Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

Inside the Xuantian Sword Sect, Fusu and Xiuzhu walked into the main hall one after the other. Outside the door, the strong wind and heavy rain poured down from the sky. Then, the wooden door also creaked.

The two walked into the main hall, and the red curtain above the main hall was also flying with the wind. The cold wind mixed with rain was blown into the hall, and the coldness wrapped them tightly.

Xiuzhu stood in the hall, looking down at Fusu in front of him. His red clothes were wet from the rain, and his hair was also wet. The rain dripped from the tips of his hair to the ground, creating ripples.

A gust of cold wind blows, blowing up the red curtain next to Xiuzhu, the curtain flutters in front of his eyes, Fusu looming in front of him, only the sound of rushing wind can be heard next to his ears, the next moment, the flying curtain The person behind the tent suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, Xiu Zhu's heart tensed subconsciously, and the next second, a familiar breath came from behind.

Accompanied by the sharp sound of the wind, the man's hands gathered into spiritual energy, and without waiting for anyone to react, he ruthlessly attacked Xiu Zhu.

Following his movements, Xiu Zhu was thrown out fiercely, and smashed hard on the crimson pillar, the sound of the pillar being cracked could be faintly heard.

Xiu Zhu fell in front of the pillar and let out a muffled grunt, immediately a stream of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth slightly, and a large amount of blood flowed out along the side of his mouth.

Xiuzhu wiped the blood off his mouth, looked up at Fusu who looked down at him coldly, then stood up, and looked at Fusu.

Fusu's face looked a little pale, his red clothes were wet, and there was an undisguised murderous intent in his cold phoenix eyes.

He looked at Xiu Zhu, then raised his steps, and walked up to him step by step. He raised his head slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then pressed the jade fan against Xiu Zhu's neck, and said in a cold tone:

"You think I dare not kill you?"

Xiuzhu looked at him, his eyes were as calm as stagnant water, not disturbed by any waves, neither afraid nor despised, just like in the past ten years, he calmly took out the white handkerchief in his arms, and gently held his arms Su wiped off the rainwater on Su's face, again and again, with gentle movements. If one didn't look at the faint blood stains at the corner of his mouth and Fusu's murderous eyes, it would give people an illusion of harmony, beauty, and love.

Fusu snorted softly, and pressed the fan against his neck slightly, but Xiuzhu still didn't change his face. After he dried it off, he said earnestly: "When it's raining, remember to wipe it dry, otherwise you will get sick."

There was blood on the corner of Xiuzhu's mouth, and there was a trace of blood on his neck along the edge of the fan.

"Doesn't the lord know everything?"

Holding the handkerchief in his hand, Xiuzhu looked at the waves in Fusu's eyes and said in a deep voice.

But Fusu sneered, he stretched out his hand, and a red umbrella appeared in the palm of his hand, the umbrella was surrounded by a faint red halo, which was a mark belonging to Fusu.

Fusu threw the red umbrella at Xiuzhu's feet, but when the red umbrella was about to fall to the ground, the red umbrella suddenly opened slowly, spun around, and patted and hovered beside Fusu.

There was a thunderstorm outside the door, and the purple lightning illuminated the hall. The two stood facing each other, and the red umbrella was spinning, emitting a bright red light.

Fusu held the Yuxiao fan, and slowly moved it from his neck to his chest. He lightly touched Xiuzhu's heart, but when he exerted force on his hand, the Yuxiao fan passed through. his ribcage.Following his movements, Xiuzhu made an unbearable sound. From his chest, bright red blood flowed down the jade fan and rippled gently on the ground, followed by a steady stream of blood dripping fall to the ground.

Fusu raised his head and looked at Wei Jie, seeing his unchanging expression, his heart sank slowly, he pulled out his Yuxiao fan, and blood spurted out.

Fusu looked directly into Xiuzhu's eyes, then took a slight step back, and saw that Xiuzhu's body trembled slightly, almost invisible, and then, the blood on his chest suddenly stopped, and the blood hole on his chest It was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it took only a sip of tea to restore it to its original state.

Fusu stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood splashed on his face, looked at the blood on his fingertips, he sneered, and said: "Fusu is stupid, he didn't know that Taige existed."

Until now, Fusu finally knew what was wrong all along.

Why was Xiu Zhu able to accurately locate Xiang Jia and confirm his identity back then.In the past ten years, he has never asked about Fusu's inaction;

Why did Xiuzhu, who has always been in charge of all affairs in Zongli, lead him to investigate Junze Village and the corpse that appeared on Tanzhu Mountain for no reason.

Luo Shushan was brought by Qiu Gaojie's side since he was a child. How could such a person have such a powerful force, killing people and slaughtering villages, even Qiu Gaojie, the owner of Zhiting Island, was no match.He let him witness Luo Shushan's life, know all her love and hate, and then killed her with his own hands.

The illusory time and space he was in on the day of the altar was also guided by him with the sound of the flute. He created the illusion to disturb his mind, committed murder, and completed the thesis.

On that night ten years ago, he set fire to Xiangfu, but what he didn't know was that the moment he stepped out of the gate of Xiangfu, Xiuzhu appeared next to the corpses of Xiang Hongyi and his wife, and took away the Yuxiao fan. .

But now, he even planned to make Feng Jingrui, a powerful cultivator, die here.

Fusu suddenly laughed softly, and the sad laughter lingered in the hall.

Nan Gongzui asked him "Do you have a heart?"

Normally, he would laugh and say 'no', but at that moment, he opened his mouth, but remained silent, watching the two of them surrounded by lightning.

In this world, apart from Wei Jie, the last person he wants to hurt is Nangong Zui.

The two people he didn't want to hurt the most, one was bruised all over his body and lost all hope, and the other died because of him.

Does he have a heart?

He thought, probably not.

Xiuzhu looked at Fusu, walked forward slowly, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"All I have done is to hope that you can...live well, finish your thesis well, and then return to Taige, forget everything in this world, and that is where you belong."

Xiu Zhu put down his hands, looked down at Fu Su, his eyes were full of nostalgia that he himself hadn't noticed.

"Taige students choose a topic to enter the virtual world, and a system will be generated accordingly, which will appear next to the students with a random identity...to help the students complete the thesis...I know, you hesitate...you have nostalgia for this world ...you are afraid of the unknown..."

"...you are more vulnerable than you think"

"Qu Xiujie only knows that if a student fails to complete the thesis, they will be forcibly brought back to the present world, but forcibly pulling people into the space-time tunnel will cause immeasurable damage to the mental body...So, what you don't want to do...I will do it for you..."

"All the crimes and killings... I will do it..."

Xiuzhu said in a deep voice, the heavy rain outside the door became more and more violent, the door was blown by the wind and made a creaking sound, Xiuzhu's voice echoed in the empty hall, each word was very clear.

Fusu could only feel his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes were red, his throat was burning like a pain, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the cold spread from the bottom of his heart, enveloping him.

because he hesitated...

He waved away Xiuzhu's hand, took a deep look at him, then turned around and walked into the rain, disappearing from sight.

Xiuzhu stood on the spot, his outstretched hand was placed stiffly in mid-air, and he retracted it after a while, and he squeezed his hand tightly into his sleeve.

Did you feel nostalgic?

He is just a touch of data, without sadness or joy, before Fusu was born, all he did was stay on Tanzhu Mountain, watching the fog that lingers all year round, he would kill the hand that broke into the mountain, Tanzhu Mountain , exists only for the existence of that person.

Until one day, in Xiangfu, Kyoto, on a cold winter day, that person was born in this world and brought color to his world.

He sits at the gate of the mountain every day, looking at the road ahead, feeling the emotions belonging to Fusu coming from his chest.

sad joy

Everything he has comes from one person.

He stayed alone for a long time, without knowing the year, until one day, he felt the call, so he walked down Tanzhu Mountain step by step, and started a journey with him...