Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

In the restaurant, the gentleman on the stage closed the folding fan, the sound of gongs and drums stopped, and a play ended like this.

Fusu and Su walked out of the restaurant slowly, looking at the sparse crowd on the street.

At this time, it was getting late and the sun was setting. There were only a few hawkers who were still setting up stalls on the streets of Nuo Da.

The two walked side by side to Tanzhu Mountain with hands behind their hands. Nangong Zui was lively and active. Although there were not many people, he was very excited and went to every stall.

After such a delay, it was already dark when the two of them walked to the bottom of Tanzhu Mountain. It was different from the quietness and warmth in the market. Tanzhu Mountain seemed to be quiet and strange, and the occasional barking of wild animals was even more nerve-wracking. a tight.

The two had long been used to talking about the environment in Zhushan, and they had no other thoughts as they walked slowly along the way.

Tanzhu Mountain at night is very humid, and the lush trees block the view, and the moonlight cast from the top of the trees is even more bleak.

Nangong Zui walked in front, carrying a lot of oilcloth paper bags, big and small, with a smile on his little face.

"what!"

Fusu was walking behind, when Nangong Zui's exclamation suddenly came from ahead, he followed the sound suspiciously.

I saw Nangong Zui fell to the ground, and the things in his hands were scattered everywhere.

Fu Su walked up to Nangong Zui and squatted down, Nangong Zui thought he was going to pull him and stretched out his hand, but Fu Su looked at him with a smile, not thinking of pulling him at all, Nangong Zui secretly thought that he would fall It was foolish to expect him to help him, so he stared at Fusu and stood up by himself.

Nangong Zui slapped the mud off his body, picked up the dropped things, but saw that Fusu was still squatting on the spot.

"Fusu, what are you doing? Go away!"

Fusu looked at him, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, bright and charming, Nangong Zui shook his head secretly, thinking that beauty is harmful to others, then squatted on the ground and looked at the place Fusu pointed at go.

In the darkness, there was a faint foot in a clump of weeds.

Nangong Zui stared with one eye swollen, it was this person who tripped him up.

At this moment, an unbearable groan suddenly came from the weeds.

Fusu stepped forward and lifted the weeds, only to see a man lying inside.

The man's body and face were covered with blood and mud, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he was about forty years old, with more air intake and less air output, he was already dying.

Nangong Zui also stepped forward, glanced at the situation casually, and said: "It's hopeless, at most it takes a cup of tea."

The man also heard the voices of the two, and opened his heavy eyes with difficulty, looking at the two with expectations.

Fu Su looked at the attire of a cultivator in front of him, and thought that in most stories, there will be a person who is about to die, and then usually this person will give all his belongings to the person who finds him selflessly.

With such thoughts in mind, Fusu looked at the man with a smile on his face, and they looked at each other.

Nangong Zui doesn't have much interest in men, they are all people who are going to die, so don't care what he does.He packed his things and was about to leave.But he saw Fusu squatting in front of the man with a happy face, looking at him.

Forehead..

Nangong Zui secretly raised his forehead, didn't you see that he was about to die? If you want to be happy, don't do it in front of him, it hurts so much.

The man didn't know the rich inner activities of the two of them. He saw that the two people in front of him were dressed in gorgeous clothes, had extraordinary temperament and were both cultivators of immortality.

The man struggled to take out a jade pendant from his bosom, and held it slightly tremblingly in front of Fusu.

Fusu happily took the jade pendant from his hand and inquired curiously. The shape of this piece of jade was round, as if the whole piece of jade was soaked in water, moist and shiny. , faintly emitting a faint aura, it is the best spiritual jade.

Nangong Zui saw that Yu also looked over, looking at the jadeite jade Pei Weiwei in front of him, frowning.

The two were fascinated by the sight, when they suddenly heard a painful groan from the man, Fu Su looked up, and saw a smear of blood dripping from the corner of the man's mouth, his eyes were blurred, obviously he was dying.

The man had already lost his strength and fell to the ground, his pale and cracked lips parted slightly: "Bone...Ya...save him..."

Before he finished speaking, he died, and his eyes opened straight, even though he was dead, there was no trace of hatred inside.

Fusu looked at the man's opened eyes, and tightened his hand holding Yupei.

"Fusu, did you understand what he said?"

Nangong Zui felt a little uncomfortable looking at the man's appearance. It was a great resentment, and he would never forget it even after death.

Fusu stood up, looking down at the man's body, his eyes no longer disturbed.

"Who knows, let's go."

After speaking, he raised his steps and walked forward. Nangong Zui stayed on the spot and looked at the man's expression. He felt a chill in his back, and he didn't think twice about catching up with Fusu quickly.

When the two came to the door of the Blood Demon Sect, they saw a man standing in front of the door with his hands behind his back, and looked towards them when they met their gazes.

The two walked in front of Xiuzhu, Nangong Zui smiled at him resentfully, and then hurried into the door.

Xiuzhu is half a head taller than Fusu, he looks at Fusu quietly.

Fusu smiled at him, and said in a tired voice, "Let's go."

Xiuzhu was startled when he heard the words, then nodded, and the two walked towards the cabinet step by step.

Xiuzhu was half a head taller than Fusu, he followed behind Fusu, his eyes followed Fusu closely.When his eyes fell on Fusu's hand, Xiu Zhu stopped slowly.

Hearing the sound, Fusu looked suspiciously, but saw Xiuzhu standing where he was and took out a handkerchief from his bosom.

Xiuzhu took Fusu's hand, seeing a trace of blood on his slender white hand, and frowned.He was tall and handsome, with a serious face on his handsome face, but very gentle and gently wiped the blood on his hands with a handkerchief.

Seeing the seriousness on his face, what a filthy thing Fangfo is, Fusu raised the corners of his mouth in a funny way:

"This is not mine"

Xiuzhu nodded, with shrewdness in his eyes, he wiped Fusu's fingers and put the handkerchief back into his pocket.

"Respect the master's cultivation as the highest, this is naturally not yours"

Feeling the warmth of the warm jade in his arms, he slowly slowed down his pace: "I plan to go down the mountain."

Fusu said suddenly, Xiu Zhu who followed closely behind was shocked, with a surprised look on his face.Seeing that Fusu was still walking straight forward, he thought for a while and said, "Master Zun's cultivation level is still shallow, so he will come out of the mountain rashly to fear an attack."

Fusu stopped walking when he heard this, and looked at him out of the corner of his eye: "Didn't you just say that the deity is noble?"

Xiuzhu ignored his words.I don't know what to think of, frowning, and it seems that I am not in a good mood.

"The subordinate dared to ask the Lord why he wanted to go down the mountain?"

Xiuzhu looked at Fusu with puzzlement in his eyes.

It has been a full ten years since Shura was bloodbathed that day. During the ten years, Fusu spent most of his time on Tanzhu Mountain. Occasionally, when he was bored, he went down the mountain for a walk. However, he never revealed that he wanted to go down the mountain. So he was really puzzled when he heard this.

Hearing this, Fusu's expression was slightly restrained, and there were puzzling emotions in his beautiful peach eyes. Under the moonlight, the bloodstains between his marks were more vivid and moving.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiu Zhu, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his smiling eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Because it's time."

Xiuzhu was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask more questions, but saw Fusu turn around and leave, but after a while, he saw only a smear of red.

Fu Su slowly walked back to the inner room, looking at the silence in the room, suddenly, a vague image appeared in his mind, including the kind smile of a woman, the doting reproach of a man, and the laughter of a child.

But after a while, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, leaving only the cold silence in the room.

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Early the next morning, Fusu was eating breakfast after putting on clothes, when Nangong's drunken and exaggerated voice suddenly came from the door.

"Fu Su! Fu Su!"

He pushed the door open with a swipe, and walked to the table familiarly and sat opposite Fusu, with a puffy baby face, looking very cute.

Fusu has long been accustomed to his fussing, and has not reacted at all, and has already chewed and ate food slowly.

Seeing Fusu ignoring him, Nangong Zui became even more annoyed, and whispered into Fusu's ear: "Fusu!!"

Fusu quickly covered his ears with one hand and continued to eat.

Seeing this, Nangong Zui lay down on the table in discouragement, his big eyes were full of grievances.

"Fusu, I've been tricked by the Great Demon Xiu."

Hearing this, Fu Su finally took a look at him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, but still didn't say anything.

Nangong Zui saw the contempt in his eyes, got up from the table, propped his face with both hands, and said resentfully: "You know, Xiuzhu's rhetoric is very powerful, don't look at him as a gentleman, It’s actually a stomach full of bad water.”

Seeing his aggrieved appearance, Fu Su laughed and said, "Yes, yes, he is the worst and you are the best."

Nangong Zui couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and raised his head in embarrassment: "Of course it is!"

The two chatted and laughed, and Nangong Zui suddenly said: "Xiu Hufa said you want to go down the mountain?"

Fusu was not at all surprised that Nangong Zui knew, and nodded to him.

Seeing this, Nangong Zui's big eyes flickered, and he said excitedly, "I'm going too!"

Fusu squeezed his cuff lightly, and said, "You can go if you want."

"Are you going to investigate the piece of jade yesterday?" Nangong Zui asked.

Fusu thought for a while, and said, "That's right, let's investigate about the poisonous corpse by the way."

Hearing this, Nangong Zui became even more excited. He had long wanted to study the so-called poison master's corpse.

Looking at the rumored ghost doctor in front of me, I laughed secretly. The play said that the ghost doctor can live to the death of human flesh and bones, and has a withdrawn and indifferent personality. Although he is a doctor, he does not take it as his duty to save the world, even if you die in front of him. He was slightly moved, so the world called him a ghost doctor, with mixed reviews.Who would have thought that the person in front of him was that famous ghost doctor.

"By the way, who is going with you?" Nangong Zui asked suddenly.

"It should be you and me"

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