If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The cold pool is shrouded in mist.

Wuyan chose a place far away from the sword refining pool, sat cross-legged and meditated, exhaling spiritual energy.

Although the Heaven and Earth Great Forbidden has been opened, and there is no need to self-profess to cultivate, but the realm is there, but the spiritual energy and mana that can be used are not there.Without spirit stones to absorb, one can only rely on the slowly recovering mortal spirit energy to slowly fill the dantian.Fortunately, there is a small spiritual vein here, although it is exhausted, it is better than nothing.

When the consciousness is released, there will be bursts of needle-like stinging pains drilling into the sea of ​​consciousness.

He looked inside his own sea of ​​consciousness, and saw the villain curled up in a corner, his body riddled with holes, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was dying.It is easy to restore mana, but it is very difficult to restore the original soul injury.

"Simply, it's worth it." Wu Yan opened his eyes and smiled.

18 years ago in the Yaosheng Secret Territory, in order for Cheng Siqi to completely strip away the blood of the Yaozu and have another chance to rebuild, he used the Buddhist reincarnation secret technique, relying on the relics of the Buddhist cultivators who failed to cross the catastrophe, in exchange for Cheng Siqi of this life.This secret technique can't be used by non-Yuanying, and he used it forcibly. He was so traumatized that he had to follow Cheng Siqi to find an opportunity to reincarnate.

Cheng Siqi's soul fell in Zhaowen Temple, and the relics transformed into flesh and blood, making him a newborn baby.

Wuyan was worried, so he made a deal with the imprisoned ghost Hongyu, letting him take care of Cheng Siqi and grow up smoothly.And he himself entered the stomach of Mrs. Yan who came to offer incense in Zhaowen Temple.

"Is it true that mortals can't be killed?"

There was a bit of scorching heat from molten iron at the fingertips, and he looked thoughtfully at the cluster of black fire that was slowly burning.

In the end, that red jade gave him a chance to lure Siyuan on purpose, let him break through, and helped him kill Siyuan.Killing a mortal and restoring the status of a monk naturally requires karmic fire.However, the karmic fire brought about by the death of a mortal is nothing to Wu Yan who was once burned to the bone.

Maybe it's because there are too many lice and it doesn't itch?

Insatiably laughed at himself, checked his body and soul, restrained his mind, ignored his bloody left arm, and settled down to adjust his breath.

The bottom of the cliff was covered by clouds and mist, and the sun was not clear. Only the long swords around the sword refining pool exuded a faint and cold light, illuminating the world.

It was cold and silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the fire of karma was extinguished, Wu Yan opened his eyes, the sweat on his forehead condensed into spots of frost, making his face cold and sharp.He changed his clothes with a wave of his hand, hid his arm that had been burned to the bone in his sleeve, got up and walked to the edge of the sword refining pool.

The black rock near the Sword Refining Pool is dry and free of wet marks.

Wuyan's heart sank, could it be that Cheng Siqi hasn't come up until now?

Not able to think too much, he immediately stepped into the pool, brushed away the wandering clouds, and walked quickly towards the center of the sword refining pool.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, Wu Yan saw a curled up figure leaning against the black rock in the center, closely leaning against the body of Yan Ling condensed by the jade pendant.

"Master Yan, it's really cold..."

Cheng Siqi's lips were blue and white, and his lower body was covered with frost.

He held the Jiqing sword in one hand, and grabbed Yan Ling's hand in the other, holding it to his mouth, and breathed lightly, "Your hands are turning red from the cold... It's good to die, at least it's not cold anymore." He Speaking softly, there was a sudden pause, and he put one hand on Yan Ling's neck, leaning over to approach Yan Ling.

"I always feel like I knew you in my previous life. When I see you smile, I feel happy."

His voice was hoarse, and his tone was unstable and trembling from the cold.

Cheng Siqi rubbed the corners of Yanling's lips lightly with his lips, "Go to sleep. I'm going to continue practicing swordsmanship. If I'm done, I'll kill that villain for you and take revenge."

He paused, then rubbed Yan Ling's face again: "When you were alive, I didn't dare to do that. Tell me... do I consider myself a thief as my father?"

With that said, Cheng Siqi kissed the tip of Yan Ling's nose again, trembling all over, buried his face in Yan Ling's neck, and rubbed.

Suddenly, a burst of water broke the silence.

Cheng Siqi straightened up suddenly, with the horizontal sword in front of him, looking vigilantly in the direction of the sound of water.

Ripples spread out on the surface of the water, and the insatiable black robe fell into the water, sinking heavily, like a fallen black lotus.

He watched Cheng Siqi's actions, and the pain in his arm seemed to suddenly intensify countless times, so unbearable that his peaceful heart couldn't help but burst into violent irritability.

A sourness spread up the throat.

He approached slowly and whispered, "Do you like him that much?"

Cheng Siqi was shivering from the cold, and could hardly hold the sword, but his expression became more and more gloomy as Insatiable approached, "Yes. But what does it have to do with you?"

Insatiable stepped forward, folded Cheng Siqi's wrist, and hugged him in his arms, the spiritual energy suddenly flowed, sending a bubbling warm current.

He clasped Cheng Siqi's struggling waist, and said softly: "It's too cold, go to the shore to rest and practice again. Don't rush to practice swordsmanship, take a break every three hours, I'm on fire on the shore, you can eat..."

There was a pause, and Insatiable pinched his fingers together, and caught a small sharp ice pick.

Cheng Siqi's expression froze.

Insatiable crushed the ice pick, and said indifferently: "Don't interrupt me. In addition, your every move is covered by my spiritual consciousness. Before you are not strong enough, don't try to do it in vain. Otherwise, if I am not happy, I may die Destroy that corpse, and kill you by the way."

"Sword cultivators should go forward bravely, but they shouldn't be brave like a reckless man."

Wuyan said in a low voice, and was about to turn around and go back to the shore, but suddenly felt a pulling force.Looking down, it was Cheng Siqi who was still holding onto Yan Ling's hand tightly and did not let go.

Noticing the insatiable gaze, Cheng Siqi's expression changed, and he said in a low voice: "It's none of Yanling's business...it's not that I won't let go, it's...our hands are frozen together. If it gets warmer, I'll put it on." Break... hiss!"

Before he finished speaking, his lips were bitten hard.

"...you are crazy!"

Cheng Siqi was so angry that he stuck his neck and resisted pushing him.

His throat was stuck so painfully, but he was tireless but did not retreat, instead he pushed Cheng Siqi back on the black rock, grabbed the back of his neck, stared at those burning bright eyes, ignored Cheng Siqi's resistance, pressed down and bit deeply. kiss.

Lips rubbed together, a strong smell of blood flowed between the teeth, Cheng Siqi bit down hard, but was held down by a cold hand on both cheeks.

"You still want to bite?"

With a hoarse smile, Wuyan opened his mouth, and a hot feeling comparable to karmic fire burned from his heart to his throat, and blood kept gushing out.

The actions of breaking the precepts, the words of breaking the precepts, the actions of breaking the precepts, the pure and upright Buddhist way he chose at the beginning, and now he broke it with his own hands, the pain of backlash can only be eliminated by death.

He pursed his lips and swallowed a mouthful of the strong smell of blood.

Insatiably licked the wound on Cheng Siqi's lips, and kissed it again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The struggle beneath him was extremely violent, but as long as he released a little coercion, this resistance could be completely suppressed.Wuyan pinched Cheng Siqi's soft nape lightly, and pressed him towards her so that he could raise his face and kiss.

Wet and limp, blood dripped continuously from between the lips of the two who were tossing and biting, soaking through the skirts of their clothes.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Reluctantly moved away from those thin lips, the insatiable lips and tongue slid down the blood, stopped on Cheng Siqi's neck, and coughed violently, "I really like to kiss you..."

"roll!"

Cheng Siqi's chest kept rising and falling, but his limbs were imprisoned and he couldn't move.

He gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and spat it into the pool water.

It seemed that he had endured to the extreme, his eyes were red, almost bleeding.However, his blood-stained lips were as red as falling red peonies, but it made his brows and eyes vivid, stunning and seductive.

Smiling without hesitation, she looked at Cheng Siqi quietly for a moment with her scarlet eyes, raised her hand to wipe the blood from her mouth, pulled away his and Yan Ling's clasped hands, and carried him to the shore.

The fire that the fireball technique stimulated flickered and burned.

Wu Yan put Cheng Siqi on a black rock, took out a cassock from the storage bag, and wrapped it around Cheng Siqi.

Cheng Siqi was imprisoned by his coercion, and could only be manipulated by him like a puppet.

Gathering up the cassock, Wu Yan half-armed Cheng Siqi, fed him half a glass of water, looked at his appearance, and said with a smile: "If you have always been so obedient, then there are some things I will obey you, and it doesn't matter."

After finishing speaking, Wuyan saw Cheng Siqi raised his head, his dark and cold eyes coldly gouged him out: "Dream."

Insatiable hooked the corners of his lips, and forcefully pulled Cheng Siqi's two frozen feet, holding them inch by inch, warming them with spiritual energy.

In the end, without letting go, he stuffed his feet into his chest, half hugged him in his arms, covered Cheng Siqi's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Sleep for three hours, continue practicing sword."

The eyelashes in the palm trembled slightly, as if struggling in pain, but finally returned to silence.

The breath gradually became deeper and longer.

But no more carefree little purrs.

Insatiable hugged Cheng Siqi's arm tightly, all the originally dark pupils were covered in blood.

As if he didn't know it, he gently kissed the corners of Cheng Siqi's eyes that seemed to have wet spots with a smile, pressed the blood that kept gushing out of his mouth, and said softly: "He likes you very much, too."

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