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Chapter 381 I am his Gu.

Chapter 381 I am his poison.

In this ancient land of Nanman, whether it is the inheritance of Taoism, Confucianism, or even the Buddha in the far west, they are all unceremoniously rejected.

These teachings, which are already well-known in the twenty-one states, have not left the slightest trace on this land. Even if they have, they only left a few footprints in a hurry, and then left in a hurry.

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Therefore, in the eyes of the monks in the Twenty-one Prefectures, this place is a barbaric place full of miasma and uncivilized.

Poisonous insects can be seen everywhere, and everything you see is a scorched earth, with nine out of ten houses and empty fields, and the fields are barren, but this land still has many local residents, especially the capital of the Southern Barbarians.

Perhaps we cannot use the word 'capital' to describe this place. If we use the native language of local residents, it should be called the land of witch ancestors.

On a somewhat congested official road, a white horse was driving slowly on the road.

The horseshoes stepped on the stones, making a "treading" sound.

Just a horse driving on the road would not attract other people's attention normally, but the woman above is truly rare to see in the world.

Although she was covered with a white veil, her alluring appearance could be vaguely seen from her lightly exposed eyebrows.

Her white hair was gently blowing in the wind, and her long purple glazed skirt covered her horse's ass. Her graceful figure was swaying, and under her long eyelashes, her eyes were staring straight ahead at the road.

Not far from her is a beautiful village, which is different from the straw villages that can be seen everywhere in Nanman.

The village is made up of bamboo buildings, built on top of a huge altar. Its style is not as rough and barbaric as outside the Great Wall, but has the elegance of the Twenty-One Prefectures and Jiangnan.

Outside the village are terraced fields that go down layer by layer along the mountain road. Even in autumn, they are still green and shining in the sun.

It is hard to imagine that such an isolated holy place would appear in this filthy place full of poisonous miasma.

"What a beautiful big sister."

Outside the village, a child holding a net in his hand was sniffing and eating his fingers. He hid behind the old woman lying on the rocking chair, looked at her curiously with his eyes wide open, and said.

The old woman rubbed her dim eyes. After seeing the woman clearly, she rubbed the little girl's head and whispered:

"This is not a big sister. When grandma was your age, this fairy came here."

He raised his head again, looked at the figures of the man and the horse gradually disappearing, and said with emotion:

"Decades have passed, and the immortal is still the same."

The little girl circled around the old woman and giggled:

"It turns out she is a fairy sister. Can she be immortal like the witch ancestor sister?"

"yes."

The old woman smiled and touched her head, then lay down on the rocking chair again.

Shan Wulan raised his head, tightened the reins with both hands, looked at this familiar place from a distance, and sighed.

This was already the eighth time she had come to this place. She got off the horse, tied her somewhat scattered white hair into a ponytail, and led the white horse slowly toward the village gate.

The dress was swaying under the wisteria flowers. The wind blew by, and the wind chimes hanging at the corners of the skirt made a crisp sound.

For the past three hundred years, she has been searching for clues that can help him wake up. To this end, she has traveled throughout the twenty-one states.

During the period without him, he had nothing else to do except look forward to death every day. Perhaps Shan Wulan's heart died the moment he fell.

Later, when Yu Hongxiu came to Jianzong, she once mentioned something about him, and in her words she mentioned this woman in the land of the witch ancestors.

Yu Hongxiu said that this mysterious woman's name is Huang Fei.

She didn't know his specific identity and why he was frozen in the Cangtian Palace.

It's like appearing out of thin air, without any origin.

——Not sure.

It is said that a drowning person will cling to a waterweed even if it appears in front of him.

Although Shan Wulan was not a drowning person, this piece of news, which was not much of a clue, did give Shan Wulan a glimmer of hope.

Shan Wulan was a person who dared to love and hate. He couldn't die in such an unexplained way. It was clear that there were still so many things that had not been done between the two of them, and it was clear that he still owed him a wedding.

While she was lost in thought, she took the penis he gave her.

Mosuo turned around, already covered in blood, sighed softly, and then pulled out the Shui Han Sword from his waist.

The sword's light was cold, the stream of light swaying in the air, and the blade of the sword reflected her cold pupils.

She said clearly:

"Twenty-one states, Jian Zong, Shan Wulan."

"I beg to see Concubine Huang, the witch ancestor."

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It's not that she doesn't understand the rules, but in fact, in the seven times she came here before, the woman named Huang Fei never saw her.

Every time, an old woman with a gloomy face would come out of the door, coldly reply to herself, "The saint is missing," and then close the village door.

I had relied on my cultivation to force my way through many times, but the old woman's cultivation was so difficult that people couldn't see the depth of it, and frequently blocked me.

At first, Shan Wulan thought that the old woman's cultivation level was at the Hedao realm at best, so well, he was just returning to reality now and just practiced hard.

Thirty years later, when I was half-way through the journey, I came to visit again, but I still got the same result.

After Su Bei's absence, he had no goals in life. After meeting this old woman, he seemed to suddenly have such a motivation to live.

——Break in and see the woman named Huang Fei.

In the early stages of cultivating Hedao, he failed.

When he was in the middle stage of cultivating Hedao, he failed.

Completed

But now, he has finally reached the threshold of overcoming the tribulation.

Crunch——

The door opened.

It was still the old woman. Just when the spiritual energy around Shan Wulan had gathered and he was ready to fight her at any time, this time the old woman did not take action like before. Instead, she opened the door and looked at herself calmly.

Speaking in an unskilled twenty-one state dialect, he said slowly:

"Girl, although the old woman doesn't know what you are doing here, you just said you wanted to find the saint of our clan."

"I would like to ask you something for the saint. Why do you want to see the saint of my clan?"

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Shan Wulan was stunned, and put down the Shui Han Sword tightly in his hand. He didn't know how to answer her for a moment.

The old woman did not close the village door again as Shan Wulan thought, nor was she angry. She just emphasized her tone and continued:

"Perhaps you have a high status in the Twenty-One Prefectures, and you may be the leader of a certain sect, but this is not the Twenty-One Prefectures. In your words, this is the Southern Barbarians."

"There is an old saying that when you come to a country, do as the Romans do. Now that you are in our clan, you must do things according to the rules of the Gu clan."

She paused for a moment, and her tone became a little cold:

"If the girl doesn't want to follow our clan's rules, then I can only ask you to leave again."

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Shan Wulan moved her red lips slightly, inserted the Shuihan Sword back into the scabbard, clasped her hands into fists, and asked:

"Wu Lan doesn't know, please ask this senior to tell me the rules of the Gu clan."

The old woman narrowed her eyes and then said:

"Is this the attitude you have when asking for help?"

Shan Wulan took a deep breath, her eyes changed, and finally she suppressed her restless heart and said:

"As long as Wulan can get it, I will give it to you."

The old woman opened her mouth and was about to say something. Suddenly, a plain voice came from the far-reaching village:

"That's enough, let her in."

The old woman took a deep look at Shan Wulan, then lowered her head, opened the door, and said:

"follow me."

Tap tap tap——

The long boots on Shan Wulan's feet stepped on the wooden floor, making a consistent sound.

Following the old woman until they arrived in front of a carved nanmu attic, the old woman turned her head and said:

"I have retired."

Shan Wulan calmed down his fluctuating mood, and when he was about to step in, the wind suddenly blew by, and a strand of Shan Wulan's white hair floated in the wind.

A bamboo leaf flew across the sky.

Shan Wulan frowned, stretched out his hand to hover over the bamboo leaf, and looked calmly at the shadow in the room:

"Is this the way the Gu tribe treats guests?"

Almost as soon as Shan Wulan finished speaking, another bamboo leaf came and hovered on her chest in an instant.

A drop of dew can still be seen on the tips of the bamboo leaves.

This drop of dew dripped from the tip of the leaf, fell on her nose, wetted her veil, and became cold.

This bamboo leaf was only an inch away from Shan Wulan's eyebrows, but it was just this inch, as if it was so far away that it couldn't move any further.

Shan Wulan breathed a sigh of relief, but a cold sweat broke out on his back.

If he hadn't already buried one foot into the threshold of transcending the tribulation, this bamboo leaf would really kill him.

She reached out and picked off the bamboo leaves hanging in the air and threw them in the opposite direction.

Whoosh——

This is both a bamboo leaf and a sword.

The bamboo leaves flew sideways to the left and right in front of the wooden fence, and then hovered motionless again, as if they were stabbed into the lake.

Circles of spiritual energy rippled in the air, blurring.

Then, the ripples of spiritual energy gradually dissipated, as if the curtain on the stage was opened, and a woman wearing white clothes and an ink-dyed skirt appeared out of thin air in Shan Wulan's sight, sitting quietly on the spot.

, there is still a slightly swaying bamboo branch beside her side.

"Wu Lan, I have met Wu Zu Huang Fei."

In the Accord, the room is very clean and tidy, and incense is lit, mixed with the fragrance of women, and the fragrance is light and elegant.

Although Shan Wulan had never seen this woman before, based on a woman's intuition alone, she was convinced that the woman in front of her was Huang Fei.

She carefully looked at the woman in front of her, the tall bridge of her nose, her deep pupils with no expression at all. Even though Shan Wulan had seen too many beautiful women, the moment he saw her again, his heart skipped a beat.

I have never seen a woman with this kind of temperament, just sitting there, frowning, giving people the feeling of fatigue after all the desires in the world have been satisfied.

Shan Wulan sat opposite her, looking at the teacup placed in front of her.

Even when she first met Yu Hongxiu, she never gave herself such a sense of oppression.

Huang Fei raised her head and picked up the tea bowl in front of her. The amber tea liquid, Mo Xue's clothes, and fair cheeks were like a dream in this elegant pavilion with gently swaying bamboo leaves.

"Come for him?"

Shan Wulan nodded.

Maybe you don't need to explain it yourself, the woman in front of you knows a lot more than you do.

"does it worth?"

Shan Wulan raised his head and nodded firmly:

"It's worth it, everything related to him is worth it!!"

"Won't you regret it?"

"No regrets."

The incomprehensible words that did not match the words echoed in the courtyard.

"This is the heart-linking Gu."

Huang Fei took out a small porcelain bottle, placed it on the table, and continued:

"Those who are connected to each other's hearts use their essence to nourish their Qi and blood."

Shan Wulan took the Lian Xin Gu without any hesitation, stood up and bowed to her, then turned and walked out of the house.

"Don't you ask about the price?"

Huang Fei raised her eyes slightly and spoke casually.

Shan Wulan whispered to himself:

"Can the heart-linking Gu wake him up?"

"He has woken up."

Shan Wulan turned around suddenly, looking at her with disbelief in his eyes:

"What did you say? He woke up? How did you know?"

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Concubine Huang did not answer her question, but said to herself:

"He has ten years left to live."

"Why is this happening!?"

The bad news was like a bolt from the blue. The corners of Shan Wulan's mouth froze on his cheeks, and he held the Heart-Linking Gu tightly in his palms.

She understood what it means to "use his essence to nourish his blood."

Shan Wulan was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at her calmly, and said:

"How long can I keep him alive?"

Concubine Huang glanced at her, her mouth twitched, turned around, and closed the door.

The ripples of spiritual energy fluctuated slowly, and the bamboo branch was inserted into the ground, slowly growing bamboo leaves, and she disappeared into the pavilion.

Shan Wulan frowned and looked at Huang Fei who had disappeared, with a gentle smile on her lips.

The last words that lingered in her ears were Concubine Huang's understatement of 'fifty years'.

"That's enough, thank you."

A strand of white hair fell gently from her head and penetrated into the small porcelain vase.

Along with the blood beads, they blended into it and disappeared.

Shan Wulan turned and left.

In the attic.

"Pfft——"

After Huang Fei watched Shan Wulan leave, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of her mouth. The old woman quickly stepped forward, supported her, and said with concern:

"Master Wuzu, are you feeling well?"

"You have been refining this Heart Gu for two hundred years just to save that man named Su Bei?"

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Concubine Huang pushed away her support, sat on the ground, wiped the corners of her mouth calmly, and looked at the wind chimes hanging on the pavilion with her unwavering eyes.

The breeze blew by, making a tinkling sound.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, she covered her empty chest, then looked at the old woman and said:

"I have no idea."

"What exactly is the heart?"

"I can think of everything about him, but I can't feel the unforgettable emotion of writing."

"The Shoutian clan has its own mission throughout the ages. He awakened me with his blood. Is this the final destination of the Shoutian clan and the witchcraft clan?"

"The Holy Gu of Ancestor Wu, the Heaven-raising Gu, is mine."

"I am his poison."

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(End of chapter)


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