty. , too crazy?"
The monk was forced to raise his head and look at Shen Du.
The clarity of those eyes has become extremely unstable, as if being in the red dust purgatory, constantly suffering from strange bites from all over the body, and the color of the eyes gradually becomes obscure.
After listening to his words, he was still that irritating indifference.
"Good, good, good! What a hard bone!"
When Shen Du saw this, the last sensible string in his mind was also broken by the swept anger, and his body's endurance also reached a limit at this time.
After all, he is also a world-class expert, and at a glance, he can see that he is at a critical moment. What's more, there is no martial arts at all
Therefore, as if to touch the bottom line of the monk on purpose, he put a cold face, buried his head again, and once again covered the monk's lips.
This time, it was the gnawing force of a beast.
He didn't know much about this in the first place, and now he has the intention to torture this monk, so he is especially cold and vicious.
In just a short while, a thick bloody smell filled their lips and teeth.
It's just that the monk's eyes are still cold when he looks at him.
Like ice knives and snow swords, there is an aloof sympathy. And this happened to be what Shen Du hated the most and didn't want to see.
After prying for a long time without opening the monk's lips, he finally gave up, icy fingers climbed all the way up his warm neck, and a vicious thought rushed up to just gouge out his eyes.
But in the end it was reluctant.
He felt afraid that he was ill. Or maybe the backlash of Liuhe Divine Art was too ruthless, so that he couldn't lift that finger up for a while, so he could only stop at the protruding Adam's apple between his throat.
"Monk..."
There was a low voice in his mouth, as if there was something he wanted to say, there was so little disappointment, but when he lowered his eyebrows, the final sound disappeared again.
Shen Du half closed his eyes, finally too lazy to look at the expression of the monk.
Looking bad.
He leaned over, took his Adam's apple, tried to fiddle twice with the tip of his tongue, and bit gently with his teeth. After hearing that the monk's breathing suddenly became a little turbid and heavier, he slowly descended.
The window is half open, the light is slightly penetrating.
His eyebrows were drooping, his long eyelashes cast heavy shadows under his eyelids, and there was a sensational feeling that seemed to exist or not, and seemed to be true and evil.
At this time, the Daoist Daoist of the demon is very good-looking.
He just didn't know it.
Using his lips and hands together, he peeled off the monk's moon-white robe little by little, leaving the monk's sturdy body exposed in the cold air, from the chest to the waist and abdomen, and then to the place below where it was already stiff.
The moment he touched it, Shen Du's fingers, which he tried to stabilize, trembled fiercely.
He never kisses anyone.
What will be done now is even more unprecedented.
Even in the dreamlike medicinal power of Wangyou Shui, it was far beyond the limit that his dignity could endure...