After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

No wonder he was so guarded, it turned out he knew he had been bewitched.

Su Wan glanced at the wound left after he bit his lip earlier, the wound had congealed into a blood scab, which was particularly eye-catching on the bloodless lips.

Thinking of the phrase "You are wrong" he said, he suddenly understood that it was Gu who suppressed the cold poison for him. After putting down the bowl in his hand, he took out the wound medicine from his sleeve and handed it over: "You are no better than before. , Heal your injuries first."

Xu Qingyi's fan-shaped eyelashes trembled slightly, and he glanced at the medicine box in his hand from the corner of his eye, and turned his face away without answering.

Counting the tossing and tossing for the past few days, he was afraid that he was exhausted physically and mentally. Su Wan put the medicine aside, consciously left the back room, and left a sentence: "You should rest."

Spreading out the paintings piled on the red sandalwood carp dragon pattern cabinet again, the person in the scroll was smiling softly at him, he twirled the canvas with his fingers, thinking to himself: I don’t know when Lu Yao will find it Come here, if he can come, things will be easy.

The candle was still burning strangely, and it seemed that it would not be able to burn out no matter what.

The mahogany seat next to the bowl lotus is inlaid with gold chisel patterns and inlaid with copper glazed incense burner. Empty and fine smoke is emitted from the incense burner. The fragrance is slightly weak, seemingly absent.

The faint coughing sound from the back room seemed to be suppressed as much as possible for fear of disturbing others.

Su Wan, who was leaning on the outer couch, was less sleepy. He heard these coughs in his ears. He opened his dark eyes, got up and walked to the bed behind the bead curtain. Seeing the person on the couch hiding his face in the shadows, he bowed. Wrapped in a brocade quilt with her waist bent, she curled up into a ball, trembling.

"How to stimulate emotional thinking Gu?"

He asked by candlelight.

The person sleeping on the couch was silent for a while, then suddenly understood what he meant, gritted his teeth and said, "It has nothing to do with Gu."

It's all this time, what's the point of talking about face.

Su Wan glanced at the picture scroll on the cabinet, thinking about it: "Why don't I go to the red ghost and say that it misidentified the person in the painting, look at it..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by him: "Acting like this will only increase his suspicion."

"The so-called military strategy is dangerous. You and I are always trapped in this square inch. Why don't you give it a try and see if it is full of loopholes?" Su Wan narrowed her eyes sinisterly, like a cunning fox with malicious intentions, Considering Xu Qingyi's scruples, he said seriously, "You don't have to worry about Mo Qiuzhe's soul, I will take him back."

The person in the brocade quilt was silent for a long time, becoming a shadow engraved in the dark without light.

Not speaking is the default.

Su Wan thought of this, and when he was about to turn around and leave, the person in the dark said: "It's Yanghuo."

what?

He didn't respond for a while.

"It has nothing to do with Gu, it's Yanghuo."

Xu Qingyi's voice seemed exhausted, and he squeezed his whole body even tighter.

Yang fire?

Only then did Su Wan realize that he almost forgot about such things.

In order to help him before, he held him for a whole night, and it took a long time for the yang fire in his body to play a role.

No wonder Xu Qingyi always keeps silent when it comes to suppressing cold poison. Once the word "Yanghuo" is uttered, it has the meaning of crushing pride, but he didn't expect this person to put down his self-esteem and let him use Yanghuo to save him , I don't believe that he will bring back Mo Qiuzhe's remnant soul.

Su Wan closed her eyes and smiled lightly. In fact, no matter whether Xu Qingyi gave in or not, he was going to save him, but now he couldn't use his true energy to activate Yang Huo, so he took back his steps and sat down along the side of the bed: "I'm leaving Get closer."

The warmth didn't come very warmly, it was hard to match that night, it only drove away some of the cold. In the drowsy dream, what Xu Qingyi saw was mostly the dilapidated memories of his youth.

Regardless of whether it is a wood-type spiritual root or a water-type spiritual root, he will always try his best to catch up with that person, but unfortunately, his talent stops here. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how hard he tries, there is really no way to catch up with him.

Looking back at his life, it seems that he has never stopped. Even if he practiced too much and was backlashed by the cold air, causing his heart to freeze to death, the master would only say: "It's hard to compare with it."

How to meet his expectations?

He checked his heart every night and copied the Heart Sutra tens of thousands of times, but he still didn't understand the cause and effect.

For hundreds of years, he has been tensing his heartstrings, not daring to slack off, let alone the word "rest", and only trapped himself in the sentence "difficult to compare", mechanically repeating his days like years , Day and night in the cold mysterious ice pool and the stone room where they practiced, enduring the pain of the cold and poisoning their hearts alone, trying to live as they wanted.

It seemed that apart from chasing that man and guarding the Nanhua Road, he didn't know why he lived his life.

The chill in the dantian relentlessly surged upwards, flowing in all directions along the blood vessels, as if he was once again soaked in a pool made of thousand-year-old black ice, and his instinctive desire to survive made him want to climb out of the water, raise his head and hold his breath again. Seeing the master standing aside, his eyes were full of coldness and sternness, he shouted in a deep voice: "Unbearable suffering, it is difficult to become a master!"

These words exploded like thunder in the dark night above his head, splitting his internal organs to pieces, a sense of powerlessness flooded his whole body, his hand holding onto Chi Yan slowly loosened, he glanced at the people by the pool in bewilderment, and immediately hung down in resignation head, and let himself sink into the icy water.

When the body fell, the coldness pierced into the body like thousands of needles, piercing his body full of holes.

"Brother."

When he was distracted, the familiar voice pulled him back from the dark dream.

He was still lying in the cold brocade quilt, hiding in the shadow where others couldn't see his embarrassing appearance when the cold poison broke out.

"I probably know the suffering you have suffered these years."

Hearing the unhurried voice of the person beside the couch, Xu Qingyi's heart suddenly surged with hatred, and a layer of gloom covered his sickly pale face: This person said it easily, how could he know who caused his cold poison? ?

He was a nightmare that troubled him all his life, and made him want to die. Obviously this person has received all the favors and brilliance, but he still told him in a dignified manner that he had never experienced the pain himself, it was extremely hypocritical!

The smoldering fire lingered in his heart, dragging his internal organs, he coughed heavily, forcefully suppressed the surging pain, and said disgustedly: "How dare you say that?"

"People in this world are all different. Some people are destined to be amazing talents, and they can easily reach the top, but some people are hard to match even if they were born in a place of beauty. The more you want to pursue The more you fall in love with him, the more you will be buried by his shadow and stabbed by his sharpness. So you will doubt yourself and despise yourself.

You will think, why am I not as good as him?Is not trying hard enough?Or is he himself a dead tree?You don't know, in fact, every step you try to get closer to him is a process of self-erasure. "

His tone has always been calm, and it is difficult to hear the ups and downs.

"You keep killing your past self, and the cycle goes on and on. So much so that you can't tell who the last person who survived is."

He knocked on his heart word by word, like the beads scattered on the bead curtain that day, rolling back and forth in the ventricle of the heart.

Looking sideways, he realized that the person next to him had been lying on the side of the couch at some point, his eyes were closed, and the outline of his distinct profile was illuminated by the candlelight, faintly glowing.

"If you live in the eyes of others, then their eyes are like a cage, trapping you in it, and you will not be able to escape until death. Therefore, you should not be a shadow following in the footsteps of others, nor should you live for the expectations of others,

You should think about it, among those hundreds of selves that you have killed, which one is the real you?What kind of person do you want to be?What do you love about your life?And why did you come here... You will remember all of this. "

Under the soft candlelight, he turned his face slightly, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were dotted with a little fire that seemed to be extinguished, "Xu Qingyi, you have done a good job in being able to get to this day on your own."

Words were like sharp knives, poking a hole in his cold heart, so that the warm blood could flow out completely.

Since he was a child, he has heard too many words about "not to be inferior to others", "difficult to become a master", "not to be compared with it", and only this person would tell him, "You have done a good job ".

Pushed by countless people, he walked in the abyss, thin ice, and thorny thorns all the way. He went through hardships, life and death, and became the amazing and brilliant Hexuan Zhenjun in the Taoist world. Chen, but he didn't know that he was secretly tortured by the cold poison and almost died.

It's because he suffered a lot before and fell ill all over, so he will be hesitant, suspicious, and tempted in every possible way, and he will never be the kind of person who has stayed in the ice and snow for a long time, and will rush to see a spark.

It was the scorching sun in front of him that shone on him from time to time, turning him into a moth unknowingly. Even though he knew he would be burned to ashes, he was attracted uncontrollably.

He stared blankly at this man, and saw that his eyes fell intentionally or unintentionally on the picture scroll in the red sandalwood carp dragon pattern cabinet in the outer room, his face returned to his usual indifferent expression, and it seemed that he was about to disappear from his eye sockets the moment he got up.

Maybe it's because of the cold poison, or the Emotional Gu, something seems to be evacuated in the chest for a moment, and thousands of thoughts are entangled in my mind. After a fierce fight, the obsession of moths to the flame is finally left.

Want to be closer to him.

Weird thoughts sprouted, just like a flood, breaking through the defense line set up.

"cold."

He lowered his head, spread out the hand holding the brocade quilt, and then grasped the gold thread peony pattern on the sleeve of his wedding dress, and said very softly.

Just one word and one sentence coincided with what the plain-clothed boy in front of the stone wall said in his memory. Su Wan didn't think too much about it, thinking that he was eroded by the cold poison and was so cold that he was unconscious, so he stopped standing up and stretched out his hand. hugged him.

As soon as he approached, the warmth from his body covered every inch of his skin, penetrated into his frozen limbs, revived his sleeping perception, and gave this dying body a springtime.

At that moment, Xu Qingyi felt in a trance that he was the rescued crabapple in the temple, and suddenly understood why it "suddenly came like a spring breeze overnight".

It was he who owed him something first, and he just wanted back what he owed him.

Probably because of such a reason, he indulged himself to stretch out his hand, and slowly hugged the person around him tightly.

Smelling the elegant bamboo fragrance, he involuntarily moved his head closer to his neck, allowing himself to indulge in the warmth.

What Su Wan said was not a lie, he knew that Xu Qingyi could become what he is today, no doubt he had honed his life thousands of times, because he used to be like him, the only difference was that Xu Qingyi chose to compromise, he chose to destroyed.

The author says:

感谢在2022-06-1318:52:47-2022-06-1913:20:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: ice1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of ice; either black or white, implementing love and justice, passing 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!