Without saying a word, Xu Xingzhi grabbed Tao Xian, turned his head and fled.
After only escaping two steps, he was forced to stand again and slowly take a few steps backwards.
The man who was lying on his side on the throne was standing in front of him, with his hair hanging like a waterfall, and a glass of fruit wine in his hand. One star wine stain.
He smiled and asked, "Where are you going?"
Xu Xingzhi instinctively looked behind him, but saw that the man on the throne was still smiling at him with his chin up.
He looked back again, but his neck was clamped by a hand.
After his feet left the ground, Xu Xingzhi suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe, and just as he was about to use the dagger in his hand, he felt light on his hand.
"A good dagger." The man lightly weighed the dagger he had taken from his hand, "The blade is thin, and it cuts iron like mud.
Xu Xingzhi struggled and tried to push the man's hand away, but the arm was like steel and did not move at all.
Tao Xian rushed up and wanted to fight him, but the man didn't even bother to do anything to Tao Xian. He waved his sleeves, and Tao Xian was blown up by a gust of wind, hitting a human figurine, and when he rolled down, he was already unconscious. personnel.
The man threw the dagger backhand, and the dagger sent a long whistle in the air, stabbing into the shoulder of the other figurine.
There was a strange hoarse scream from the inside of the figurine, which reverberated dully in the empty hall.
"These are the people who have made me unhappy." The man obviously didn't want Xu Xingzhi to die right in front of his eyes. He put the powerless Xu Xingzhi to the ground, and said to his buzzing ears, "Now their souls are trapped in this clay pottery, whether they like it or not, they have to be with me every day. See you. If you don't want your friends to be my figurines, you have to listen to me."
Xu Xingzhi coughed out a mouthful of blood, and he was convinced that this person was the master of Tiger Leaping Stream, the ghost king who was in charge of thousands of ghost soldiers: "...I listen to you, can you let him leave Tiger Leaping Stream? "
The ghost king thought carefully: "I will kill him directly so that he will suffer less."
Xu Xingzhi said, "You are really kind."
The Ghost King could hear the irony in Xu Xingzhi's words, smiled, and did not want to answer.
Xu Xingzhi coughed a few more times before his limbs gradually gained strength.
He got up: "...you need to agree to deal with him after I die."
The Ghost King was very interested and asked, "Oh? Why?"
"I have a promise with him that he will not die before me." Xu Xingzhi, "Didn't you say that you appreciate my 'heart of benevolence and righteousness'? Then make it a little better, okay?"
"You and him...?" The Ghost King's expression looked strange, "What is your relationship with him?"
Xu Xingzhi touched the throat that was pinched out of Ziyin, did some mental calculations, and gave a relatively accurate number: "I have known him for a total of ten days, and he is an acquaintance."
The Ghost King didn't believe it, and sneered.
Xu Xingzhi looked at him for a moment.
Seeing his appearance, the ghost king gradually put away his smile: "...you want to save him?"
Xu Xingzhi supported his body with his only remaining hand: "How can I save it? I can't even save myself."
Ghost King: "Someone is breaking into my twenty-seventh battle, trying to save you. Do you want to delay until they come?"
Xu Xingzhi wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his lips, and recklessly wiped his hands at the hem of the ghost king's clothes: "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait, but maybe he can wait."
Since entering the wild, Xu Xingzhi has always felt that his life is hanging by a thread. Now that the sword hanging over his head has been cut off, if he doesn't take the opportunity to make his mouth happy, he will not be able to say anything after death, right? What a loss.
"There are twenty-seven mazes in Tiger Leaping Stream, and no one has been able to break through the wilderness. Only one person has entered the deepest, and he is still insane in the fantasy world of the thirteenth level." Xu Xingzhi, "... Your companion is dead."
Xu Xingzhi replied casually, "Oh, that's amazing."
Ghost King: "..."
After a long silence, the Ghost King threw a punch and knocked Xu Xingzhi to the ground without warning.
This punch was really impressive, Xu Xingzhi couldn't hear or see anything for a long time.
When he could see clearly again, he had been dragged into an inner room and tied to a bed. He didn't know what kind of poison was in his hands and feet, and he was paralyzed and paralyzed, unable to move.
… Since entering the Wilderness, Xu Xingzhi has not been able to relax almost all the time. He is either tied or handcuffed. Even on the way to Tiger Leaping Stream in the past ten days, Meng Zhongguang has to use silver chains to tie him to the Beside you to fall asleep.
So at this moment, Xu Xingzhi was able to maintain emotional stability despite being tied up like a dead pig.
The ghost king looked down at Xu Xingzhi from top to bottom.
There was no expression on his face, and he said, "...No one can talk to me like that except him."
This person's moody nature was revealed in a few encounters, but Xu Xingzhi still went his own way. He pressed his tongue against the bleeding wound in his mouth that was bruised by his teeth, and said vaguely, "Then you are so pitiful."
"You are very interesting." The ghost king once again showed a wicked smile like a poisonous snake. "Speak more, after the soul wash, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to say these yin and yang strange words again."
… to wash the soul.
Xu Xingzhi's reading taste has always been mixed, and he can't remember which book of horns and monsters he has read about this secret technique, but at least he clearly remembers that "washing the soul" is a technique commonly used by ghosts. Law.
In this technique, a strand of incomplete remnant soul is put into a body with a complete soul, and then activated by the technique, so that the memory in the remnant soul gradually penetrates into the complete soul, and soon, the remnant soul will It gave birth to branches and vines, clinging to the complete memory, complementing itself, and washing away the memory in the original complete soul.
After the dove occupies the magpie's nest, the caster only needs to do it, lead the soul out of the body, and exchange it with the still warm heart in the shell to the original corpse of the remnant soul, and then the person can be successfully brought back to life.
In short, the ghost king sets the level and selects it carefully. He wants to use a heart and soul wash to resurrect a person.
Without waiting for Xu Xingzhi to resist, the Ghost King couldn't wait to take out a linen handkerchief with a worn corner from his left chest and spread it flat.
A piece of dried flower in the center of the handkerchief took advantage of the situation to fly up, and flutteringly landed on Xu Xingzhi's chest.
Lying in the handkerchief was a small jade pot with locked soul, and some dried up Luohan flower petals.
The ghost king cherished unscrewing the lid of the pot inlaid with the jade chain, protected it with his palm, and poured the meager soul into Xu Xingzhi's forehead.
At the moment when the remnant soul entered the body, Xu Xingzhi's forehead passed through like a giant axe, he straightened up and let out a heart-piercing scream.
Heavy light and shadow flew past his eyes, and many vague details became clear in the grinding and washing of time. After Xu Xingzhi groped for the confusing beginning, he finally ushered in a colorful story.
Next, Xu Xingzhi had a long dream.
And the dream told him at the beginning that in this dream, he was called Ye Fuyi, and the other person in the dream was called Nanli.
Ye Piyi met Nanli when she was carrying a corpse thirteen years ago.
Nanli was adjusting his Sheng on the cliff full of Arhats, and when he lowered his head, he saw Ye Fuyi, a little Taoist priest walking with a corpse on his back.
Ye Fuyi's eyes were red from crying, like a tender peach, and he was not afraid of damaging his eyes, and kept wiping it with his sleeves.
Nanli stared at him for a long time.
Ye Puyi didn't notice him. He was tired from walking, so he laid the corpse flat on the ground, and after gasping for a while, he picked up the corpse on his back and prepared to continue on his way.
Nanli suddenly reminded him: "The Tiger Leaping Stream is ahead, do you still want to go forward?"
Ye Puyi suddenly heard a human voice and was startled, she raised her eyes to look at him, peach eyes bulging, it looked like some kind of small animal.
He Nanli stared at him for a while before Ye Buyi realized that the people in front of him were barbarians.
He unsheathed his sword tremblingly: "You, don't come here."
Nanli jumped off the cliff, Ye Fuyi closed his eyes in fright, but when he opened his eyes again, Nanli disappeared.
Just thinking about it, Ye Buyi was so frightened by the sound from behind that he almost couldn't hold the sword.
Nanli looked at the corpse behind him with his hands behind his back: "Who is this from you?"
Ye Puyi quickly stepped back a few steps, leaned against the root of the cliff, pinched the hilt nervously, and replied, "...I don't know either."
Nanli was curious: "I don't know, what are you doing behind his back?"
Ye Puyi said in a low voice, "As a fellow man, it is a gentleman's job to lend a helping hand.... This is what Senior Brother Xu taught us."
Nanli laughed: "Then, did your senior brother Xu teach you that it is also a gentleman's job to look into other people's eyes when talking to others?"
Ye Puyi felt that it made sense and wanted to look at Nanli, but was forced to turn his eyes away again by his incomparably handsome face: "...You, are you from the wild?"
Nanli carefully looked at his dodging eyes and remained silent.
Seeing that Nanli was only staring at himself, Ye Puyi's face was a little hot: "I'm leaving."
Nanli grabbed his wrist: "Where are you going alone?"
Ye Puyi was very nervous and said: "Let me go. I have heard in this world that there is a ghost king living in the wild Tiger Leaping Stream. He has lived here for hundreds of thousands of years, how can I beat him. "
Nanli asked, "Where are you going with a corpse on your back?"
"Go to the place where the water and grass are lush." Ye Fuyi said innocently, "I want to bury this Taoist well."
"Then you're probably going to be too busy to die."
Nanli sneered: "It's very strange these days. Many cultivators have been thrown into the wild one after another; six or seven cultivators died in this area a while ago."
Ye Puyi's eyes widened: "Really? ... Then who will bury their bones?"
Nanli: "The Wilderness has no habit of burying people."
Ye Fuyi: "…Why?"
Nanli didn't know why he patiently explained to Ye Buyi: "There are always low-minded ghosts and monsters who can't compete for food, and these dead bodies are their feast. You buried people. , they have to be painstakingly digging out, aren't you causing trouble to others."
Ye Puyi said nervously, "Then what should this fellow Taoist do... I can't leave him alone."
Nanli thought for a while and said, "I know that there is a freshwater lake in Tiger Leaping Stream, surrounded by mountains, waters, plants and trees, and the scenery is pleasant. If you believe me, come with me."
"There is a ghost king in Tiger Leaping Stream..."
"I am an acquaintance with that ghost king." Nanli said, "If I say something nice for you, he will definitely agree to your request."
"Liar." Ye Fuyi's dark eyes rolled, "...you lie, you are the ghost king."
This time, Nanli was stunned: "How do you know..."
As soon as he said that, Ye Fuyi turned pale in shock, carried the corpse and ran away.
Nanli understood, and with a dodge, Ye Puyi, who was about to escape like a bunny, slammed into him, almost squatting.
The corner of his mouth raised a little: "...Little Taoist priest, you dare to deceive me."
The sword in Ye Puyi's hand trembled like a candle in the wind, her eyes filled with tears: "Don't come here, you..."
Nanli laughed at him: "Has no one taught you to hold a sword?"
Ye Puyi shivered: "I'm an outer disciple, and my talent is not good..."
Nanli forced a smile: "Then what can you do in those immortal mountains of yours?"
Ye Puyi said with a crying voice: "... Sweep."
Nanli let out a sound.
He simply no longer concealed his identity, and opened the conditions openly and openly: "I will give you a place to live, and let this strange fellow Daoist settle down safely. But you must come with me."
Ye Fuyi instinctively refused: "No."
Nanli asked back: "Otherwise, where can you go? Go to your fellow Daoists who have died? Or are you kidnapped by some wild ghosts and tossed to death? In the wild, it is not easy to find a shelter, I think. You are in my eyes to accommodate you, and you don't know how to lift up."
Ye Puyi thinks about it and it makes sense: "...But, I agreed in advance that you absolutely cannot force me to kill fellow Daoist..."
Before he came in, he heard that the barbarian people were brutal and abnormal. These exiled prisoners were all imprisoned after being sanctioned by the Taoist sect. Enough amusing enough to kill again.
He was very afraid that Nanli had ulterior motives in bringing him back.
Nanli: "...Don't worry, your three-legged cat swordsmanship will only be killed by them."
Ye Fuyi thought about it again, and felt that this also made sense: "Hmm!"
Nanli's mood improved when he looked at his dazed expression: "... Silly Taoist priest."
Ye Puyi asked again: "...but what can I do for you like this?"
Nanli patted him on the head: "Sweep."
Nanli turned the confused Ye Puyi back to Tiger Leaping Stream, and accompany him to bury the unfamiliar fellow Taoist there by the scenic stream lake.
That night, Ye Fuyi cleaned up Nanli's room all night, and cried all night, and cried his eyes into little peaches.
... The flower path has never been swept away by customers, and the Peng gate is now opened for you.
Ye Puyi, who had suffered a big loss, did not want to deal with Nanli anymore, and shrank in the quilt and shivered.
Nanli stroked his wet hair: "Be good."
"You lied." Ye Puyi cried, "So you brought me back because you wanted it, you wanted to…"
Ye Puyi couldn't find a suitable word to describe the situation at the moment, her cheeks turned white with anger: "...You, you will be punished."
Nanli patted the bedside and laughed uncontrollably.
Ye Fuyi buried her flushed face in the quilt and said Nuonuo, "Liar."
Nanli lay on his back, pinched Ye Fuyi's chin, and made him look directly at himself: "I won't lie to you in the future, I'll treat you well, okay?"
Ye Piyi didn't believe it: "The hook."
Nanli asked: "...What is a pull hook?"
Ye Puyi taught him hand-in-hand, so soon, the little fingers of the two of them hooked up with their little fingers.
Ye Puyi himself blushed at such an ambiguous action, and wanted to pull his hand back, but Nanli held his hand tightly.
Nanli asked, "Come again?"
Ye Puyi jumped out of bed in fright and ran away, and was hugged back by Nanli mercilessly.
… Ye Puyi stayed in Tiger Leaping Stream.
He was only in charge of cleaning the ghost king Nanli's room, and once he cleaned it, he couldn't get out of bed for several days.
Nanli treated him very well and learned a lot from him.
Ye Fuyi was originally the son of a big merchant. He was weak since he was a child. His father listened to the words of a wandering Taoist priest and believed that only practicing Taoism could save his life, so his father traveled thousands of miles, carrying a lot of money, and sent Ye Fuyi to Entered one of the four famous gates in the world, Ying Tianchuan.
But Ye Fuyi stayed in Yingtianchuan from the age of five to seventeen. He didn't learn any decent methods, but his body became stronger because of cleaning every day.
The ghost pawns in Tiger Leaping Stream all know what the little Taoist priest in the navy blue robe and gilded shoulders brought back by the ghost king is doing. Be more prudent, respect Ye Puyi, and be more out of character. Call him princess.
Every time he heard someone call him like that, Ye Puyi's face was flushed red, and he ran away, running fast.
He would occasionally visit the Taoist friend he had never known before, and when he came back, he would carefully bring a bunch of flowers picked from the lake to Nanli: "For you."
Nanli took it: "Why?"
"Because..." The little Taoist blushed, "because I think it is suitable for our home."
Nanli smiled, noncommittal, took him into his arms and kissed his forehead.
So the little Taoist priest blushed again, and ran away to the courtyard to take a deep breath.
Nanli sometimes takes the little Taoist priests to the clear lake to swim in the water.
Nanli likes to throw some scattered treasures into the lake, and then ask Ye Buyi to jump into the water to find them.
Ye Buyi couldn't swim, but the lake was not deep, so he obediently went down and groped at the bottom of the lake holding his breath.
There is no special meaning to this kind of boring game. If there is a reason, it is because Nanli likes to see Ye Fuyi struggling to find his things.
Whenever he found something that Nanli had dropped, Ye Fuyi would proudly climb ashore with his little tail raised, and show off wetly: "Nanli, Nanli, look!"
At this time, Nanli would hold down Ye Fuyi, which was soaked all over his body, and use the sky as a shelter to cover the ground, and rudely and savagely asked him to make his little tail back.
From winter to spring, cold to summer, Ye Buyi has spent three years in the Tiger Leaping Stream before he knew it.
One day, he was holding Nanli's clothes that he washed with his own hands, and took advantage of the rare good weather to go to the courtyard to dry, but he heard a pair of ghosts talking.
They mentioned the "Princess" in their speech.
Ye Puyi thought they were talking about him at first, and was about to run away shyly when he heard one of the ghost slaves sigh: "If the princess and the princess are still alive..."
Another replied: "Yes, if they were still there, the king wouldn't give up on himself like this, hanging out with the same man all day long."
Ye Puyi walked away with the wet clothes in his arms.
He covered his mouth, for fear that he would let out a little bit of sound and disturb the two ghost slaves.
Has Nanli ever had a wife and child before? Why haven't I heard him talk about it
After Ye Fuyi dried the clothes elsewhere, she was very upset and didn't want to go back to the room, so she simply started wandering around aimlessly, chatting for comfort.
When passing by a magnificent stone palace, Ye Puyi stopped.
Nanli once gave him a half-joking order on the bed, that he could go anywhere in the Tiger Leaping Stream, only the stone palace on the east side could not enter.
At that time, Ye Puyi asked curiously, "What will happen if I go in?"
Nanli smiled: "Then I'll gouge your eyeballs."
In that charming atmosphere, Ye Fuyi only thought he was joking, but now he looked at the palace in front of him, and there was a chill in his heart.
He carefully pushed away the dusty palace.
An hour later, he walked out of the temple with a pale face.
The hall was filled to the brim with numerous items, all of which belonged to Nanli's wife during her lifetime.
She was a woman, a woman who could give birth to a child in her womb.
…and he was a man.
She is a childhood sweetheart with Nanli, a ghost.
…and he was alone.
She loves to laugh. Ye Puyi suddenly felt that she could hear her crisp laughter through the mural painting her smiling face that filled one wall.
…and he was so crying.
Her biography stated that she was a woman on a par with Nanli in terms of spiritual power.
… And he is a waste who has not cultivated any way after cultivating for twelve years.
The only thing Ye Puyi could compare with that woman was his eyes.
The outlines of the eyes of the two are so similar that when Ye Puyi faced the huge mural, he felt as if he was being watched by himself in the mirror, and his whole body was cold.
After returning to the room, Ye Buyi was in a daze for a long time.
He somehow thought of the game of throwing things into the lake that Nanli always took him to play.
Nanli lost a very important person this time, and Ye Buyi wanted to get him back.
No one taught that silly little Taoist how to like someone, so he started to learn everything about the dead woman.
He imitated the woman to wear clothes dyed indigo blue with flower juice.
In order to learn needle embroidery, he pierced his hands full of holes.
He learned to smile without showing his teeth, looking generous and forgiving.
The change in Ye Fuyi was so obvious, it was impossible for Nanli to not see it.
But after Nanli discovered this, he became indifferent to Ye Fuyi, and he didn't often ask him to go to his room, and he seldom came to tease him as often as in the past.
Ye Fuyi became more and more panicked. He didn't know what he was doing wrong, so he practiced needlework more and more diligently, trying to find varieties from various plants that could knit soft fabrics.
One day, Nanli came to see him, and after only two words, he frowned: "Why did you back your hands?"
Ye Puyi panicked: "No, no, nothing."
Nanli no longer controlled his temper, and pulled out his hand to take a look, his face sank immediately.
Ye Fuyi's palms and backs were all swollen, covered with stings from poisonous plants, red and swollen, and the new ones were stacked on top of the old ones.
Ye Puyi was too panicked to look at Nanli: "I... I..."
After a while, he heard Nanli's disgusting evaluation: "It's disgusting."
Ye Puyi thought she heard it wrong, turned her eyes and looked at Nanli blankly.
Nanli got up in a very bad mood: "I'm leaving."
After Nanli left, Ye Buyi was so lost that he went to the backyard and rubbed his hands desperately with soap horns, trying to rub the red and swollen marks off his hands.
The saponins in the wild are made from animal fats and vegetable fats, and they are very rough. Under the intense friction that lasted for half an hour, Ye Fuyi's hands were itchy and painful.
He was in tears as he washed his hands.
… but he was self-defeating, washing his hands even more red and swollen.
Ye Puyi returned to the room in frustration, went back and forth a few times, made great determination, and took out the linen handkerchief he originally planned to give Nanli today from under the pillow, and quickly ran to Nanli's palace.
... He wants to make peace, he doesn't want Nanri to hate him.
But when approaching the palace, Ye Buyi could clearly hear the sound of smashing and smashing from inside, as well as the comforting voice of Zhu Dongfeng, the attendant of Nanli.
Ye Fuyi lost the courage to go in, and he was about to leave after lingering for two laps.
But just as he turned around, he clearly heard Nanli's voice in the hall: "...You know what? He actually wants to become Yunhua."
… "Yunhua" is the name of Princess Nanli.
Ye Fuyi stuck to the door erratically and listened carefully.
Zhu Dongfeng said: "The parrot learns the tongue and imitates the East, he is not worthy."
Nanli was very annoyed: "Who does he not learn from? Why does he follow Yunhua to learn? Does he think that I will like him? Is he a woman? I hate men who are so pretentious and imitate women!"
Ye Puyi opened his mouth, but found that he lost his strength and couldn't make a sound.
... He tried hard to become the person Nanli really loved and wanted to make Nanli happy, but Nanli made such a comment for him.
It's disgusting, disgusting.
Before Nanli could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Nanli's furious voice from inside: "To put it bluntly, he and Yunhua only have the same pair of eyes, and the rest are simply worlds apart. If he didn't have that Eyes, let him die in the wild, I won't care about him!"
Nan Li was really in a hurry.
When he found out that Ye Puyi started to learn the various behaviors of his deceased wife, he knew that Ye Puyi must have entered the palace that he did not allow him to enter.
Nanli hates people who rebel against him the most, not to mention Ye Fuyi who is the most obedient to him this time.
But he didn't want to admit that when he learned about it, he was very scared.
It's funny to say that the dignified ghost king would be afraid of a crappy little Taoist priest.
But Yunhua is Yunhua, Ye Fuyi is Ye Fuyi, he doesn't like Ye Fuyi to become anyone, and he doesn't want him to become Yunhua.
Driven by such emotions, he even speculated darkly whether Ye Puyi wanted to blackmail himself by imitation, implying that he already knew his secret
Was he waiting for himself to explain it to him
Was he secretly laughing at how restless he looked
Did he think he was really that important to him
Nanli was extremely disgusted with this feeling of being threatened, but after he lost his temper and slandered Ye Buyi just now, his mood not only did not change at all, on the contrary, it became even worse.
... It was indeed because of those eyes that he fell in love with Ye Fuyi.
But who will live three years inseparable from a human being because of a pair of similar eyes
After swallowing a glass of bitter wine, Nanli threw the silver wine glass to the ground.
He was so full of troubles that he didn't even notice that there was a little Taoist priest with insufficient spiritual power standing at the door for a long time.
It was Zhu Dongfeng who noticed the thin and short figure in the crack of the door.
He asked in surprise: "...Princess?"
Nanli suddenly raised his head.
The little Taoist priest at the door took two steps back, turned and ran.
Before he could think about how much he heard just now, Nanli's face changed greatly, he waved his sleeves, but he couldn't control his strength for a while, Ye Buyi was caught off guard by the wind, and fell heavily to the ground, even spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Nanli stood up, but the wine glass in his hand could not be grasped, and fell to the ground with a clang.
He even whispered in a panic, "... Ye Fuyi?"
Nanli loves to lie to Ye Piyi.
Sometimes he deliberately did bad things, tricking Ye Puyi into saying that he had thrown something into the lake, but in fact the thing was in his palm, watching Ye Puyi pouting his little butt and doing his best for himself, he would find it interesting.
Ye Puyi also complained that Nanli lied to him, and complained many times, but every time it seemed that he had suffered a great grievance, he cried and stared at him.
However, this time, there was no trace of sadness and grievance in Ye Puyi's tone.
Or maybe it was because he was really saying it this time.
"... Nanli, you are really a liar." Ye Puyi wiped the corners of her lips, slowly got up from the ground, and muttered, "... You have been lying to me all these years."