Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

The cold moon hangs high, the bright moonlight pours down on the earth, the evening wind blows, the trees rustle softly, and the flowers and plants on both sides of the quiet and remote path are slowly covered with a thin layer of frost at an almost inaudible speed …

Inside the closed wooden door, there was only a dimly flickering candle in the dark room. The hanging red curtains swayed gently, and the dim candle was hidden above, and the dark red shrouded the room.

In front of the table, a lazy man in a red tulle dress sat on the cushion, with long and smooth black hair casually draped behind him, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, red lips and white teeth, with a romantic charm in his gestures and gestures.

Picking up the white jade cup, a pinch of mellow peach blossom wine, the beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly in joy, because of drinking too much wine, Bai Yu's face was slightly crimson, and the phoenix eyes were half opened.

After Fusu drank the wine, with a slight movement of his slender fingers, a small bag appeared in his hand, with a small animal embroidered on it with wings.

This bag is surprisingly an untangleable Imperial Spirit Bag.

The imperial spirit bag appeared in Fusu's hand, and suddenly struggled slightly, accompanied by the low roar of a wild beast in his ears.

Fusu casually threw the imperial spirit bag on the table, squinted his eyes and propped his chin, then stretched out a finger to poke the imperial spirit bag.

"Don't linger, don't linger, who are you not lingering... Bai Ze has a spirit, he can see the world... Heh... If you were left in Fan Mu Mountain back then, would things be different later on?"

Feeling Fusu's touch, Butang struggled more intensely to get out of the imperial spirit bag, Fusu didn't want to get entangled with it, so he withdrew his hand.

He poured another glass of peach blossom wine, took a sip, and felt a bit of coldness in the air, and slowly raised his lowered eyes.

coming…

There was only a gust of wind blowing, the closed door was suddenly blown open, the sound of 'creaking' echoed in the dim room, the candle flickered quickly, and then suddenly extinguished, leaving only a trace of green smoke slowly rising.

With the cold air coming from outside the door, a thin layer of frost slowly emerged from the edge of the door, and the swinging red curtain was suddenly frozen in the air.

From outside the door, there was a sound of footsteps, one step at a time, each step was accompanied by the hot heartbeat that enveloped Fusu. As the footsteps approached, the surrounding area was frozen, as if being in a glacier, cold Bitter and lonely.

Fusu was holding the wine glass, with a smile on his mouth, he drank the wine slowly, then squinted his eyes, and heard a soft and sweet voice

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"This wine is made from peach blossoms from Taohuaju in those days. It has a long-lasting aroma and is rich and fragrant. Would you like to try it?"

While talking, he filled the white jade cup, then raised his head leisurely, pursed his lips and smiled.

After straightening out the messy red clothes on his body, Fusu stood up, walked up to Wei Jie with a wine glass in his hand, and handed the wine to him

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"This wine was buried in the ground ten years ago, and now it's taken out. It tastes great. You used to think it was bitter, but now you should like it."

He looked at Wei Jie in a black robe and smiled.

Today's Weijie, wherever it reaches, is covered with ice and snow, and the whole body exudes a frightening coldness. The deep eyes are like a pool of stagnant water without waves, the lips are thin and lightly pursed, the outline is sharp and angular, and the figure is slender and tall but not rough. , like a lone wolf on Glacier Mountain, domineering, fierce and ruthless.

charming and dangerous

Wei Jie's gaze fell on Fusu's face, cold and emotionless, he slowly raised his hand to hold the hand holding the wine glass.

Fu Su was stunned, and from the place where the two held each other, it seemed as if it was being burned by fire, and the heat was continuously coming from it.

He moved his fingers a little stiffly, trying to pull his hand out with a little force, but before he could move, Wei Jie narrowed his eyes, and the two of them were holding each other.

A piece of frost suddenly rose on the hand, and the frost slowly filled the wine glass as if alive, freezing the wine inside, and then spread onto Fusu's hand along the adjacent skin, from the fingers all the way to the wrist, within a short while , the whole hand was covered with frost, the cold wrapped Fusu, he shuddered subconsciously, looked at the tightly clenched hand, he snorted softly, exerted a little force on his hand, and a red aura rose from the palm of his hand. After that, the red light slowly enveloped the wine glass, and the ice and snow had a faint tendency to melt.

Fusu looked at Wei Jie proudly, but after meeting Wei Jie's sight again, he froze in place.

Those eyes were red anyway, apart from boundless coldness, there was also a strong killing intent.

At the moment when Fusu lost his mind, Wei Jie exerted force on his hand, the cold breath wrapped in red light, but swallowed it in a flash, fierce and domineering.

Fusu quickly came to his senses, his phoenix eyes sank, and there was no trace of superfluous emotion, the two of them just like this, holding a wine glass together, different from the calm surface, where the aura intertwined with the fighters .

Wei Jie's aura was fierce and domineering, and he attacked Fusu with murderous intent.

As if it had been a long time, and it seemed that it was just a moment, the frost spreading from the palm of Fusu wrapped Fusu, and the continuous coldness wrapped him, his face gradually turned pale, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, his body is almost invisible trembled a bit.

That day he blocked the thunder for Feng Jingrui, and he hurt his foundation, and now the fight with Wei Jie is even more powerless, there is a burst of blood in his mouth, Fusu only feels a burning pain in his heart with.

Looking at Wei Jie's calm face, he suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that I am too kind to you. I should kill you that day...Only the dead can truly make people feel at ease in this world."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly laughed, as if he had discovered something funny, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile in a warm voice: "You said, if people of the righteous way find out, the pride in their hearts will be admired by thousands of people." Wei Xuanqi is actually a remnant of the blood clan, what will they think?"

"Feng Jingrui was famous in his first life, but he took in a blood apprentice. Do you think he will die with regret?"

As his words fell, the coldness in Wei Jie's eyes became even worse. He glanced at him, and with a sudden force on his hand, the overwhelming coldness rushed over his face. The wine glasses they were holding violently shook violently. The increase of ice and snow on the glass 'boom! ' exploded with a bang.

The wine glass shattered and fell on the ground. Before Fusu could react, a black shadow shook in front of his eyes. The next second, Wei Jie suddenly appeared in front of him. Fusu was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it. She grabbed his neck tightly.

Everything around seemed to be quiet, except for the rapid heartbeat, there was no movement at all.

The two stood facing each other, Fusu froze in mid-air with one hand, his clothes looked a little messy, but Wei Jie was still meticulous. He looked at Fusu indifferently with his calm eyes, and held tightly with his hand. his neck.

Fusu sneered, and said sullenly, "What? Are you getting angry from embarrassment?"

Looking at the smile on his face, Wei Jie felt that it was an eyesore, and he exerted a little force on his hand.

The man is always smiling.

No matter when and where, he is always smiling, whether he is happy or sad, he will use his smile to cover up all his emotions, even though he is very close but far away.

Such a smile, he would rather destroy it!

As the strength of Wei Jie's hands increased, Fusu's complexion became worse and worse, his lips turned white, and cold sweat slid down the corners of his forehead.

Seeing his painful appearance, Wei Jie faintly became agitated, he likes the appearance of this person suffering for him, he likes to see bloodstains from his pinch on his fair neck, likes to see him in pain but still smiling s eyes.

Desire slowly rose from his heart, and the strength in Wei Jie's hands became heavier.

"Ha ha..."

Fusu smiled in pain, in a daze, he thought, maybe it’s okay to die like this, or it’s okay to end like this, any papers, any guards, have nothing to do with him, he just wants to go back, go back Go to Taige, unload everything, and fall into a deep sleep.

"Master's name...you don't deserve to mention it."

Seeing the death in his eyes, Wei Jie's heart skipped a beat, he spoke sullenly, and then threw him on the table with force.

Fusu landed on the table, making a 'bang' sound, the table was crushed, the jug shattered, the fragments cut his wrist, the bright red blood slid down the wrist and fell on the frost, and then Merged with the frost and disappeared.

The moment the blood flowed out, Wei Jie's body trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly turned red.

From Fusu's scratched skin, delicious blood filled the tip of his nose, tempting him to tear him apart and lick him.

Fusu was smashed on the table, his body was in severe pain, a strong smell of blood came from his mouth, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, where Wei Jie couldn't see, Fusu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth clean .

You do not deserve

When the two first met, he seemed to have said the same thing, but in just a few months, it seemed like a lifetime away.

Looking at the bloody arm, Fusu smiled softly. He looked at Wei Jie and said, "What? Can't bear it?... Hehe... Yes, you said you like me."

Fu Su licked the blood on his wrist, and said quietly: "Do you know how disgusting I was when you said you liked me? Disgusting and ridiculous."

"I wanted to kill you, but you fell in love with me...hehe..."

Fusu stood up slowly, his phoenix eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, charming and charming, he said, "Do you like this face...or this body..."

On his wrist, the scar cut by the flagon was bloody, staining the whole hand red. The blood fell on the ground drop by drop, and then disappeared into the frost. As the blood continued to fall, Wei Jie's eyes The red color became more and more obvious.

But Fusu seemed to be invisible, he stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "Your love makes people sick..."

As his words fell, Butang suddenly flew out of the imperial spirit bag, and his huge body stood behind the sound of Wei Jie, roaring loudly.A long sword glowing with blue light suddenly appeared between the two of them. Feng Lingjian's sword body exuded a faint blue light, entwined with aura.Feng Lingjian trembled rapidly in mid-air, as if suppressing something, the tip of the sword with blue light pointed at Fusu.

"Do you know what Feng Jingrui said when he died... He hugged Nangong Zui and said that he loved him...Three thunderbolts hit him, nothing was left, no body could be found , can't find the soul...as if it never appeared before...disappeared without a trace."

While talking, he smiled and walked slowly towards Wei Jie.

"Nangong Zui asked me, do I have a heart?... Hehe... How can a person like me have a heart?"

Seeing the murderous intent in Wei Jie's eyes, Fu Su smiled, stood in front of the phoenix feather sword glowing blue, then stretched out his hand and lightly touched the blade, blood flowed from his white fingers in an instant.

As more and more blood flowed down, Wei Jie's eyes had turned the same color as Che Chuan, and he said slowly in a hoarse and cold voice, "I will kill you"

You said you would wait for me to kill you.

Now, I walked through the sea of ​​blood, stepped over the thorns, and stood in front of you, just to...

Kill you.

"kill me..."

Fusu repeated his words in a low voice, picked up his steps, and walked towards him slowly.

Following his movements, the sharp Feng Ling sword pierced into his chest.

Every time he took a step, he stabbed deeper and blood flowed horizontally.

"You asked me once, who am I..."

When Feng Lingjian was only a finger away from his heart, Fusu stopped. At this moment, his body was covered in blood, and there was a faint smile on his pale face.

"I've never been anyone...I'm just Fusu..."

"I killed the 150 members of the Xiang family, I killed Luo Shushan and Liao Junjie, Feng Jingrui and Nangong Zui were also designed and killed by me... Besides, there are many, many people who died because of me. ..A person like me...how could I be willing to die like this..."

Fusu's voice was extremely weak, if it wasn't for the deaf ears of a cultivator, Wei Jie wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

He whispered, and every time he said a word, he stepped forward a little, tears flowed down his pale face slowly, and dripped on the Feng Ling Sword.

"The blood race joins forces with me.. to set up formations all over the Holy Spirit Continent. After I die.. the formation will automatically take effect...I want people from the entire Holy Spirit Continent to be buried with me..."

After the words fell, Fusu slowly closed his eyes and leaned forward.

Wei Jie stood where he was, looking at his pale face, this man was good-looking since he was a child, even with his miserable appearance now, it is also so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed.In a daze, he seemed to see the ten years that the two stayed together again. They were holding hands and walking in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. He smiled and patted his head fondly;

Inside Peach Blossom, the sleepy man took him to the top of the tree and asked him if he wanted to drink;

In the blood, the man fell into his arms and told him to 'live';

When they met ten years later, every frown, smile, and word of that person were deeply imprinted in his heart.

Warm hugs, warm lips...

Now, all of this has disappeared before his eyes, the person who occupied his whole heart is slowly disappearing bit by bit, those smiling eyes will be closed forever, just as he expected, he will kill him.

However, he didn't seem to be as happy as he imagined.

Looking at Fusu's slowly closing eyes and the blood that was getting redder and redder, Wei Jie's breathing gradually became heavier.

He can't just die like this..

How could the sins all over his body be offset like this, the eternal pain he left behind...

How can you just let it go like this...

In just a moment, when the Fengling sword was about to pierce Fusu's heart, the Fengling sword suddenly disappeared in mid-air, blood flowed down the wound, Fusu lost all support, and his dying body was weak He fell forward and finally fell into that cold embrace.

Wei Jie hugged Fusu tightly, feeling the life he was losing, his hands were stained red with blood, he gently pressed against his ears, and whispered hoarsely: "Don't just think about dying like this..."

Fusu leaned in his arms, closed her eyes weakly, smelled his scent, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth into a weak smile.

The ending of the story is doomed from the moment I met you.

but I...

Sweet as sweet....

"All your sins need to be repaid slowly in future generations."

Wei Jie said slowly and indifferently.

He raised his hand and placed it on Fusu's back, with his five fingers slightly closed, a spiritual light emerged.

As Fusu's body trembled slightly, a golden pill slowly emerged from his drenched back and landed in Wei Jie's hand.

Wei Jie closed his hands, and with a slight force, the golden core burst violently, turning into a halo and disappearing in front of his eyes.

Fusu's body trembled for a while, and then lost a bit of strength.

Wei Jie's hand froze in mid-air, and then slowly attached to Fusu's sadness.

The strong smell of blood filled the tip of the nose, and the breathing of the person in his arms was so shallow that it was barely audible.

Wei Jie panicked for no reason, and his arms around him trembled uncontrollably.

He gently picked up the person, accompanied by the bright moonlight, walked away slowly through the wind and snow.

With his departure, the frozen red curtains in the room gradually returned to their original state, and the frost on the ground also slowly disappeared. Except for the broken desk, nothing changed.

In the darkness, the wooden door was slowly pushed away, Xiu Zhu walked into the room with lowered eyes, looking at the flickering candlelight, he raised his hand and gently touched his chest.

There, emotions that did not belong to him were aching.

The man once said:

"I just... it hurts here..."