no signs of spirituality

When Xie Lingzheng woke up again, it was dusk.

Hu Erzheng was sitting beside him, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand. When he saw Xie Lingzheng opened his eyes, he couldn't help being overjoyed: "You've woken up!"

"How long have I been asleep?" Xie Lingzheng asked, his voice so hoarse that it was hard to distinguish.

After lying on his stomach for a long time, his chest was tight and painful. He wanted to stand up, but there was another sharp pain in his back.

"It's been more than two hours—don't move around!" Hu Er said, "I gave you medicine for the wound on your back, and it finally stopped the bleeding. If you move around, it will be bad."

Xie Lingzheng nodded and gave him a polite smile: "Thank you."

"Would you like some soup?" Hu Er asked.

"I can't swallow anything." Xie Lingzheng shook his head, "Why don't you bring me some wine to moisten my throat."

"You are dying." Hu Er said helplessly, "That's right, the master asked someone to find the God of Diarrhea, and I'll apply it to you?" He took out a small black bottle, pulled it out cork.

Xie Lingzheng could only smell a stench, which was like the weeds in the latrine, he couldn't help frowning: "What is that?"

"It's a secret medicine made by the 'Five Old Laws'." Hu Erdao, with a rather smug look on his face, "Snake blood, scorpion shell, worm saliva, centipede centipede, and toad liver were smashed together, supplemented with Duanchang Powder, Wangqinglu, and the stems and leaves of the blood-drinking vine are boiled to treat your chronic ailments. There are even rumors that if you choose the "King of the Five Elders" as your medicine, you can gather your soul and reshape your flesh and blood. It really has the effect of healing the dead and living the bones."

He talked gaudyly, but Xie Lingzheng just twisted his nose and waved his hand: "Take it away, I'll take your wish, I just think this medicine smells very bad, so I don't need it."

Hu Er was dissatisfied, and shouted: "You are not going back to Yingtai Mountain again, what kind of fairy tales are you showing?" As soon as the words fell, he knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly added: "What I mean is, you don't have to worry about stinking Xiao. certain."

Xie Lingzheng didn't seem to care, just smiled lightly and said: "No matter how good the medicine is, it can't connect my veins, so why should I suffer from this stink. If you want to comfort me, secretly lift the pair of civet cats raised by Mr. Bohu Come out and let me play, and I will thank you."

Hu Erdao: "Xue Song and Bai Li are with Miss, right, I forgot to tell you, Miss is awake! It's the first time in my life that I called my father. You haven't seen Master like that. He's as happy as a seven or eight-year-old." Crazy kid."

As if infected by the joy in his words, Xie Lingzheng finally had a real smile in his eyes: "Well, I don't want to fight with crazy kids, why don't you turn into a fox and let me snore Hairy tail."

Hu Er said angrily: "I haven't turned into my original body for nearly a hundred years, how can I allow you to fuck me! I'm going to take care of the old lady, and I won't play rascals with you here." As he said that, he made a gesture to leave.

Xie Lingzheng smiled and said, "Go ahead, I don't need anyone to wait on me here, let me rest alone. Congratulate Mr. Bohu for me, and bring me a jug of good wine when you come back."

"I beg you not to drown in the wine vat!" Hu Er spoke harshly and stepped out of the room.

He closed the door, but his footsteps hesitated a bit compared to when he left the house.

A faint uneasiness welled up in his heart—he was used to seeing Peach Blossom Swordsmen being unrestrained, unrestrained, and unrestrained, but now he felt exhausted in every word and smile of this man, and he saw four words clearly in his eyes:

The end of the crossbow.

After Hu Er left, Xie Lingzheng fell into a coma for a long time, and when he woke up again, the moon was already in the sky.

He was much more awake than during the day, and when he saw a stinky black bottle stuffed in his hand, he knew that Hu Er had come again, and forced himself the intermittent ointment.

Xie Lingzheng stuffed the vial under the bed, sighed softly, knowing that he was unwilling to use the medicine, fear of the smell was fake, fear of Xiao Wuyin's disgust was real.

In a trance, suddenly, a gust of cold wind wrapped in a gloomy voice reached his ears: "The medicine that you sold yourself for glory, just throw it away, who will see it?"

Xie Lingzheng's eyes sharpened, he got up, leaned against the bed, and said coldly: "Become a spiritual weapon."

"It's hard for senior brother to remember me." The cold wind knocked open two doors, and a thin black figure stood upright at the door. It was only after turning into the room that he saw his appearance clearly. It was a young man in yellow shirt who looked to be in his thirties.

This person is Cheng Lingqi, the second-ranked disciple under the seat of Immortal Monarch of Yingtai Mountain. Although he is younger than Xie Lingzheng, he was a few years later than Xie Lingzheng when he cast his immortal body, so he looks a few years older than Xie Lingzheng.

"What are you doing here?" Xie Lingzheng turned his head, his eyes drooping, and he didn't give him half a look.

"Eldest brother, no, what should I call you now?" Cheng Lingqi raised one corner of his mouth, his face was flat, and his smile seemed to be moving, "The criminal Xie Lingzheng, what are you proud of now? The crime of killing the immortals has not yet repented, and even killed three disciples under the Law Enforcer's seat and fled to the mud, that's all, the old master is too lazy to pursue the dirty things of you, an abandoned disciple, but you dare to sell a fairy bone Yu Guijiang, what is the difference between this act and disobedience to the way of heaven and abandoning the school! You made a big mistake and did not repent, but instead conspired with the evil sycophants. You can be worthy of the teacher's ten years of teaching. The younger brother and younger sister you look forward to?"

"Who killed the person, you know better than me." Xie Lingzheng's voice was cold, "Three guards escorted me to the Shoujiang Slope that day, and a masked man attacked with a sword. He killed three people and pushed me into the mud. I can vaguely see that the left-handed sword is like Yingtai Mountain Kungfu, but it is so bad that it is a bit worse than the drunkard's Wuquan. I am afraid that some unscrupulous apprentice from the master's school has less than [-]% of Kungfu. The ability to put blame on others is self-taught."

Cheng Lingqi's face twitched violently, and then returned to normal, sneering: "I think it looks like a swordsmanship used by a traitor whose right hand has been crippled in a panic. Evidence, you submit a letter to the Law Enforcer, if there is no—”

He smiled sinisterly, paused for a moment, and heard a cry from outside the window, Fang continued: "Think about how to explain it to Master."

Xie Lingzheng's expression changed dramatically.

He was all too familiar with the sound of the crane.

Cheng Lingqi smiled triumphantly, stepped back two steps to the side, and let out the main entrance.

Through the open door, I saw a pair of white jade cloud brocade boots stepping into the courtyard, and the fairy under the moon stepped down from the white crane and walked towards the wing at a leisurely pace.

Xie Lingzheng reacted suddenly, rolled off the bed and fell to the ground, ignoring the severe pain in his hands and feet, knelt up straight, and moved towards the door on his knees.

Yingtai Xianjun's clothes are like frost, his complexion is like snow, and the wide cloud sleeves embroidered with dark lines move with the wind. His whole body is white and bright like the moonlight, his black hair is disturbing behind him, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows is as bright as pearls and jade, and as red as jade. blood.

Xie Lingzheng couldn't look away in a daze, but he was relieved when he saw that the longing master was holding a silver whisker with one hand, and the snow blade was not hanging from his waist—he just realized that he His whole body was still trembling, one was the unbearable pain, and the other was lingering fear.

Xiao Wuyin walked into the room, he took a deep breath, took two steps forward, bowed and kowtowed: "Master."

Xiao Wuyin turned slightly to avoid his bow.

Xie Lingzheng groaned, his throat was sore and bitter, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, so he bowed down again, changed his title, and shouted: "Xiao Xianjun."

Xiao Wuyin accepted it.

Cheng Lingqi also bowed and saluted beside him, not without purposely proclaiming: "Master."

Xiao Wuyin nodded lightly, motioning for him to excuse himself, with a cold voice: "Thanks for your hard work, Spirit Artifact."

Cheng Lingqi still performed all the rituals, and Fang stood by the side.

"Xie Lingzheng." Immortal Yingtai's gaze fell back to the man kneeling under his feet. He hadn't seen him for a few days. His former great disciple was pale and thin, and his breath was vain. Most of the inexhaustible anger disappeared.He frowned slightly, and then asked without taking a second look, "The Law Enforcement Master passed on a letter to me, saying that you killed the guards arbitrarily, fled privately in fear of crime, fell into the devil's way, and sold the fairy bones. What explanation do you have?"

"...Report to Xianjun." Xie Lingzheng woke up from the chaos, heard Xiao Wuyin's question, subconsciously raised his eyes to meet those eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lingzheng never killed innocent people, and even more As for the selfless escape, I hope that the emperor will clearly observe the matter of being surrendered to the platform."

Xiao Wuyin refused to comment, and then asked: "Then sell the fairy bones, do you admit it?"

Xie Lingzheng replied: "Yes. Lingzheng Suxi Bohugong is a man, and I heard that his beloved daughter has a stubborn disease, which cannot be cured without fairy bones. Lingzheng is a worthless person. With this fairy bone in his arms, he has dishonored the reputation of the fairy family for nothing, so he thought it would be better. Use it as a favor and as a friend."

He was dripping with cold sweat as he was talking, Peach Blossom Swordsman has no scruples by nature, he always does whatever he thinks, he never thought of trying to break up all these reasons, but since Xiao Wuyin asked a question, how could he dare not answer, he had no choice but to be serious, Tell the truth.

Xiao Wuyin was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly: "Are you resenting me?"

Xie Lingzheng trembled suddenly: "Disciple——Lingzheng dare not!"

"Xie Lingzheng." Xiao Wuyin said coldly, "If you are dissatisfied with my handling, you should tell me bluntly on Yingtai Mountain that day. It is a felony of treason against the Heavenly Court and helping the evildoers."

Xie Lingzheng's face turned pale as paper. He knew that Xiao Wuyin hated ghosts extremely, so he didn't make any excuses, he just asked: "Immortal Lord, Lingzheng dare not have any intention of offending. That Bo Lingyu is just a little boy , and received the Sword Sword Qi, even if he got the fairy bone, it would not last for a few more years, so that his father and daughter could share the family relationship. Lingzheng will not draw his sword against Xiandao anyway, please respect Master Haihan!"

He said that he wanted to bow down again, but felt his face turned cold, and saw Xiao Wuyin put his toe against his forehead, stopping him from kowtowing.

Immortal Yingtai forced him to stand up straight, and said slowly: "First you caused a catastrophe for a prostitute of the ghost clan, and you would rather not be my apprentice; The foundation you built has been completely destroyed. Xie Lingzheng, let me ask you, do you have any regrets for taking me as your teacher?"

"Why did Xianjun say that?" Xie Lingzheng turned pale with shock, "If Xianjun allows me to call him master again, I, I will die immediately without regret."

When he said this, his eyes turned red, Xiao Wuyin frowned slightly, leaned over slightly, pressed his fingertips against him to keep from crying, and wiped away the moisture on his eyelids with his thumb: "No cry."

Xie Lingzheng felt that the cool fingertips made his face hot, and he didn't know how to appeal to the heat rolling in his throat, so he could only swallow it, holding back his tears, and kept nodding.

"If you want to come back, you can do it." Xiao Wuyin looked at him fixedly, and softened his tone slightly, "Bo Hugong's status in the ghost clan is comparable to that of Chen Xiuxiang, you go and kill him, and you will pay for your merits. Then I will take you back to Mount Yingtai. At that time, you will still be my only direct disciple, and even if the law enforcement officials refuse to obey, I will protect your life."