Blossoms

12.

Floating life, Qingfengtang.

Zixi watched Ah Jiu and a group of seniors teasing a puppy recently raised by Xun Yitang in the distance, and sat in the main hall to open a letter that Xu Changan gave to him.

The familiar font came into view, and he knew it was the master's font, so he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After all, it was Master who loved him very much when he was young, and also brought him up single-handedly.

Mo Zixi has no father or mother, only one master who treats him like his own son.

He could imagine Liu Changle writing this letter to himself alone at nowhere, probably before he made up his mind to kill him.

Under the dim candlelight, Liu Changle picked up the brush and slowly opened his head on the letter.

After only one beginning, he couldn't continue writing.

Zixi touched some wet marks on the letter, and remembered that Liu Changle was writing these with extreme grief, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Zixi." Chu Rui called him and walked slowly.

Zixi didn't respond to him, he felt blocked.

"What's wrong?" Chu Rui took the letter in his hand: "Why did you only start with one..."

Liu Changle only wrote one line.

——Zixi, I wish you all the best.

"Not good." Zixi hugged Chu Rui's waist and cried, buried her face in his arms, and said sullenly, "I miss Master a little bit."

Chu Rui looked at the thick letter for a while: "Zixi, this letter...you have to read it through the light."

The person in his arms slowly raised his head.

Chu Rui pulled him out of his arms, found a candle, and the two of them took the letter paper around it, and sure enough, densely packed characters appeared.

Zixi looked at Chu Rui in surprise: "Chu Ruirui, you are so amazing."

Chu Rui returned the letter to him, and went to get the rest to wrap around the candlelight.

——Zixi, I wish you all the best.

——Forgive me for such a selfish decision as a teacher. Now that you have received this letter, you may have known the truth, or you may have left Wangjun Mountain. In any case, I hope you are all well.

——Zihuan has been picked up by Tianyin. As a teacher, I don’t want him to go into the same situation as my teacher. I have no choice but to make such a selfish decision. Only the death of the previous person can stop all this. On you With the technique of soul-hunting, Tianyin may take advantage of you, so be careful.

——If the death of the teacher can't stop them from crossing the blood to pass on their skills, then you have to be careful with Zihuan. This can prove that the teacher is not dead, or puppetry can also control the life and death of the person in the body.

——I read in Tianyin's classics before that the reason why dementor is called dementor is because its soul is the target of the controller, and its body has strong recovery ability. As long as the controller is built, the dementor will not die.

——Of course, as a teacher, I don't know whether the puppet technique and the forbidden technique of crossing the blood can break the restriction of the soul-destroyer technique, but I don't know who is the controller of the soul-destroyer.

——As a teacher, I can only mention a few points, and neither Xiaoyao nor Tianyin can stay. Remember, as a teacher, I want you to stay in the floating life.

——Although no one in the world can solve the art of soul-hunting, you don’t have to worry, as long as you stay in Qingfengtang, one day he will find a way to cure you.

——Don't read.

——Liu Changle's last pen.

Zixi read the entire letter in a daze, but the last few pages might be deceptive, no matter how much she went around, she couldn't figure out the font.

His brain crashed, so he could only ask for help from the sidelines: "Chu Ruirui, take a look..."

Chu Rui took a step back: "No, this is written to you alone by your master."

"I don't understand." Zixi scratched her head, "It's so complicated."

Seeing his appearance was really troublesome, Chu Rui took the letter and read it carefully for a long time, after thinking for a moment, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he pulled Zixi up and walked into the room.

On the bookcase, Chu Rui found the thick Tianyin classic. Chu Rui quickly opened it. Zixi couldn't understand the densely packed words on it, but only the notes next to it.

But Chu Rui has studied Tianyin's fonts for so many years, and it seems effortless.

Finally, she turned to the page she was looking for, and Zixi watched as his fingers stroked the yellowed page. Although he couldn't understand the words on it, he still understood the heart drawn by the old man.

No, why did the old man draw a heart.

Zixi thought of the old man who traveled to modern times and changed his fate, and felt that the old man was unfathomable, so he clicked his tongue: "Chu Ruirui, are you optimistic?"

"As long as the controller is built, the dementor will not die." Chu Rui read a passage from the book and smiled.

Seeing his smile, Zixi felt hairy, but Chu Rui turned around and kissed him on the cheek.

She was hugged and kissed with a dazed face, Zixi was still dazed, she raised her hand and pushed his hand away, smiling and saying embarrassedly: "Chu Ruirui, the door is not closed."

He still remembered Ah Jiu's furious expression last time.

Chu Rui originally wanted to kiss him out of excitement, but when he heard him say this, he suddenly thought of the scene from the last time, blushed, and pinched his cheek with one hand: "What are you talking about..."

Saying so, a palm wind flew by, and the door closed again with a snap.

As soon as the door was closed, Zixi was pressed and kissed by him for a while, panting and teasing: "Chu Ruirui, it's not good to be promiscuous during the day..."

Then he was carried to bed.

After tossing and tossing the whole afternoon, Zi Xi finally came to his senses, Chu Rui had already taken care of him, carefully fed him dinner, and lied to the whole life that he was not feeling well.

Only she knew what she was doing, and Zixi couldn't help moaning while enjoying his massage.

Chu Rui pinched the flesh on his waist with a palm, and his face was gloomy: "Shut up."

Zixi pressed her mouth and gave him a wicked smile.

"Chu Ruirui, what you did was neither serious nor serious, so let's review myself." Zixi always thought that it was nothing for a martial arts practitioner, and he would be fine after a night of sleep.

However, Chu Rui is not an indulgent person, and he is always afraid that he will hurt if he is treated as a treasure. The number of times the two of them have done this can be counted on the fingers.

He had to tease him himself.

how do you know……

It's not that people don't indulge in sex at all, he has been tossing and tossing for a long time.

Sighing, Chu Rui held the ointment in one hand, and said sadly: "The last time will disappear..."

"Chu Ruirui, let's discuss it." Zixi only felt that the ointment was cool on her body, and said half-jokingly: "Someday you torment me like this again, and one day it will go bad."

"How to negotiate?"

"... Increase the number of times." Zixi smiled: "Too many times a day will damage it. You can check it every day. After a long time, you will become familiar with it and it will not be damaged."

Chu Rui's face gradually darkened as he listened, and he pinched his buttocks with his palm.

The two got bored for a while, before Chu Rui went to the Qingjin Hall to listen to the senior sister's account of some recent expenses.

Zixi sat at the table and looked at the book, scratching his head for a long time but couldn't understand the words on it. When Chu Rui came back, he was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep.

Today is really too tired.

But he just didn't give up and asked to understand.

Chu Rui thought he was asleep: "Why don't you cover yourself with the quilt?"

"I haven't slept yet, I'll wait for you." Zixi thought for a while, "Tell me what Master's letter really means."

"It's nothing, I just said some things that need to be paid attention to." Chu Rui got into the quilt slowly, and said: "I used to think...meeting me was the most unlucky thing in your life, you must have done it Nothing bad happened to meet me."

So in the end Mo Zixi was given a tragic life.

If it wasn't for him, maybe Mo Zixi wouldn't have such a fate.

Mo Zixi committed suicide to save herself.

Chu Rui used to live in such thoughts, and self-blame kept grabbing his heart, like being pressed under the water, unable to catch anything, feeling like suffocation.

Hearing his words, Zixi shook her head again and again.

Not at all.

"Meeting you is the best thing in my life." Zi Xi tugged at his long hair: "I like you the most."

"That's why I said... If you don't like me, maybe..."

"It's impossible." Zixi smiled: "Without you, Chu Rui, I might have died very early. I was hacked to death by my mother in the woods when I was five years old."

"Or... being stabbed in the center by my master's sword, because I don't have anyone with my heart and mind, so I can't make it back to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, and finally become Tianyin's next puppet."

"Without you, I can only be more miserable." Zi Xi's voice gradually quieted down: "Without you, I will still be that poor child who only knows how to kill or avoid being killed after I die."

Chu Rui cupped his cheeks and smiled softly: "Okay, there are no ifs."

"I just said that in the past, even if the forbidden technique on your body cannot be solved now, I will stop you in time. I am your antidote, and you don't need to worry about being afraid."

I am your antidote.

"You doctor..." Zixi smiled, and bit his finger: "Will you take this antidote?"

"No." Chu Rui smiled.

This antidote only eats you.

"Don't think about Chu Ruirui." Zixi yawned, turned over and pressed half on top of him: "I was stabbed by the Hundred Finger Demon Lord...the injury was so serious...but I still came to you... ...You see, I miss you so much that I can't die...In fact, we are destined to be together..."

"It was... a natural couple..."

Chu Rui patted his head, and whispered softly in his ear: "Okay, go to sleep."

Zixi couldn't help but fell into a deep sleep.

Fall into his tender country.

Chu Rui stroked his face slowly, looking at the darkness outside the window.

His thoughts drifted back to many years ago, he woke up covered in blood, the master looked at him coldly, saw that he woke up, and slapped him directly: "Unfilial son!"

"Your mother entrusted you to me and hoped that I would bring you up well, but now you are ruining your life for a man, do you think your master doesn't exist? You really are unfilial!"

He was kicked away by the master and looked up at him in horror.

"Zixi..."

He is still alive, how is he still alive?

"I sent my teacher to Southern Xinjiang to recuperate. You don't know where he is." The old man looked down at him condescendingly: "Do you know what you did?"

Chu Rui covered his chest: "Cross the blood... pass on the skills."

"Hmph." The old man turned his back: "Unfortunately, I failed, I saved you."

Failed……

Chu Rui blinked his dry eyes, he felt that he could no longer cry: "Master."

"Do you want to save him that much? I'll only ask you once." When the old man's voice came, Chu Rui only saw his back, felt that he had made some huge decision, and agreed.

The old man sighed.

"His soul is no longer here, and this body is only half-hanging. He may never come back. If he doesn't come back, one day this body will not be able to hold it..."

"Even so...do you still have to wait for him?"

What if you never come back?

"I want to save him." Chu Rui's words trembled, but he was extremely firm.

Even for this...what a price to pay.

Any price will do.

The breeze quietly blew in through the gap of the window, and the white mountain flowers that fell all over the ground outside Qingfengtang were swept up by the wind and fell again, flying all over the sky, like a rain of flowers.

I will wait for your return at the same place, and when the flowers on the horizon bloom, you will come back...

I told myself with a belief.

You will definitely be back.

Where a heart is drawn in the Tianyin classic on the table, Huaruo's ignorant Tianyin font is crooked, like a string of words written by someone holding her hand when she was young.

She wrote:

Love is better than everything, better than puppetry, better than soul-hunting, better than God control.

It is the most complex, yet most beautiful thing.

It is the best control technique in this world.

As long as the controller is built, the soul dementor will not die.

This is the only antidote to all forbidden techniques.

[End of Xiaoyao Chapter]

The author has something to say:

There is only one chapter left to end, I know you may dislike me, I have buried this thread for a long time, okay... the love here is not superficial, it is big love or small love, it can also be the love of parents for their children , friendship between friends, may be love between lovers.