Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night was getting deeper, and the insects croaked in the mountains.

Above the Xuanhu Peak is still brightly lit. After the disciples who had gone to the Nether Secret Realm returned, the injured disciples flooded into Xuanhu Peak for treatment. There were disciples wearing bandages coming and going in Xuanhu Peak, and the fragrance of medicine was permeated all day long.

In the Peak Master Hall on the top of the mountain, Feng Master Rong in a blue gown slowly paced, and a furnace of medicine was being fried in a small fire beside him.

Not long after, a man in black rushed in from the window.

The man in black knelt down on one knee in front of Peak Master Rong and said, "Peak Master, Young Master Rong has been arranged by his subordinates into an abandoned hut at the bottom of the mountain. However, the Dantian meridians of the Young Master have been damaged, and his limbs and internal organs are seriously injured. I was rescued by the peak owner in time, I'm afraid..."

Master Rong Feng said: "Wait. There are too many people staring at this seat. Since he has been expelled from the Heavenly Sect, taking him back at this moment will undoubtedly give people a handle. Since he has avoided the suspicion, he will avoid the suspicion to the end. Today, he cannot If there are actions, how can I explain to the suzerain? At least tomorrow, I will find an excuse to go down the mountain."

The black man said: "The subordinates have fed Young Master Rong Life Life Pill, and with a day's effort, Young Master Rong should be able to survive."

Master Rong Feng waved his hand to beckon him to go down, but suddenly stopped him, "Yes, what happened to his face?"

The black man said: "Young Master Rong has a wound on his left face, and the sword intent has entered his body again. After too long time, even if it can be removed, I am afraid it will not be able to recover."

Master Rong frowned and said, "Okay, you can go down."

The man in black retired.

It was time for the pot of medicine to be fried in a small fire, and Master Rong Feng squatted down, picked up the handle of the medicine pot, and poured it into a white porcelain bowl. The black soup medicine exudes a strong bitter taste, so he put sugar in it again.

Put a brick of brown sugar into it, stir patiently until it melts, the bitter medicine turns into a thick black syrup, and the temperature is no longer hot, so Master Rong Feng took the bowl of medicine and walked around the hall. In the corridor, I came to a hidden room in the depths.

Rong Qingjue raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Lady, here I am."

No one in the room responded. Rong Qingjue seemed to be used to it, and pushed the door open.

The windows and doors were covered with black gauze, there was no wind and no light, only red candles swaying on the table.

The strong medicinal smell rushes over, heavier than the outside.

Tears of the candle slipped from the body of the candle to the lamp.

Rong Qingjue brought the medicine to the bedside.

There was a very thin woman lying on the bed, her face and appearance were seven points similar, but she was more delicate and gentle, wearing only a white coat, her black hair hanging down like flowing clouds, her sharp chin, and her pale sickness.

Her right collarbone was pierced by a chain, and the other side of the chain was tied in the shadow of the bed.

Seeing Rong Qingjue, the woman's pale face was filled with surprise, she forced herself to sit up, her lips opened and she seemed to be saying something.

There is just no sound.

Rong Qingjue touched her cheek with pity, and passed the medicine bowl over.

"Drinking medicine, Atan."

Atan turned his head to his hand with attachment, then obediently took the medicine bowl over.

Rong Qingjue watched Gu Tan drank the medicine a little while holding the medicine bowl.

When he got married in the first year of marriage, Gu Tan was unwilling and would always say nasty words. Rong Qing never liked to listen, so he took medicine to make the other party unable to speak.

The medicine is violent, even if Rong Qingjue later regretted it, he detoxified the other party, but Gu Tan's voice had become extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

Rong Qingjue hates flaws.

It is better not to listen to a bad sound. He simply sealed the hole with a silver needle, and sealed her voice again.

"Atan, if you were good at the beginning, how good now."

Rong Qingjue held his heart in his hand, and the acacia gu in it was beating regularly.

"If you didn't insist on fleeing and were injured by the same light array, there should be more than a hundred years left between us... It's like now, you can only have fun in time, I don't know what I should do after you die."

After the Albizia Gu is planted, the child Gu relies on the mother Gu to regenerate, and it needs to merge once every three months, otherwise the child Gu will be agitated and go crazy, and torment the person in the middle Gu.

Rong Qingjue got up and blew out the candle.

The room was plunged into dim darkness, a little more smile on his lips, and he turned to return to the bed, but his back was suddenly chilled.

An extremely biting sword energy cut through the night of the windowsill and came straight from behind him!

The extremely powerful sword intent is unavoidable, far exceeding the limit of the mortal cultivator of the six realms-Rong Qingjue almost reacted in an instant, he is the Sect Master!

Why did the lord throw a sword against him?

Obviously he had been cautious enough that he didn't even go to the law enforcement hall, just because he was afraid that Rong Ran's killing of his colleagues would arouse the anger of the sovereign and burn him.

Atan still needs to refine the medicine day by day to survive, and he can't die anyway!

Thoughts are no more than lightning and flint for a moment.

But the suppression of the desperate cultivation base still made Rong Qing unable to move.

The terrible sword energy grazed his neck, and warm blood flowed down.

Rong Qingjue's legs were soft, and he trembled frantically, but he recovered in a cold sweat-he was not dead yet. Jun Qiyun avoided him with that sword.

The door was wide open, and the faint cold wind came in, blowing black gauze around the window.

"I never shoot a sword behind people."

"Turn around."

Jun Qiyun's cold voice came from behind, like a urging ghost.

Rong Qingjue's teeth trembled, and he dared not turn around at all. He said, "Sect Master, I don't know what I have done wrong, and actually caused you to do it yourself. If it is a child, it is indeed that I have not taught strictly, which has damaged the reputation of the Sect Master. I can sever the father-son relationship with him from now on, never teach him one step further into the sect, and ask the lord to forgive him."

Jun Qiyun said indifferently: "Twenty-seven years ago, what were you doing?"

"I..." Rong Qingjue's face was completely pale, he finally knew where Jun Qiyun's killing intent came from.

Rongran's useless waste was just exposed by some innocent means in the secret realm. How could this matter be leaked out?

But I could only bite the bullet and said: "Twenty-seven years ago, the Sect Master was in a coma from the Heavenly Tribulation. For the sake of the Sect Master's safety, I left the Sect Master's secret in Xuanhu Peak to heal the wounds."

Jun Qiyun said: "So, you haven't made a step out of Xuanhu Peak?"

Rong Qingjue: "...Yes."

"—Excellent." Qiyun Jundao.

"Rong Qingjue, do you dare to swear with Dao heart?"

Rong Qing absolutely dare not.

Jun Qiyun: "Turn around and draw the sword."

Rong Qingjue didn't even dare.

Jun Qiyun: "Don't dare to draw your sword at me, but dare to deceive me with lies?"

Rong Qingjue had a cold half body, knowing that it was useless to say anything now.

Jun Qiyun: "A cowardly person who is good at lying is not worthy of me to make a sword."

He raised his sleeves, six energies flew out of his hands, divided into six directions, forming a formation that would encircle Rong Qingjue's boundless killing intent, and the Taiqing Du'er Sword had been sheathed.

The boundless spiritual consciousness spread out, and the Xuanhufeng disciples could perceive a thought in the dark.

"From today, Rong Qingjue is no longer the peak master of Xuanhu Peak."

There was an uproar on the brightly lit Xuanhu Peak.

Countless Xuanhu Peak disciples looked up at the top of the peak at the same time. For them, only dark clouds cover the moon, the night is still silent, but the sky has changed.

Jun Qiyun has gone away.

Rong Qingjue was still trapped in the formation.

The realm of crossing the catastrophe and Xuanfan is too far away. It takes a while. Rong Qingjue already has 72 vigor in his body. The sword intent rages through the meridians, penetrates the dantian, and has been tried in the law enforcement hall for only half a day. The son usually ends up.

Rong Qingjue was dying on the ground.

He is going to die.

But he can't die yet. He still has Atan to take care of. The mother Gu host of the Albizia Gu dies, and the child parasitic Gu will die with it. He doesn't want Atan to die. He also has pills and magic weapons to extend his life.

Rong Qingjue raised his head and stretched out his hand at the person who didn't want to be far away.

"Atan..."

Gu Tan dragged a long chain and walked in front of him.

Rong Qingjue wanted to catch her, but only saw Gu Tan picking up the sword on the ground and slamming it into his palm.

His arm twitched with pain, and looked at the expression on Gu Tan's face in a daze.

There is no gentleness and attachment that I used to see, only the boundless hatred and indifference.

So many years have passed.

Gu Tan broke free again from the shackles of the Albizia Gu.

How could she still have the strength to break free from the shackles of the Albizia Gu?

The tip of the sword was pulled out with a calm and clear palm and hung over his body.

He opened his eyes in despair, "Atan, you can't..."

Another sword.

Inserted into Rong Qingjue's heart.

Albizia Gu stopped its rhythm.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

Moonlight four wilds.

Silence resumed on the top of Xuanhu Peak.

…

The moonlight gleamed into the peach forest.

There is heavy snow in the Yuntian Palace, only here, the four seasons are like spring.

Jun Qiyun was sitting under a peach tree, and Taiqing Du'er Sword was placed by him. He didn't know how long he had been sitting. Pink petals fell all over his clothes, and his white hair glowed silently under the moonlight.

Even though Rong Qingjue had already been taken care of, the breath surging in his body had not dissipated, causing the meridians to swell and pain, like a knife cut.

The ruthless state of mind was originally Pinghu, firmly surrounded by high walls, isolating all the mundane and mundane disturbances outside.

Now there is a gap.

The lake water of Pinghu gurgled out from the gap. If it is not resolved in time, the gap will only grow bigger and bigger. Eventually, like a **** of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant nest, the road foundation collapses.

Those who cultivate ruthless Tao should not be moved.

This is what the Master had repeatedly warned him before he entered the Tao.

He closed his eyes, his temples beating constantly.

The air currents surging in the meridians were still circling and colliding, showing his unstable state of mind. However, he had been practicing ruthless Tao for many years, but he couldn't calm his mind, and he didn't want to calm down.

He stubbornly sank into the fog of memory, and in the feeling of a headache, wielding the long sword in his mind, cutting through the fog and moving forward.

I don't know how long it took before a light finally appeared in front of him.

He came to a peach forest.

A young man was standing in the peach forest. The boy has an extremely beautiful face, like a bright sunset in the sky.

The other person looked back and smiled at him.

Peach blossoms in the sky are flying behind him.

The spirit of heaven and earth seemed to be poured on the young man. He looked at the mountains and rivers of the world and the vast avenue of heaven and earth, but he could not ignore the other party.

Jun Qiyun coughed, and blood suddenly came out of his lips.

He remembered.

-Twenty-seven years ago, after he was seriously injured in the catastrophe, what happened during the three years when he lost his memory.

The skirt was gradually stained red with blood.

Jun Qiyun collapsed his blue veins hand and slowly took out something from his arms.

It is a cloth bag wrapped in brocade.

Jun Qiyun opened the cloth bag, and there were thousands of pieces of broken jade in ink.

The moonlight shone into his empty and faint eyes, and his long silver eyelashes trembled suddenly.

He got up, half-kneeled on the ground, in the moonlight, slowly pieced together the broken jade piece by piece.