That night.

Stargazing platform.

The sky is full of stars, and the courtyard is burning. A man in Tsing Yi fluttered in his clothes, holding a compass, overlooking the misty peaks of the Snow Mountain, waiting for someone to come. Suddenly, the bird fluttered a "wow", a ghostly figure had appeared behind him, and when the man turned back, he disappeared.

Bai Jue was intimidating herself with the charm charm, Ji Du smiled helplessly: "The leader of the church must take pleasure from his subordinates, but the subordinates sincerely help the leader."

"Less nonsense, let's accompany this seat for discussion."

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind had hit behind him, Ji Du turned back, and Yueyue Hook was approaching his eyes, and he could not pull out the long whip around his waist. He raised his arms, and the gold ring on his wrist continued to spin fiercely. It was worthy to be blocked, but the good clothes of Liu Yunqing Silk Brocade had been burnt by the hot air, and could not help but regret it. He even backed away dozens of steps, and yelled, "No more, the master, Ji poison Give up! "

"Huh, it's boring." Bai Yan closed his hand, still a little bit interested. He has just finished his work and has very itchy hands, but no one in the teaching is willing to accompany him to the end, which is really disappointing.

Ji Du yanked the scorched clothes and couldn't help crying or laughing. The little leader was just like a superficial one, quite childlike. In the end, it was raised as a pet ... no one restrained and scattered.

If Master is still alive, I don't know if he can get mad.

Bai Yan slowly walked to the stone trough between the courtyards, looking at the reflection of the night sky inside, and reached out a ripple on the surface of the water: "So, what do you occupy?"

"The leader is anxious, please take this."

Ji Du respectfully handed the compass to one hand, held Bai's other hand in one hand, and pressed it into the water. Immediately, the water was turbulent, and the copper fish on the compass spun on its own, pointing directly at a star reflected on the water. Bai Yan stared at it, but saw that star suddenly disappeared, it was a strange scarlet.

"It's weird, Xingzhao is so treacherous." Ji Du's face was embarrassing, and he stopped talking.

Bai Ye's face changed, and he was patient: "Stupid?"

Ji Du nodded: "The" Ming Concubine "who is suitable for the practitioner must be the one who intersects with the orbit of the practitioner's life, and the star that intersects with the leader is a phantom."

Then, Ji Du pointed at a faint blue star on the water.

Bai Yan bewildered: "What's the answer?"

"People who intersect with the leader of the destiny are already dead." Ji Duyi indicated.

"Are you referring to ... Wu Yanfu?" Bai Ai asked, word by word.

Wu Yanfu is a rotten sore in his heart that can't be easily exposed.

"Exactly."

Bai Ye's face became extremely ugly, and he squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "So if this seat wants to do great work, is it necessary to **** the old demon's body?"

Rao wanted to wash his shame and give back his teeth, and he couldn't do such a thing.

Ji Du was taken aback by his "outspoken".

What a splendid age of Wu Yan Fu, the "God Demon", despite the prestige of the first master in the Western Regions, there are still countless admirers. Even after Princess Loulan met her, she never missed him and sent someone to the mandala to look for him At the banquet, in Bai's mouth, he became an "old demon".

"Of course the leader does not have to be like this. The leader has heard of the art of divine **** and the concubine concubine? If the" concubine concubine "is dead and cannot be intersected, then this method can be used to find a different path. How to say in the Sutra. Master ’s body is buried in the colorless realm, so the soul is still there, and the leader can try to take one of them and make it into a concubine concubine, tied in a magic instrument for his cultivation. "

"Oh?" White frowned, doubting. Let him face Wu Yanfu's soul, he is one hundred thousand unwilling to dare. Wu Yanfu is his magic barrier, which is the biggest obstacle to his practice of Liuyutian. According to Ji Du, it is the other way around. Let his magic barrier help him to practice exercises?

Unbelievable.

However, it is interesting to tie Wu Yanfu's soul into the magic weapon.

Ha, he played him on the palm of his hand for so many years, Feng Shui took turns.

Ji Duan is good at checking words and seeing the truth, and he is very accurate in seeing his heart. He sees Bai Su's doubts, gets closer, and whispers softly: "If the leader does not dare, Ji Du is willing to do the work for the leader."

"Why should I believe you?" Bai Yan raised his eyes, turned his head, and drew a gold ring from Jidu's earlobe with one hand. Two thin red lips were close at hand, one by one, confusing and unspeakable, and for a moment, Ji Du, a romantic prodigal who had a leaf in his 10,000 flowers, could not help but feel lost.

Cold, the viper coiled on his arm was caught in his hand.

"Speaking of it, if you have n’t yet been a teacher, I will still call you a master. Wu Yanfu is dead, so do n’t you grieve or complain, why do you try to help me keep him safe?"

Ji Du calmed his throat, and his throat was dry: "Does his subordinate look like someone with a heavy heart?"

Bai Yan also laughed, and a pair of phoenixes were cold and charming: "Wolf heart dog lungs, feline heart."

Although cursing, it is like self-deprecating.

Ji Duan's face was worthy of shame, and he fell to the ground, his hands bewildering: "That's it, his subordinates have what they want."

"You are sincere. It is not like some hypocrisy, saying that those who are loyal to this place are farting." Bai Yan sneered and sat down on the stone rail. "Say, what are you asking for?"

Ji Du was not panic, took out a thing from his pocket.

At a glance, Bai Yan was shocked, and a complex and unspeakable taste came to his mind.

It is actually a trowel, and the body is made of white bone. The head of the handle is carved with a skull with a gargoyle face, a horn of a horn, a mouth with a dragon head, and a pair of sapphires inlaid in the eyes. The shape of the blade is like a gold-winged bird with wings spreading, and the edge of the blade is engraved with a row of small Sanskrit, glittering.

Bai Yan glanced at the yueyue hook around his waist, and this hook was a pair.

He recognizes it and has an inextricable bond with it.

This sword is the magic weapon held in the hands of the goddess of Vishnu's auspicious goddess in front of the temple door on the treasure map. It is not only a pair of hook knife held by Vishnu, but also the door of the temple. First, during the avalanche that year, he was taken out by a craftsman who escaped, along with the other two instruments.

Unexpectedly, the news was known to a group of mountain bandits. After the craftsman was forced to draw the treasure map, he was killed, and a hook and a hook were also taken away. The hook knife fell into the hands of an elder of the Futuo that year. But he did not know where he was in the fight. Later, the treasure map was obtained by the king of the night, his father, who in turn passed the treasure map to the wizard Wu Yanfu, and ordered him to find the temple in the picture. Wu Yanfu was ordered to follow up and found that the sword was hid in the hands of the Yueyin Palace, the cult of the Western Territory, and was named "Breaking Sun."

His father and king must not know how his son was treated as an apprentice by his good teacher--

In order to win the sun, Wu Yanfu disguised him as Yanji, and sent it to the Yueyin Palace to congratulate him on his 50th birthday. As a result, he learned the charm of the art for several years, and finally came in handy.

Looking back on the past, I just felt embarrassed.

He danced on the altar almost naked, and threw himself into the arms of the demon who was not male or female. He was almost insulted in public, holding a flower in his mouth and blowing pollen into the eyes of the other person.

Tears trembled in fear and trembling.

As soon as he turned back, the man just looked away, shaking the lupine fan in his hand casually, smirking with a smile, sitting there elegantly and lazily, talking and laughing with others, as if he was just a play.

When the master of Yueyin Pavilion poisoned him, he was captured by everyone, Wu Yanfu didn't look at him.

From that day on, he understood that he was to him, but he was nothing but a puppet.

Thrown in the dark water prison, wearing lute bones, tortured in all ways. His eyes were crying and blind, his throat was poisonous and dumb, and he was still thinking that Master would not leave him like that, Master would come to rescue him. He hoped, hoped, pinching a clay figure every day in the dungeon, hoping in this little witchcraft, hoping that Wu Yanfu could hear his desperate cry.

But waited for a long time, Wu Yanfu didn't come, but a killer in Yueyin Palace had mercy on him. The man betrayed Yueyin Palace for him and protected him from his birth, but he was killed in Wuyan. Floating hand.

He will never forget that day in his life.

Before he went into a coma, Wu Yanfu said what he had picked up from the man's temperatureless arm.

"Hey, how can you just follow someone else without listening to the teacher?"

The tone was so gentle, but cruel to the extreme, cold-blooded to the extreme.

In his eyes, everyone's life was ants, not to mention.

But the other person was the only one who really treated him in the past ten years.

He didn't even have the chance to see what the man looked like.

How to tell him not to hate?

...

"Leader?" Ji Du said softly when he saw his restlessness.

Bai Yan woke up like a dream at first, and stroked his forehead, which was already full of sweat.

He lowered his eyelids, his pupils were dark, and turned his handle to look carefully.

Under the moonlight, the blood-colored Sanskrit engraved on his body appeared faintly. As his wrists gathered and changed, a lacquer dark shadow was left where he passed, as if he could cut open the void and domineering. It is a rare weapon of the world. It can indeed match with the moon hook.

It is interesting that what Wu Yanfu asked for was in his hands.

Bai Yan caressed his body and raised his eyebrows: "This stab, the old devil spent a lot of time and did not get it. How could it fall into your hands? Why do n’t you give it to me? meaning?"

Ji Du smiled slightly: "It's true, the subordinates don't have any other skills, but they are very good at stealing. Some time ago, the leader must have heard about the chaos in the Moon Palace, and the subordinates took the opportunity to steal the sky and change the day. As for Why dedicate it to the leader, isn't the leader also aware of it? "Bai Yan's bad voice:" This seat hates playing mystery with others. "

Ji Du said: "It's for that treasure map."

Bai Yan hid his trowel into his cuff, and stood with his hands on his back: "The treasure map was burned by this seat, don't you know?"

The implication is, give up, of course, if something comes to me, I won't give it back to you.

Ji Du stared at him, only feeling that Bai Yan was holding the sword, and his expression of alertness resembled that of a greedy cat, who had benefited and refused to converge his claws. Whoever came up would have to scratch one of his claws. A seductive and beautiful fur made people want to grab it in their arms and knead it hard.

Is this why Master locked him?

"The subordinates have heard that the leader has the ability to never forget. Presumably, the leader has his own solution."

Bai Yi stunned in his heart.

Where did he hear it? He didn't even know Wu Yanfu's ability. Did Ji Du fail to listen to the dream?

"A few years ago, my subordinate went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion once and stumbled upon the leader. He was curious. When the leader left, he went to check, but found that all the sutras were intact. Later, there was another time. On the hill behind the snake house, the subordinate saw the leader of the Three Vaticans breaking through the six desires, and the three potentials were all-inclusive and extremely complicated, but the leader remembered the situation well. "

"Enough is enough." When referring to the snake house, Bai Yan felt shameful, but there was another person who watched his past with humiliation and stealth? Can't help but feel a little embarrassed and become secretly angry, "Are you threatening this seat?"

"Don't dare." Ji Du respectfully respected. "The subordinate asked for it, but it was only an opportunity to walk with the leader. Although the treasures in the temple are countless, the subordinates are suffering from ills. They only want a cup of milk spring water in the temple. The present situation of the leader is in fact ambush, and his subordinates are willing to be the leader of the leader. "

Bai Yan was silent.

Ji Du is so smart that he can't handle him. Since you dare to tell so frankly, you must be prepared to save the backhand and kill him at this time. I am afraid it is not appropriate. Once you remember the secret of the treasure map, it will become the target of public criticism. And if this person can really be his talons and eyes, it is indeed a powerful addition, and the relationship of interest maintenance is more credible than the so-called loyalty.

Ji Du also knew each other. He did not go any further and worshiped: "Godmaster, it's not too late. Ji Du still has important things to do. If necessary, the master sends the hawk to send a message. Ji Du has a request."

Bai Yan breathed a sigh of relief, waved his sleeves, and let him go.

Treating others and going away, he took the "Breaking Sun" out of his sleeve and waved it a few times, feeling a little bit more handy, then he pointedly, jumped lightly, and bounced back in a pipa style, graceful. Extremely, while the lower limbs twist, chop, slap, chop, cut, wipe, wipe the sword, and draw the fire in the void, comparable to the phoenix nirvana, it is the San Fan breaking the third trend, "Hell nineteen changes "!

It's not falling into hell, and the soul is crushed into powder, how can it be a magic.

Looking at the figure from a high place, he could not help but sighed, and shook a pure gold letter in the handshake.

Seeing that Bai Yan practiced to rise, he was not bothered, and when he was about to leave, he saw that his body was stagnant. Somehow, the whole man was planted from the stargazing platform like a broken kite.

A moment from the barrier-free, he flew up to catch the person, but before landing, Bai Yan pushed him away and plunged into the Fantian Lake under the stargazing platform.

After a while, he came to the shore with a wet body, his face was pale as paper, but he held the trowel tightly in his arms, for fear of being taken away. It's all right to laugh and cry from the barrier-free.

Before approaching, Bai Ai suddenly crooked her body and kneeled down.

After a few coughs, he took a sip of blood.

"Teacher? How are you?" Li bent down and held him.

"Ha, don't get in the way, every time you spit out blood, this skill will improve one point!" Bai Yan smiled, wiped off the blood on his lips, and utterly utterly lost face. When I got the sword, I was so proud that I forgot to remember that the "Nineteen Hell Changes" in the book must be cultivated to the highest level of Liuyutian to practice.

He was n’t blood poisoned, and his internal skills were n’t home, so he almost went into trouble.

As soon as he stood up, he was spinning around, and the whole person leaned forward unconsciously.

Li Barrier leaned over and hugged him. Unexpectedly, Bai Zhi pressed his fingers with his claws on his heavenly spirit cover. He stiffened from Barrier Barrier and touched his hot body, still hugging him horizontally.

"You are so brave." Bai Yan was weak, his voice was like a meow.

The roots of the barrier-free ears softened, performed light work, and leaped forward.

As he hugged a person across the colorless forest, the snowflakes were falling. He couldn't help thinking of the winter that year, when he was ordered to capture the fleeing Bai Hu, he also held him back, and he wept softly in his arms.

I don't want to see Master anymore, brother, will you let me go?

Please.

Why didn't he agree then?

If Bai Ye really left then, maybe it won't evolve into the situation today.

His respected teacher died, and his beloved little teacher became a man who even feared him.

The mistake was that he never expected that Bai Ye's hatred was buried so deep. Li Barrier sighed in his heart, but, Master, you are clearly interested in him, otherwise how could you end up like this?

"Dare to offend me like this, are you really my brother?"

"Not so." Sinking from the barrier-free heart, the mask still has a hippie smile on his face, and keeps walking. "Protecting the leader is his duty. Ask the leader not to blame it."

Saying, something penetrated into his cuff, arched a little, and pierced the small triangular head to pamper him. It turned out to be the little stone dragon who had just recognized him as the master.

"Three poisons, you are very understanding." Bai Yan touched his head, but three poisons jumped down to the ground, leaping not far away, and his eyes were drawn there, his face changed.

Li Wuju followed and looked at it. It turned out that a tree, a beautiful brahma beside the sealed Sakai, opened, and in the night, it looked like a white ice flower that was so beautiful that it was breathtaking. In Sakai, there is a fine wine made by Wu Yanfu. He used to go there to drink and enjoy flowers.

The wind rose suddenly, the petals fell, and between the tree shadows, it seemed that a figure had been transformed.

The man was sitting by the well, wearing a large black feather cormorant, with a beautiful face like a jade, and a black hair was also scattered freely. He was touching the pure white crested cormorant in front of him.

The moonlight softened the sharp corners of his eyebrows, making the smile even more confusing.

The words that can be spoken are words of heart.

"I treat you as I treat this lotus flower, irrigate it day by day, and carefully nurture it. For a moment, you are just drinking wine in my glass, drinking it for me, and dying for me. For others, you must be delusional. Understand?

This upbringing of the people he grew up with made him the one who was regarded as the sun and the moon, and the most cruel person who treated him all over the world.

Bai Yan twisted his head like he was burnt, and blinked: "Hey, didn't I burn this tree? Why did it bloom again? It's really a ghost, I will send someone to burn it again."

Accessibility speeded up his feet and hurried away.

Bai Ye was named Bai Ye because of the night he took Tianshan Mountain. In the legend, Yu Ye, who opened every three thousand years, even rushed to open. Wu Yanfu was in a good mood and gave him a "昙" as his name.

Now, the flowers are blooming again, but things are wrong.

...

A faint internal force condensed in the originally empty sea of ​​air, Wu Yanfu slowly opened his eyes. Ghost vines entangled in the whole body have been loosened in the ice water, fluttering.

He opened his five fingers, gathered the inner force in his palm, and poured it into the water.

A few ghost vines moved slightly like a living snake, rolled his arms, and tore him off the water. Wu Yanfu leaned close to the wall of the pool, and leaned his head out of the water. His moist and thin hands could not support his body yet, but he could barely climb up the pool. He took a breath and glanced at the terrible scar on his wrist, his eyes darkened. The most ridiculous thing is that the scar was made by him personally.

Had the body and limbs of the body owner not been abolished that day, he would not have been so difficult today.

Is this the so-called karma?

He never believed, nor was he afraid of the Buddha and God.

Wu Yanfu's eyes were fixed on the reflection of the water.

You were sad for so long because you killed this person because of the teacher, but you do n’t know that you have taken up his skin for the teacher. Hey, if you know, if you do n’t know how hard you are, you will kill the teacher again?

His chest swelled, his fingers spread out, he tried to grasp a rocky edge by the pool, and climbed up inch by inch. The blue veins on the back of his pale hands also burst out. Under force, the roots of the ghost vine spread close to the wall, entangled with a stone pillar like a tentacle, and pulled him out of the pool.

But he didn't allow him to crawl into the floating butchery array, and a sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Wu Yan returned to the pool, exposing only a pair of eyes to the water.

With a creak, one person embraced the other, pushed in the door, put two things on the table, and walked over.

He sank into the water, peeping quietly, seeing that Li Bai was carefully hugged to the side of the pool and put down, Bai Yi's face was crimson, and he closed his eyes tiredly, letting him undress for himself. Wu Yanfu couldn't help staring at the hand that was walking above him, smelling a little ambiguous. One is the two disciples who reused one, and the other is his pet. When did the two get together?

Was it before his death? He was unaware?

He swam closer and stretched out a wet hand like a ghost's claw to grab an unobstructed wrist.

Unexpectedly, the medicine man would do this silently, stiffly stiffened from the barrier.

Bai Yan raised his thick black eyelashes and glanced at the two hands on his chest, for a moment it was unknown.

"What do you medicine man do?" Shake away his hand and felt very weird.

Wu Yanfu looked a little confused at Bai Yan, leaning softly on the bosom of others, and raised his eyebrows. A sentence of "being a teacher" was about to get out of his mouth, and then changed to "master".

He opened his mouth, his voice mute: "The host is hot, let me help the host."

The look of accessibility is even weirder. He is not without seeing the drug person, the drug person is a kind of obedient obedient, but the drug person in front of him is too proactive, the initiative is a bit abnormal.

"The medicine man raised by the old devil's head is different." Bai Yan smiled and instructed to leave the barrier-free road: "Accessibility, you go out, this seat will heal for itself, let Indo wait for it to come in . "

Nodded from the barrier, closed the door, and backed out.

Wu Yanfu was still immersed in the nickname of "Old Devil" and never returned to God.

Why, in the eyes of this little baby, he is not only a devil, but also an old man?

Bai Yan faded her shoes and socks, submerged her feet in the water, and was about to unfasten her belt. But somehow, under the eyelids of this medicine man, he was uncomfortable. It is not that he has not been naked in front of the attendant. At this time, the medicine man looked at his eyes, but made him feel ashamed for no reason, even when facing Wu Yanfu.

But it was clear that this medicine man had a look of indifference and no meaning at all, but he looked at him intently, although he had no temperature, but he was attentive. Bai Yan couldn't bear it, he said angrily, "Close your eyes and don't look at me."

Wu Yanfu stared at his words, but his heart said, which part of your body has you never seen?

With a bang, Baishui dropped the water, immersed his body in ice water, and the burning sensation of his whole body immediately dissipated a lot, and he felt the coolness of the medicine man, so he couldn't help sticking it, pressing him against the wall of the pool, Head down to the blood in the neck, find a place to lower your mouth, and bite it down.

After sucking a few sips, they licked and choked again, as if the hungry tiger was eating, and they didn't talk about eating at all.

Bai Yan "gulu" swallowed a large mouthful of blood, then fainted, and softened on the medicine person below him.

I drenched my hair around Wu Yan's throat, scratching my heart. He reached up and pulled up the boy's chin, looked down, and inadvertently saw the imprint of the boy's petal-like thin earlobe, his eyes were breathless. ——A deep tooth mark, which he bit into before he died.

Wu Yanfu's heart throbbed, almost trying to get up and bite again.

Naturally, a bite is not enough.

The boy only knew that he was his medicine man, but he didn't know that he had swallowed his own blood relic, and he could also use him as a medicine man. Blood, body fluid, tears, and muddy body fluids all contain the essence of blood resilience. The quickest way is to ask his virgin body to supplement his internal strength, and he can regain his skill in one stroke.

If it is a benefactor, isn't it difficult?