If the subscription ratio is lower than 70%, you can only see the update after 36 hours. Bixin~ The ghost crows of Ming Crow have always been good at spell formation, including the "snake mark" trick. "Snake seal" is further divided into golden ring snake seal and silver ring snake seal. The former light is light blue, and the body in the middle is scalding hot, and the meridians will suffer from the pain of fire; the silver ring snake seal is fire-colored, once it is hit, the whole body is like ice, and the blood is frozen.
Although Xu Xingzhi drove his spiritual power to suppress it when the curse was imprinted into his body, the ghost cultivator obviously did his best with this blow. suffering.
There is another feature of this method, which is very strange: once the curse imprint is formed and the target is locked, it must be penetrated into the body of the target. Even if Xu Xingzhi shot and killed the ghost repairer in time, the curse imprint would still land on Jiuzhideng. .
Only by taking this for him, could Jiuzhideng escape the catastrophe.
Jiuzhideng's throat was slightly choked, and he felt 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, his lips were faintly purple, "What are you taking off your clothes for? Give me your clothes. 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, as if he had realized 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?"
However, Xu Xingzhi was uncharacteristically, and it was rare to be so resolute: "Where does all this nonsense come from? Help me put on my clothes! Remember it all for me, no one is allowed to tell others about my injury, and it will be counted when it is exposed. It's gone!"
The sound of the altar bursting just now was shocking in this claustrophobic space. Just 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 against a slightly larger altar stone, crossed Erlang's legs and said, "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 subject: "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 ghost repair corpse, who had just shot and injured Xu Xingzhi, was dragged to the mountains.
The sky was already dark, and several vines crawled out from the depths of the wet jungle, wrapping around 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, and soon revealed his broken bones in the burning.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he was destroyed to the point where there were no bones left.
After the body died, a ray of light slowly rose from the vines.
That is the soul core that everyone has. After the body dies, 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, and he was still laughing and laughing on the way back.
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 water in the pool immediately turned milky white, the heat wave rolled, and the fragrance of medicine 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 hooks.
...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 have to sit outside until dawn and would not knock on the door of the temple.
… 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."
But his outer covering was still the robe stained with charred black and blood.
He knelt on the edge of the bed silently, pulled Xu Xingzhi's right hand, pillowed on it, and looked sideways at the sleeping Xu Xingzhi.
Meng Chongguang's eyes carefully lingered on his tight lips, full Adam's apple, and undulating chest, nervous, uneasy, panic, as if he was looking at a vase that might shatter at any time.
I don't know how long he watched this, he didn't seem to be convinced that Xu Xingzhi was still alive, his fingers slowly moved up Xu Xingzhi's body, rubbed off the thin coat that was covering him, and pointed his fingertips on his heart, feeling the feeling. A powerful heartbeat under the skin.
Boom boom, boom boom.
Meng Chongguang showed a satisfied and moved smile, and whispered: "Senior brother, you are back, go home..."
With the low voice, Meng Chongguang's breathing gradually became unstable.
There was blood in the corners of his eyes, and the pupils that were still clear were gradually dipped into scarlet, and the cinnabar traces at the end of his eyes and the center of his forehead faintly revealed a terrifying vermilion light.
His fingers also trembled violently, and his nails gradually elongated. Seeing that he was about to break Xu Xingzhi's heart and skin, Meng Zhongguang resisted it, quickly withdrew his hand, and pinched his wrist.
Five wounds that were deep to the bone were drawn on his wrist, and after seeing the blood, the blood in his eyes lightened slightly.
Xu Xingzhi's eyelids moved slightly, as if he felt something.
Meng Chongguang refused to stay here again, barely sealed his air, and forced the last shred of reason to remove his robe and put it on Xu Xingzhi before turning around and walking out.
The moment he walked out of the bamboo gate, Meng Chongguang almost bumped into someone.
Zhou Wang frowned and stretched out his hand to help: "Brother Meng?"
Meng Chongguang refused to let her help, and while breathing, he asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter with you?"
Zhou Wang was used to seeing Meng Chongguang's illness, and knew that if he was emotionally disturbed, he would definitely go wild, and he would not be able to solve it without drinking blood.
Fortunately, even when Meng Chongguang was in a frenzy, he kept the bottom line and never attacked them, so Zhou Wang was not afraid of him, and answered neatly: "This is the first time I have seen Senior Brother Xu, and I want to talk to him. ."
Meng Chongguang squeezed his heart that was beating wildly, and said, "Senior brother is still sleeping, you stay outside and wait until he wakes up."
Zhou Wang clenched his fists: "Yes."
Watching Meng Chongguang stumble out of the huge bronze gate of the tower, Zhou Wang turned his face back, whistled, pushed it casually, and went directly into the door.
Xu Xingzhi was awakened by the sound of the door being pushed, and when he turned over and sat up, the robe covering him also slipped off.
He was naturally cold, and he forgot to cover the quilt before going to bed. He didn't know why the front was open. After he slept, his hands and feet were already cold.
He shuddered, and before he had time to think about who covered the robe for him, he first embraced the warm robe in his arms to warm him up.
Zhou Wang asked, "Cold?"
"A little bit." Xu Xingzhi rubbed his palms and looked at Zhou Wang.
She had already removed the two giant knives, and was wearing a shoddy red robe, but she had dark lips and snow-skinned skin.
Noticing Xu Xingzhi's gaze, Zhou Wang smiled: "My uncle is right."
Xu Xingzhi: "???"
Zhou Wang folded his arms and said with a smile: "Meng Lang, surnamed Xu, is arrogant, and he has no moral character at all. He can't walk when he sees a woman."
Xu Xingzhi: "... What else did he say?"
Zhou Wang said, "He said that if you dare to be wicked towards me, I can gouge out your eyeballs."
… Xu Xingzhi was wronged.
Xu Xingzhi loves beauty, and he likes to look at girls who don't choose the height, fat or thin, but he almost never has the idea of playing, let alone a child as young as Zhou Wang.
Xu Xingzhi shrugged and said candidly: "Beauty is born in the world, it is a treasure, one glance at it and one glance at it less. The beauty of today and the beauty of tomorrow are not the same. It is a virtue and good deed that I see more, how can it be regarded as Meng Lang?"
Zhou Wang: "… "
Speechless, she saw Xu Xingzhi's left hand tied to the head of the bed, and her mind was finally balanced, revealing the schadenfreude that "you deserve to be locked".
Xu Xingzhi was not even angry, he held the fan in his left hand, and tapped her forehead familiarly: "Yes, this is like a child, with a straight face, old-fashioned and outrageous."
Zhou Wang was startled by his knock, and looked at him while covering his forehead.
She was following Zhou Beinan's orders and wanted to knock something out of Xu Xingzhi's mouth, but Xu Xingzhi took the lead in her words.
Xu Xingzhi asked her, "Your name is Zhou Wang? Is Zhou Beinan your uncle?"
Zhou Wang only found this person interesting, and became a little curious. She imitated the man's sitting posture, lifted one leg on the kang, and leaned against the carved wooden railing at the head of the bed: "Yes."
Xu Xingzhi estimated her age: "Did you come in with your uncle?"
Zhou Wang: "Almost. It's been thirteen years."
If he was in front of other people, Xu Xingzhi had to pay attention to his words and deeds, but he didn't have to be restrained by this girl.
After all, she had never seen herself before, and even if she heard Zhou Beinan talk about her, she probably only knew a little about her.
If it is possible, Xu Xingzhi might be able to ask some things about the Wilderness from her.
He asked, "Why are you imprisoned in the wild?"
Zhou Wang stared at Xu Xingzhi and raised his eyebrows slightly: "My uncles think I'm too young and won't talk to me in detail... Besides, how did we get in, don't you know about Senior Brother Xu?"
Xu Xingzhi: ... oh well.
Still a pretty smart girl, not easy to fool.
Talking to smart people naturally requires a different way. Xu Xingzhi opened the fan and gave himself a few blows: "I just didn't expect that they would not let the children go."
Zhou Wang raised the corner of his mouth, spread out his palm, and played with the callus mark in his palm: "I was not born when I entered the Wilderness. After my mother and uncle were exiled into the Wilderness, my uncle lost his life to protect my mother. If I hadn't met Uncle Lu, fixed my uncle's soul core in his talisman, and distributed the essence to him, my uncle's soul would have been scattered long ago."
Xu Xingzhi frowned slightly: "How did Zhou Beinan die?"
Zhou Wang replied, "He forgot."
Regarding this point, Xu Xingzhi is not surprised.
Ghost cultivators use corpses and ghosts as their main attack methods. As one of the ghost cultivators, Lu Yujiu obviously belongs to the latter, and ghosts can be roughly divided into bright ghosts and dark ghosts.