The Duwang Valley is quiet and far away, the flowers are as brilliant as the autumn colors in the sky, the flowing water and the singing of birds are even more secluded in the mountains.
For a whole month, everyone else was busy with their own affairs, but Mr. Gusu was so leisurely that he didn't know how to pass the time. He burned incense and washed the spring all day long, watched the clouds and listened to the rain, and looked at the moon and stars at night, doing nothing.
Wan Qi Haoyue once asked him to leave the Poison King Valley, but Xi Shaoyuan's life and death were unknown, and whether Xia Qingluan could be revived was also unknown. Before seeing the result, Xianggong Gusu refused to leave at any cost, with a stubborn expression like a naughty boy, no matter who Nothing can be done.
The medicine garden is usually guarded by Xiao Qian and Guiying. Although Wanqi Haoyue has repeatedly stated that there is no danger in the valley, Wei Moyan insists on this and does not let go of any possibility of accidents, which makes Mr. Gusu angry. Sigh for his stubbornness.
"He is too attentive to Luan'er." He often rushes between his residence and the medicine garden. Although the road is not far, it always makes Wanqi Haoyue exhausted. After all, it is extremely difficult to take care of the growing Gu insects. In addition, Mr. Gusu often came to chat with him, dragging his jingling accessories. The quiet and peaceful Mr. Ye Tan had a sullen face all day long and refused to say a word. His eyes only lit up when Xia Qingluan was mentioned. There will be a flash of tenderness.
The first seven days passed, and irregular but extremely gorgeous mottled patterns appeared on Xi Shaoyuan's smooth skin. This was proof that the poisonous insects had begun to build cocoons. Thousands of terrifying creatures were gestating under the sleeping man's skin. life.
After another seven days, the pattern gradually faded away, and a look of pain began to appear between Xi Shaoyuan's eyebrows. The muscles and bones all over his body were in a state of tension, and the dull black color spread under the skin.
The effect of the medicine had long since worn off. He was awake, but he didn't dare to move. He was afraid that a cry of pain would cause all his efforts to be wasted, and he would not be able to save his father, and it would be of no use to Hongxian.
Compared with death, suffering is more unbearable.
"The power of the previous medicine has dissipated, and now the worms in his body have begun to break out of their cocoons. If the medicine is applied again, it will have consequences." After being asked by Mr. Gusu, Wanqi Haoyue said calmly, his eyes falling on the pottery bowl in his hand. Wipe carefully.
The insect blood can be taken immediately. If Xi Shaoyuan is not dead after taking it, then maybe he will be like Gang and wake up one day in the future.
The world is still the world of Poyue Pavilion. Love, hate, grievances, nothing has changed. However, in this troubled world, many innocent people have been killed. Cheng Xiaobai, Xi Shaoyuan, Poison King, and countless others are buried in every corner. Those fragmented hopes and attachments in one’s heart.
Power disputes, turmoil and chaos, who will win in this turbulent rivers and lakes fight? Is it the ruined Xi Yingfeng, the doctor who has done everything she can, the leader of the sect who hides evil intentions, or the one who seems to dominate the martial arts and finally ascends to the throne. Wei Moyan, who almost lost the one he loved?
In the end, we all lose.
Mr. Xianggong of Gusu, who always wore a charming smile, sighed softly. They are the recorders who stand outside the flames of troubled times. They write about the joys and sorrows that are recited by others or not known at all. They become kings and losers. It is fundamental not to participate in them. Code. However, he broke this rule and became the first and perhaps the last rebel in the long history of Gusu Xianggong.
The Creator gave man the seven emotions and six desires in order to experience the love, hatred, and resentment in the world. Why should he abandon his feelings against his own will? He was obsessed with the almost heaven-defying power of Master Tian Jue, and also admired Master Ye Tan's transcendence. Tranquil Zhiyuan, so he did his best to bring about the current situation. If one of Wanqi Haoyue and Wei Moyan really gave up his life for Hongxian, for him, this chess game would no longer be perfect.
"Only perfect things are worth protecting." As if nature was saying to herself, there was an inexplicable smile on her fair and beautiful face.
The indifferent man standing aside frowned slightly, obviously disapproving of this, but he did not say a few words. Instead, his busy figure paused and became a little depressed: "There is no perfect thing in the world. If there is, it is not in this world."
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Realizing what he had revealed unintentionally, Mr. Gusu laughed and looked at Xi Shaoyuan with regret, his fists clenched and nails dug into his flesh: "Today's poisoning, does it mean Miss Hongxian?"
Will you wake up soon?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, the poison will be eliminated within two days."
When an outsider is worried, the person who should be worried the most has no expression. With Wanqi Haoyue's guarantee, she will naturally be fine.
The slender white fingers pressed a few times on the faintly black skin. It was slightly hard but still elastic. It was the best time to break out the cocoon and remove the poison. Taking a deep breath, Wanqi Haoyue gently attached his palm to Xi Shao
On the healed wound on Yuan's shoulder, he closed his eyes and felt the bursts of squirming coming from his palm, and his internal energy continued to adjust and slowly swayed out.
It is useless to wait for these voodoo insects to break out of the cocoon completely by their own strength. They must use internal force through the voodoo mother to break the thin cocoon layer wrapping the voodoo bugs, and then deepen the internal force to cause the voodoo bugs to break under the skin and die.
, the blood flowing out is derived from the mother body of the poison, and this is the last medicine that can be used to detoxify the poison.
During this period, the person who is the Gu mother has been alive.
A crackling sound that ordinary people couldn't hear reached his ears, and the first cocoon had been broken. Wanqi Haoyue felt relieved, and then applied force on dozens of wounds until all the skin touched by his palm returned to normal.
The softness has just stopped.
"I'm offended, Mr. Xi." Looking at the clenched teeth on his pale face, Wanqi Haoyue said in a low voice, "I will end it as soon as possible."
A moment longer will prolong the severe pain that penetrates into the bone marrow. Young Master Ye Tan, who has mastered the true inheritance of the Poison King, once again possesses Xi Shaoyuan's body and keeps moving harder. Gradually, the slightly blackened skin turns into a strange black and red.
It was the color of the blood flowing out from countless Gu worms crushed under the skin. This was the most unbearable part of the entire process of cultivating Gu. In order to minimize the pain Xi Shaoyuan endured and prevent Xi Shaoyuan from losing all his previous efforts, Wanqi Haoyue immediately
Sealing the acupuncture points near his heart channel can also increase the possibility of his survival.
"Needle." She wiped the sweat on her head with her plain white sleeves. Wanqi Haoyue stretched out her hand out of habit. After waiting for a moment and no one handed over the silver needle, she suddenly remembered that the silent young man was no longer there.
"What do you want? I'll get it." Mr. Gusu said diligently.
"No need." He turned around and took out the brocade cloth bag from the bamboo box on the side. Wanqi Haoyue suddenly shook his head sadly. Only Gang knew the arrangement of the things he used. No one knew what he was thinking better than Gang, no matter what.
Is it a habit or something else.
The slight disappointment turned into urging. The fingers holding the silver needle kept moving accurately for a moment. The thin silver needles were arranged in a regular pattern, pricking all the way from the shoulder to the fingertips.
The densely covered silver needles forced the blood of the Gu insects into the veins of the fingertips. He quickly took the pottery bowl and placed it low. The snow blade flashed past, and a thin wound on the fingertips instantly gushed out black and red viscous blood.
, the fishy smell is astounding to the nose, and it doesn’t resemble human blood at all.
The process of taking blood lasted for half an hour. After all the blood of the poisonous insects was drained and collected from the small wounds, the man lying quietly returned to normal skin color, but there was no reaction at all.
Dead?
The pain was so numb that he couldn't find his father's tall figure in the chaos, but someone held his hand firmly, and the familiar hearty smile dispelled the darkness, giving him the courage and perseverance to persevere in the loneliness and suffering.
Sure enough, are you waiting for me, Xiao Bai...
Sorry, I didn’t buy the Fuyao wine. Would you like a cup of tea?
He liked to laugh so much, soft, light, and as gentle as jade. He once made Cheng Xiaobai trust him without reservation, and made the arrogant Princess Anping respect and rely on him. He has seen through the glitz and hustle and bustle throughout his life, and he never fights or grabs. Even his last expression is as before. , smiling quietly.
No regrets.
The most praised among the four young masters, Mr. Jade Dragon, did not survive the sacrifice of atonement for his father.