The so-called mother-child gu, as the name suggests, the worm is not one, but let the mother worm carry the child worm, or implant the female worm that is about to give birth to the human body, even if the mother worm is caught, the child worm will still make waves in the human body. Even more crazy because the female worm leaves.
When Li Yao's wound spurted blood again, Gu Qingqiao was powerless. The tiny Gu worms ran through the blood vessels, wantonly destroying the host's internal organs and blood vessels. Blood leaked from Li Yao's seven orifices, twitching in pain. His convulsive hand grabbed Gu Qingqiao's sleeve, and his eyes gradually became dazed.
The look of pain disappeared. Li Yao seemed to be a different person at this time. A hint of madness suddenly appeared on his face. He suddenly stretched out a hand and pinched Gu Qingqiao's throat.
That hand was so powerful that Gu Qingqiao heard his neck bone rattle, as if it would be completely twisted in the next instant. He attacked Li Yao's chest, but the other party let him kick as if he didn't feel it, and the madness in his eyes became stronger.
Gu Qingqiao's hand groped on the ground, and a metal object touched his hand. It was the dagger just now, which fell under his feet during the fight. Gu Qingqiao held it in his hand like a life-saving straw, and the tip of the knife was facing Li Yao's chest, but he couldn't stab it any longer.
He still remembered the smile just now, this man was just as beautiful as the boy in his memory, and it made people feel that they couldn't bear to hurt him at the juncture of life and death.
The hand pinching the throat blocked the airflow, Gu Qingqiao's brain was unable to function normally, he felt dizzy and only felt the strength between the neck and neck loosen, but the dagger in his hand was clenched tightly, Li Yao's heavy body slammed into him.
Fresh air came in, and Gu Qingqiao coughed violently. The pressure on his body made him miserable, and the warm and sticky liquid slowly spread around him.
Li Yao finally woke up for a moment, but chose death in this moment of clarity.
Screams sounded in front of the door, and it was the movement in the house that attracted the maids who passed by the small courtyard, and then many people came.
"I don't need to say more about the next thing." Gu Qingqiao pouted helplessly and said in a low voice.
The furnishings in the room were overturned and messed up. The two of them scuffled together. The dagger was stuck in Li Yao's chest. murderer.
Mu Xiyuan was still sitting on the ground with her back to the bamboo building, and the breeze blew through the bamboo forest, making her cheeks cold. I knew that Master's death was not so simple, but I didn't expect it to be so tortuous and tragic.
"Ayun..." Gu Qingqiao's heart was twisted as he saw the tears on Mu Xiyun's face. He wanted to reach out to wipe away those tears, but hesitated to go forward. In the end, he just asked, "Do you believe me?"
Mu Xiyun stood up, he had wiped away the tears, except that the corners of his eyes were a little red, his face was the same as usual. He took a deep look at Gu Qingqiao, let out a sigh, and said, "I believe it."
A sudden turbulence of air between the heavens and the earth, the situation in the sky changes, the ground underfoot trembles, and the surrounding air twists. The two looked at each other, turned over and went down the bamboo building to the open space in front of the building. Bamboo forests and bamboo buildings gradually disappeared in the tremors of heaven and earth, and the scenery in front of them became a mountain climbing road.
Lingshan Illusion, disappeared.
"This is... the way up the mountain." Since entering Lingshan, all kinds of accidents have emerged one after another, making people overwhelmed. Both of them almost forgot that they came to Lingshan to get Lingwu. At this time, the mood was agitated, and Lingshan Illusion decided that they had passed the trial and sent them to the sword-forging pool.
"Brother Mu! Brother Gu!" A voice called from behind. The two turned back, Deng Xian and Wen Zirui were running towards them, and the two of them passed the illusion test, which was a big surprise at this time.
When the four of them met, Deng Xian rushed forward excitedly, grabbed Mu Xiyuan's hand, looked him up and down several times, and said happily, "It's great that you are back! Wait at the foot of the mountain. When I was with you, I was still worried. Later, the cave collapsed and we hid in the hut, but unexpectedly, we entered an illusion!"
Although Wen Zirui was also very excited, he was not as familiar with the two as Deng Xian, so he just smiled and nodded.
Mu Xiyun's mood has not yet been adjusted, and she doesn't know how to respond for a while. Seeing Gu Qingqiao unintentionally pulled Deng Xian's hand away, he patted his shoulder vigorously and said, "Good job! Tell me what you have encountered?"
How proud it is for young people to pass through the illusion in Lingshan. When Deng Xian and Wen Zirui saw that they had an audience, they immediately turned around and pulled up Gu Qingqiao, busy describing what they had seen and heard to him.
Gu Qingqiao led the two of them and walked towards the sword-forging pool while talking. Mu Xiyun slowly followed behind them, looking at Gu Qingqiao's back in a trance.
In the illusion just now, I was just a listener. As the narrator, Gu Qingqiao, as if he had relived the nightmarish experience of the year, the shock in his mind would not be smaller than himself. It should be difficult for him to adjust his mood at the moment. However, he still did not hesitate to press the discomfort in his heart, leaving time for himself to adjust.
In the previous life, apart from the first three months, Moyun Mountain was thousands of miles apart from the southwest, and the two would only meet occasionally after a long period of time apart. There was always a bit of ambiguity about this person. Now, without the separation of the division, can he get to know this person again
Suddenly, Mo Zhiqi's words resounded in his mind: "Those who cultivate Taoism are nothing more than destiny and chance. If senior brother is sleepy like the past fifty years, without this chance, then destiny is like this, It's no pity. But since you can wake up and follow the destiny to find the opportunity, why not?"
"Is this my chance?"
Gu Qingqiao, who was walking in front, seemed to have a feeling in his heart. At this time, he looked back and saw that Mu Xiyuan was thoughtful and looked at himself with heavy eyes, but he didn't know what it meant, and he felt more uneasy in his heart.
The road up the mountain was not long, but after a stick of incense, the four of them came to the sword-forging pool.
It is said to be a "pond", but it is actually a large lake on the top of the mountain. Lingshan towers into the clouds, the top of the mountain is still covered with snow, and the lake is clear, reflecting the surrounding snow-capped mountains and the flowing clouds in the sky, just like there is a world in the water, crystal clear and beautiful.
There is a small platform extending into the lake by the lake, called "Xunqi".
On the Xunqi stage, a person is reaching out into the water, the water waves are rippling, and the reflected clouds are changing. I don't know if the clouds in the sky are moving or the clouds in the water are flowing.
"Hula", the man suddenly withdrew his hand from the water, holding a hammer in his hand.
Deng Xian recognized Fang Rui from a distance, raised his hand and whistled.
Fang Rui looked up and saw a few people, jumped up happily, held the hammer and rushed straight to the four of them. Just opened his mouth to shout, but saw Deng Xian and Wen Zirui turn pale in shock. The two swooped forward and covered Fang Rui's mouth from left to right.
"Stupid you!" Although he was standing face to face, Deng Xian said to him through his voice: "Don't say anything! Name Lingwu!"
Fang Rui just remembered that when he got Lingshan's weapon, he was going to name it right away. The first word spoken at this time was Lingwu's name. Thinking of it just now... This hammer was almost called "Deng Xian".
Fang Rui laughed and broke free from the two of them. Holding the hammer solemnly, he said solemnly: "Chengshan".
With a flash of golden light, the two seal characters "Chengshan" appeared on the hammer handle. Naming is done.
Only then did Deng Xian and Wen Zirui breathe a sigh of relief, and congratulated him with a smile. Wen Zirui asked curiously, "Why a hammer? Isn't your Dragon Tiger Villa good at taming animals? What is a hammer for? Gophers?"
"Fuck your gophers!" Fang Rui punched Wen Zirui on the shoulder, "I'm Qixiu, of course I need a hammer."
Wen Zirui was punched back two steps by him, raised his hand and smiled: "How would I know?"
Fang Rui got Lingwu, his mouth could not be closed with joy, he urged Deng Xian and Wen Zirui to go to the lake, and then said to Mu Xiyuan and Gu Qingqiao: "You two are amazing! When I entered the hut, the mountain collapsed. , did you do it? "He looked at Mu Xiyuan up and down when he said that:" At that time, he seemed to see you fall from above. How are you, are you alright?"
Mu Xiyun's heart was warm. This person had only met him once before, but now seeing his smiling face, he was genuinely happy and concerned. For a time, the sadness and anger in the illusion just now were diluted a lot, and he couldn't help but smile. He replied: "It's okay, after a day's rest, it's almost healed."
At this time, Wen Zirui had reached into the water and prayed silently in his heart. A ray of white light escaped from his heart and plunged into the water. The water wave churns up gently, and with a movement of the underwater hand, a slender handle has been grasped.
"What is it? A shovel?" Fang Rui only remembered that Lingwu Sect was good at prospecting. He expected that Wen Zirui was also an expert, so he couldn't help but approached and asked.
Wen Zirui was amused when she heard this. He questioned Fang Ruidi's hammer just now, but now people come to misunderstand him.
He slowly lifted the handle, the water splashed down his hand, and a whisk appeared in his hand.
"Wu Ming." Wen Zirui smiled and named his Lingwu.
Unsurprisingly, Deng Xian's Lingwu is a sword, named "Qingfeng".
It was Mu Xiyun's turn. He reached into the water, and the cool lake water soaked his hands, taking away all the summer heat from his body. The white light was faint, and he threw it into the water from his heart, which was a trace of his own soul. The immortal arts in the sword-forging pool will integrate this strand of soul into Lingwu, and then send it to his hands.
Watching the changes in the lake water, Mu Xiyun remembered that more than 50 years ago, it was also here that she picked up her sword, Daoxin, from the lake. But since his soul left the body, the Dao Heart seems to have been recovered by Lingshan, and he has been summoned many times after his resurrection, but it has not come back.
Underwater Lingwu was formed, and Mu Xiyun had already held a hilt in his hand. Could it be Dao Xin
The water fell and the sword came out. What Mu Xiyun held in his hand was indeed a sword hilt. The hilt of the white jade polished sword is cool to start with, but it is surprisingly light, the whole body is white and flawless, and a small red plum is carved at the end. The bright red plum blossoms and the snow-white cloud patterns set off each other, making the simple hilt look gorgeous.
Mu Xiyun raised her hand, and the sword body slowly surfaced. He moved slightly in his heart and raised his eyebrows.
This sword is much thinner than ordinary swords. The hand has been raised three feet, but the thin sword body has not completely out of the water. With a flick of Mu Xiyun's fortune, the thin sword collapsed in an elegant arc, bouncing upwards with shining water splashes. The surface of the sword was engraved with patterns, which shone brightly in the sun, as if it were filled with stars.
It's a soft sword.
The four people beside them were shocked by the crystal splendor of the soft sword coming out of the water, but when they remembered the rules of naming, they all dared not speak. Fang Rui simply covered his mouth and stared at his big eyes like copper bells, motioning to Mu Xiyun to name him quickly.
Mu Xiyuan caressed the body of the sword lightly, the soft sword swayed like a cloud in the sky, and the hilt was like a plum blossom in spring snow. At this time, it was already westward, and the reddish rays of the sun were shining on the red plum, and the smiling face appeared in my mind inadvertently.
He raised his head and glanced at Gu Qingqiao after Yi Rong, but the other party quietly looked away.
Mu Xiyun sighed in his heart, and spit out a magic trick, white light flashed in his hand, and then covered the hilt of the sword.
"You, you, you..." Fang Rui called out, "Why did you seal the name of the sword? Aren't you going to name it?"
Seeing that Mu Xiyuan was silent, Deng Xian helped to smooth things out: "Brother Fang, don't worry, of course you need to think of a good name for such a good sword. What would you like to name it if you were you?"
Fang Rui glared and shouted: "That's not easy, just call... just call..." He touched his head, hesitated for a long time, and finally conceded: "Oh, really, I have to seal the name of the sword too. "
Mu Xiyun put away the sword and returned to the place where several people were standing. Wen Zirui gently pushed Gu Qingqiao, and it was his turn.
Gu Qingqiao walked to the Xunqi Platform. The last time he came here was more than fifty years ago. The seventeen-year-old boy in the illusion was injured and poisoned, which became his trial and his concern for two lives.
Gu Qingqiao, a witch doctor in the southwest, is good at using a machete. His knife is called "Wangyun".