If the subscription ratio is less than 70%, then you can only see the update after 36 hours. Bixin~ Jiuzhideng's throat is slightly choked, and he feels remorse: "Senior brother, I shouldn't be so careless..."
"What's the use of saying this now?" Xu Xingzhi gritted his teeth, grabbed Jiuzhideng's shoulders tightly, panting, and his lips were faintly purple, "What are you taking off your clothes for? Put your clothes on for me. good."
Meng Chongguang couldn't restrain his emotions, and a faint brilliance came from his palm: "Senior brother, you lie down here, I'll spell the spell for you..."
Xu Xingzhi grabbed half of his body and slapped Meng Chongguang's hand away with a slap: "Let Zhou Beinan know that I was injured because of this little scoundrel? I have to be laughed at by him for the rest of my life!"
Jiuzhideng's body trembled, and he seemed to realize something, biting his lips without saying a word.
Meng Chongguang clenched his teeth: "Don't you think about your own body at all, senior brother?"
Xu Xingzhi was uncharacteristically, and he was rarely so firm: "Where does all that nonsense come from? Help me put on my clothes! Remember it all for me, no one is allowed to tell others about my injury. It's gone!"
The sound of the altar bursting just now was shocking in this claustrophobic space. As soon as Xu Xingzhi fastened his belt, Zhou Beinan took a Danyang Peak disciple and flashed out of a passage: "... What was the sound just now?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned on the edge of a slightly larger altar stone and said with Erlang's legs crossed: "I forgot to take away the Gu worms of the ghost clan, I was shocked."
Zhou Beinan laughed: "Xu Xingzhi, you are not afraid of ghosts, why are you afraid of insects?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned back and said disdainfully, "If you, Zhou Dashao, were almost eaten by ants when you fainted from illness as a child, you might be more afraid than me."
Zhou Beinan didn't want to remind Xu Xingzhi of his childhood, so he coughed lightly, narrowed his smile a little, and changed the topic: "Why don't you look so good?"
Xu Xingzhi asked, "Don't you think it's cold here?"
Zhou Beinan said contemptuously, "You are so false."
Xu Xingzhi picked up a stone and smashed it at Zhou Beinan: "Fumbling. If you have time to fight with me, why don't you go and see if there are any fish that slip through the net."
After some searching, the group confirmed that none of these disturbing ghost cultivators were spared, and they were all killed. There were a total of thirty-seven corpses, which were sealed by Wen Xuechen with a few talismans, and they were burnt to let their souls be reincarnated cleanly.
… no one found a body missing.
In the deep valley of Baimajian.
The corpse of Gui Xiu, who had just shot and injured Xu Xingzhi, was dragged to the mountains.
It was already dark, and several vines crawled out from the depths of the wet jungle, entangling and tying the ghost repair body like a snake, and tying it into a zongzi.
Afterwards, fine white foam began to appear on the surface of the vines. The dead man, the ghost repairer, lost his skin at first, but soon revealed his broken bones in the burning.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he was destroyed so that not even bones remained.
After the body died, a ray of light slowly rose from the vines.
That is the soul core that everyone has. After death, if the soul is there, it can be reincarnated.
And a vine shot out like lightning, grabbing the soul core that had been flying into the air, and with a click, it was crushed to pieces.
Xu Xingzhi had deliberately concealed his injuries, so naturally no one could see the clues. On the way back, he was still laughing and laughing, and even Yuan Ruhui, who had always been attentive, could not notice the slightest abnormality.
Returning to Fengling Mountain, and returning to his master and uncle to report to his duties, Xu Xingzhi was so cold that he lost consciousness, but he was still conscious. Say hello.
As soon as the door was closed, Xu Xingzhi felt exhausted.
There is a hot spring pool behind his house, and Xu Xingyi walked slowly towards the pool while undressing. Along the way, he left a white robe that leaked to the ground, a horizontal belt, and a brocade shoe that kicked flying.
Walking to the edge of the pool, he shook his hands and poured out a few medicinal pills from a gourd hanging by the pool.
The pool water immediately turned milky white, the heat wave was rolling, and the medicinal fragrance was overwhelming.
Xu Xingzhi plunged his head into it, soaked in it, and let Yaoquan steam through his body.
However, probably due to the long delay in the treatment, when Xu Xingzhi climbed out after soaking in the spring for a full hour, his body was still cold, and the seams were cold and painful.
He cursed inwardly to the hell, knowing that his body would not get better for a while, so he simply wiped off the water stains on his body and walked out naked.
The hot medicine spring has been soaking for a long time, and Xu Xingzhi's head is a little dizzy, so after he returned to the room, he didn't notice that the clothes that he had thrown on the ground were all hung back on the clothes hook.
...until he saw that there was a big, well-behaved dumpling on his bed.
The man pulled his quilt and wrapped himself into a fluffy soft ball.
Xu Xingyi guessed who it was.
... After all, there are not many people who dare to enter the room and lift his bedding in the daytime.
He pulled the nightgown that was hanging on the shelf and wrapped himself up: "Heavy light?"
A beautiful, sweaty face emerged from the quilt.
His voice was soft and sweet, like a pound of maltose for three cents a pound sold on the street: "...Senior brother, I'll warm you up."
Xu Xingzhile made a sound, walked over and caught him out: "Who told you to go to my bed?"
"Senior brother's hands are so cold." Unexpectedly, Meng Chongguang didn't answer his words at all. He brought his hand to his lips and sighed, "I'll keep my brother warm."
Xu Xingzhi was stunned for a while, his face was a little hot, and he pulled his hand back: "...don't do this for me. Walk around, go back to your room and sleep."
Meng Chongguang said, "I'm not leaving."
Xu Xingzhi went to grab his arm: "Get up. If the uncle goes to the disciple's hall to round the room..."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Chongguang actually grabbed Xu Xingzhi's wrist, yanked it with force, and pressed him backwards, crushing Xu Xingzhi on the bed!
Xu Xingzhi didn't know where the strength came from that body that had always been weak and collapsed in the wind. Perhaps it was because he had just been cursed and his body was a little weak, he was suppressed to the point where he could not struggle, even if he freed his wrist from Meng Chongguang's hands.
Another slender and beautiful hand took advantage of the situation to cover Xu Xingzhi's eyes, blocking out the light of the candlelight in the room.
Xu Xingzhi tried his best, but he couldn't move.
Meng Chongguang's voice came from above steadily, as soft as ever, and he couldn't even tell that he was exerting force.
He made an unreasonable request: "From today onwards, I will move into my brother's room."
He said, "I want to watch my senior brother, and I can't let my senior brother get hurt again."
He added: "I used to think that my brother could do everything, but I was too slack. This time I didn't pay attention and hurt my brother. I promise that this kind of thing will never happen in the future."
Xu Xingzhi gradually stopped trying to break away from Meng Chongguang, and listened to his words.
Meng Chongguang muttered to himself for a while, but found that Xu Xingyi was motionless, and couldn't help panicking. He immediately climbed down from Xu Xingzhi's body and let go: "...Senior brother?"
Xu Xingzhi silently got up, moved his neck and shoulders, adjusted the already scattered nightgown above his waist, and stood up.
In a panic, Meng Chongguang walked to the side of the bed with his hands, feet and knees to pull his belt: "Senior brother, please take care of me..."
With a pull, Xu Xingzhi was almost stripped off by Meng Chongguang on the spot: "Hey, hey, let go."
Meng Chongguang said aggrievedly with a soft little nasal voice: "Senior brother..."
Xu Xingzhi sighed in the sky: "...Where do you think I'm going? I'll go to the disciple hall and carry your quilt over!"
Meng Chongguang's eyes lit up, he immediately let go of his hand obediently, and knelt down on the bed: "Really?"
"I live in such a spacious hall alone, and I'm really bored." Xu Xingzhi said, "If you move here, I have someone who can chat and relieve boredom."
Meng Chongguang was so excited that his cheeks were flushed, and he was about to go to the ground with bare feet: "Senior brother is sick, I'll move it."
Xu Xingzhi pushed him back to the quilt: "I'll go. There will always be an explanation from the uncle, you go and tell me, will the uncle let you come easily?"
After saying this, he tapped Meng Chongguang's forehead, "...Stay here and warm the bed for me."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Xingzhi felt that something was wrong, but for a while it was difficult to tell what went wrong.
... As if he didn't know why he agreed to Meng Chongguang's rude request in a confused way.
He only felt that after getting along with Meng Chongguang for so many years, it was not difficult to accept that he and Meng Chongguang were inseparable during the day and lived in the same place at night.
He quickly changed into his travel clothes, turned around after hitting the screen, and said while tying his belt, "Go to bed first, you don't have to wait for me."
Meng Chongguang sat in Xu Xingzhi's quilt, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, the moonlight outside the window is too bright, and Chongguang can't sleep."
Xu Xingzhi was helpless, raised his hand and formed a magic circle, and a thick fog immediately condensed outside the round window.
He seems to have made a cage out of this fog barrier, enclosing the moon in it, and softening the moonlight into a fluffy light.
"Is this okay?" Xu Xingzhi asked.
Meng Chongguang nodded lightly, pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, and muttered, "...the moonlight outside the Senior Brother's Hall is more beautiful than other places."
"Sweet mouth." Xu Xingzhi laughed at him.
When Xu Xingzhi was about to go out, Meng Chongguang told him, "Add two more clothes and go."
Xu Xingzhi said, "No need."
As soon as he opened the door, a gust of autumn wind blowing in front of him made Xu Xingzhi shiver. He only felt that the palms and soles of his feet were so cold that he had to close the door immediately. .
The door was carefully closed, but Xu Xingzhi didn't go to the disciple's hall immediately.
He walked around the drapery that wrapped around the main hall and led the corridor to the corridor, and walked a few more steps. Sure enough, he saw nine lanterns sitting tucked under the window, thin and indifferent.
There were dozens of bottles and jars in front of him, all of which seemed to be medicinal pills used to treat cold poison. He sat under the window outside his palace, the warm light from the room passed over his head, and the cold moonlight dragged his shadow long.
... He was in a rare daze, even ignorant of Xu Xingzhi's arrival.
As early as Xu Xingzhi was pressed on the bed by Meng Chongguang, he felt that there was a third person outside the hall.
Looking at Jiuzhideng's appearance, if he didn't come out to find him, he was afraid that he would sit outside until dawn and would not knock on the door of the palace.
… These two children are really worrying about one race against the other.
Xu Xingzhi tightened the tie on his chest and called out to him, "...Little lamp."
At first, these people obviously knew Xu Xingzhi, but he didn't know what the real Xu Xingzhi looked like and what image he looked like in front of this group of people.
Second, Xu Xingzhi was not clear about the grievances between Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi.
Logically speaking, Meng Chongguang killed his master and indirectly caused Xu Xingzhi to be kicked out of Xianmen. Xu Xingzhi himself should have hated Meng Chongguang thoroughly.
What rescued Xu Xingzhi from the crisis in the cold field was a tassel spear.
When he was hesitating about how to answer, a Leng Rui Shuoguang suddenly swept past, and the point of the spear pointed straight at Xu Xingzhi's chest.
Xu Xingzhi raised his hands unconsciously and took a step back, and blurted out: "... Oh Huo."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted it a little.
When he was still Xu Ping, there would always be some unorthodox oral habits. If Xu Xingzhi himself is not a broken mouth character like him, he may have been exposed.
In a few flashes, Xu Xingzhi suddenly heard a crisp sound.
- The ghost spear was broken by the waist in front of Xu Xingzhi.
The tip of the spear pointed to the sky, the handle of the spear was cracked, and white stubble was exposed at the break.
Meng Chongguang's left hand was pinching at the crack of the gun body, and his eyes were fixed on the young man who was holding the gun to stab him for a moment, and his tone could not hear any special emotions: "... Zhou Beinan, step back."
The young man named Zhou Beinan held a broken gun in his hand and did not retreat.
The threat was useless, Meng Chongguang showed no mercy, he folded the tip of the broken spear, and threw it towards Zhou Beinan with his backhand.
Zhou Beinan dodged immediately, but he was literally scratched on the side of his neck, and blood suddenly gushed out.
... The ghost slaves manipulated by ghost cultivators can't hurt him at all with ordinary fairy weapons. Only the treasures held by ghost soldiers can hurt the ghost's body.
The tip of the spear sank into the big rock behind him, shattering the rock like tofu.
Meng Chongguang said in a deep voice, "...don't take this thing at senior brother."
Zhou Beinan showed no fear, turned his palm, turned the broken ghost gun handle over, lifted Xu Xingzhi's chin, and asked Meng Zhongguang, "This is really Xu Xingzhi? Do you believe it?"
He turned to the crowd again: "...Do you all believe?"
Seeing that no one responded, and the scene was a little cold, Xu Xingzhi raised his hand brazenly and said, "I believe it."
Zhou Beinan sneered: "You? You're not the awakened corpse of Jiuzhideng, are you?"
In the present world, Xu Xingzhi has read countless magazines, and he has seen records about "awakening the corpse" in a collection of phantoms.
"Awakening Corpse" is a monster transformed from a dead corpse. Its appearance, words and deeds are no different from ordinary people. It can even think, live and eat like a living person. Black and white are reversed, light and dark are indistinguishable, hot and cold are reversed, and they will act according to the command and control of their masters.
Zhou Beinan didn't say much nonsense, he withdrew the gun handle, and a group of ghost fire gathered in his left hand, hitting Xu Xingzhi in the face.
The light of the fire suddenly stopped only three inches away from Xu Xingzhi's eyes.
The ghost fire was awe-inspiring, not scorching, but the chill that went deep into the bones still caused a layer of frost on Xu Xingzhi's face.
In order to maintain the image of the original owner, Xu Xingzhi, which was almost destroyed by himself, Xu Xingzhi kept his eyes open and watched as a layer of frost and snow formed on his eyelashes.
With the burning of the ghost fire, Zhou Beinan's originally determined expression was shaken.
It stands to reason that the real awakening corpse will misjudge such a cold flame as a hot fire, so it is instinctive to fear and avoid it.
He stared at Xu Xingzhi in disbelief: "How is it possible? ... You didn't wake up the corpse?"
Xu Xingzhi was speechless.
With his hands behind his back, he stared at Zhou Beinan unpredictably but with a guilty conscience.
Zhou Beinan waved his hand, and the ghost fire turned into thousands of blue fireflies and dissipated.
But he still had doubts on his face, and said to Meng Chongguang: "...you take out his treasure, and I will fight with him, and then I will know whether he is real or fake."
Xu Xingzhi had to remind him: "I am a mortal now."
Zhou Beinan naturally didn't believe it: "You mean you were pulled out of your bones?"
Xu Xingzhi neither affirmed nor denied it.
Zhou Beinan sneered: "Impossible, as far as I know, none of the monks who have their roots removed can live."
Xu Xingzhi said, "That's as far as you know."
Zhou Beinan stopped talking nonsense with him and gestured to grab his arm.
Before Zhou Beinan met him, Meng Chongguang grabbed Xu Xingzhi's right wrist and grabbed it.
The strength was so great that Xu Xingzhi was almost staggered by him.
He blocked Xu Xingzhi behind him, and his voice was terrifyingly cold: "If he is an awakened corpse and dares to use his brother's face, I would have strangled him long ago when I met him."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
He stroked the back of his windy neck and thought, who taught this child, how impolite.
He kindly carried him home, but he actually wanted to strangle himself.
But thinking about the purpose of his trip, Xu Xingzhi shut up.
... Anyway, he is not a good bird, why should the crow laugh at the black pig.
Meng Zhongguang paused and continued: "Senior brother, he has indeed lost his mana. I tested it on the way here. The spiritual veins in his body have been stagnant for a long time, and there is no spiritual flow."
After that, he turned his face, and his voice instantly became soft: "...Senior brother, but this?"
If you don't have to play the big brother who has been tricked by him, if you don't know that the person in front of you is a murderous demon, and if you don't come to kill him, Xu Xingzhi will think that this child looks quite cute.
Xu Xingzhi resisted the urge to touch his head and turned his face away.
Meng Chongguang also felt his resistance, his eyes dimmed, and he was as lost as a puppy who didn't get a touch from his master.
Zhou Beinan seemed to believe it a bit, but he still had doubts: "Are you sure he wasn't pretending to be someone else?"
The bone girl can't stand it anymore: "Big Brother Zhou..."
Zhou Beinan thought for a moment and raised his brows, as if he had thought of an excellent verification method.
Xu Xingzhi noticed the change in his expression, so he cheered up and concentrated, ready to deal with his next problem.
Zhou Beinan said: "...You have given me dozens of nicknames since you were young. As long as you can name three, I will believe that you are Xu Xingzhi."