An exclamation came from the door of the main hall.
The thin dress, with its flaming red sleeves like a wedding dress, was about to bend down and suddenly stopped.
She stood up and looked back. At the door, Xiaoyu was frightened and took a few steps back.
The little girl was really a little frightened. Just now, Sister Xiu'er was still wearing the same white dress as them, but why did she change her clothes in the blink of an eye, and she was still wearing a blood-red dress.
Her red dress matched the scene in the hall at this time.
The dragon coffin, the mutilated corpse, the strange blood picture on the floor... a sense of déjà vu like hearing ghost stories when I was a child.
The little fish quietly took two steps back.
Luo Xiu whispered: "Save people."
Be concise and concise.
But the slightly fluctuating female voice still made Xiaoyu, who was ready to say goodbye with tears and run away, breathe a big sigh of relief.
It's definitely her sister Xiu'er.
"Sister Bu Xiu'er, why are you wearing red clothes if you have nothing to do? It's scary. You're wearing such thin clothes in such a cold weather... Wait, you mean to save someone?"
Xiaoyu muttered and complained a few words, then was stunned for a moment, realized what he was doing, and hurriedly stepped forward.
Luo Xiu did not stop him and looked down at the man in the coffin.
After trotting to the front and back of the coffin, a short little girl with missing front teeth was holding the edge of the coffin with both hands, standing on tiptoes and looking down.
Then, she saw clearly the scene inside the dragon coffin.
I saw a man with a broken arm.
"Sister Xiu'er." Xiaoyu raised his head with a serious face, "You roasted a man?"
Luo Xiu: "…………"
I almost forgot that Zhao Rong was severely burned over a large area of his body, so it was normal for the little girl not to recognize him at first sight.
Luo Xiu choked for a while, pursed her lips and repeated, "Save people."
Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked carefully again. He quickly recognized Zhao Rong from the familiar features of the broken arm:
"Sister Xiu'er, you...you mean...this is Mr. Zhao!?"
Luo Xiu nodded.
Xiaoyu looked at Zhao Rong, who was tender on the outside and tender on the inside, and suddenly started to cry. After all, he was the young master that his benefactor liked and followed:
"Young master...how did he get roasted?"
Luo Xiu: "…………"
Can you, little girl, change your words? You should always eat.
She had some solemn and solemn emotions brewing in her chest, but at this moment, the atmosphere was suddenly disturbed by this delicious little girl, and the woman was speechless.
"This..." Seeing Sister Xiuer's silence, Xiaoyu also swallowed some questions.
She lowered her head and took a serious look at Zhao Rong, who was seriously injured in the coffin. Then she raised her head again and glanced at Sister Xiuer's dress.
Coupled with the behavior of the latter whom she just bumped into at the door.
"Sister Xiu'er, are you going to give him the Pure White Han Palace?"
Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe, holding on to the tall coffin wall, with his palms folded on the edge of the wall. At this time, his chin rested gently on the back of the folded hands, and his voice was soft.
Luo Xiu glanced at her, but still said nothing, but asked about the settlement situation of the sixteen divorced women outside.
Xiaoyu, who originally came to ask for credit from Sister Xiu'er, did not ask for credit at this time and just responded softly.
Then, the atmosphere between the boy, the girl, and the two girls fell into silence again.
"Sister Xiu'er, is it worth it?"
The little girl suddenly asked.
Her eyes were fixed on the roasted young man lying in the coffin, and she did not turn around to look at Sister Xiu'er's expression at this time.
Although Zhao Rong had a very deep relationship with the benefactor whom Xiaoyu wanted to repay his kindness, and even the benefactor was willing to die because they were in love with him, but in Xiaoyu's heart, the innocence of Sister Xiuer, who lived with him day and night like a family member, was also very clear.
important.
She is young, but she knows a lot about some things.
Although the little girl had lived in a place with fireworks like Zuixian Tower since childhood, it was because of this that she became more aware of the importance of a woman's chastity.
Furthermore, Liren's culture attaches great importance to chastity, which can be seen from the custom of Liren women using the Nine-Day Cold Palace Flower to verify their virginity on their wedding night.
This is actually related to the "Mingyue Faith" that has been rooted in Li Di Li people's blood culture for thousands of years, advocating for the pure and pure goddess.
Therefore, for a divorced woman, one must either abide by the rules and regulations of a stringed woman for the rest of her life, or else she must be entrusted to one person, but only one person in her life.
I even heard that among the ancient ancestors, the former concept was more extreme and widespread...
So no matter what, the little girl doesn't want Sister Xiu'er to be temporarily moved by her devotion and rashly offer the legendary and precious pure white Han Palace in her body.
This is irresponsible for Sister Xiu'er, and even for Mr. Zhao who was seriously injured and fell asleep.
When Luo Xiu heard this, he did not turn around.
Like Xiaoyu, she looked down at this 'strange man' who had rushed to give them a map despite the disaster not long ago.
Xiaoyu knew that she had something to do with Chunbai Hangong.
When Luo Xiu and the little girl escaped from Xingzi Town, before they were stopped by the people sent by the nobleman, they slept in the open air and walked a long distance along the bright moon and the river.
Luo Xiu was like Xiaoyu who came out to see the world for the first time. She was surprised to find that their hometown was so far away.
She used to live in a hurry and take the convenient Yunhai ferry wherever she went. It turned out that she had overlooked so many beautiful scenery in her haste.
Two daughters.
One is a divorced daughter of a stringed string who has a distinguished status and has enjoyed glory, wealth and extreme favor, but finally ran away.
One is an innocent boat girl with a low status, who has been despised and hungry, but she yearns to eat fish.
But every night when the bonfire was lit, they sat beside each other beside the fire.
Every night in the cold wilderness, they hugged each other in the quilt and fell asleep.
They actually get along harmoniously and intimately, and they are more affectionate than family members.
It was also during this short but extremely relaxing journey that Luo Xiu and Xiaoyu both told each other their past stories and worries.
Therefore, Xiaoyu knows the secret of Luo Xiu's pure white Han Palace.
He even joked about whether Sister Xiu'er would encounter a bloody plot in a storybook, where the right man is fatally injured and needs her to sacrifice her life to save him...
It's just that the two women were just laughing and scolding at that time, but now it seems that the prophecy has come true, and the two women are silent.
At this moment, Zhao Rong, who had been unconscious, suddenly groaned in pain. The sound was weak, but it made Luo Xiu's nervous body tremble.
Fortunately, it was nothing serious. Then Zhao Rong stopped moving again. His weak breathing became much calmer, and Luo Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at Zhao Rong's charred face and frowned slightly. She didn't know if he was dreaming or what he was dreaming about.
Luo Xiu stretched out her hand, pursed her lips, and carefully smoothed the frown with her fingertips.
In fact, she always thought that the most beautiful thing about his face was his lips and eyebrows, which were very heroic and spirited.
The woman always wanted to say something to him, but she didn't speak until she left. Maybe she felt that her words might easily cause misunderstanding.
But now we meet again, the young master's eyebrows, eyes and lips have been ruined.
On the day we said goodbye, it all came to light.
Just when Xiaoyu waited for a long time and thought that Sister Xiuer would not answer.
"Is it worth it?"
Luo Xiu lowered her head and said, using her handkerchief to gently wipe Zhao Rong's lips, which had been burned into a pinkish flesh color.
Xiaoyu grabbed Sister Xiuer's hand and said, "But this is your first time, and it is also the most important thing about being a virgin."
She nodded seriously and said: "I took a closer look. Mr. Zhao's physique is different from ordinary martial arts. The vitality in his body is weak but very tenacious. His breath will not break. His injuries have been stabilized and his life is not worried. Moreover, there is sufficient spiritual energy here."
, we take careful care of him and give him elixirs to let him recover slowly, which is the safest way."
Xiaoyu paused and continued: "This can be regarded as our doing our best and doing our best duty." There was no mention of love.
In the past, Xiaoyu, who was often taught and admonished by Luo Xiu, turned around today. The little girl persuaded Sister Xiu'er with reason.
However, Luo Xiu shook his head.
Xiaoyu was a little anxious, "Sister Xiu'er, it's really not like this. Mr. Zhao's situation is not like the life hanging by a thread in the novel. You must sacrifice your life to survive."
Luo Xiu lowered his head and asked, "What about the hidden wounds that hinder his path? What about his appearance and arms that are indispensable for a Confucian scholar..."
It was like asking Xiaoyu, but also like asking herself.
The little fish was silent.
She did not say this on purpose, as she did not want Sister Xiu'er to feel guilty.
The little girl lowered her head and held the corner of her clothes, then took out her little handkerchief and handed it to Luo Xiu, who took it and continued to wipe Zhao Rong's face.
The original fragrant handkerchief in her hand had been wiped dirty.
Xiaoyu raised his head and glanced at Luo Xiu, but did not continue to argue that "there is no shortage of rare treasures on the mountain" and "after Mr. Zhao recovers, he can take a long-term plan to eliminate the hidden injuries and disfigurement"...
She also calmed down, shook her head and said to Luo Xiu:
"Sister Xiu'er, Xiaoyu won't advise you anymore, but I have to tell you something. You should consider these things before making a decision. Xiaoyu will fully support your choice."
"good."
Xiaoyu looked at the ancient ruins outside, and first said: "Have you ever considered what the 'King' would do if she learned that you had lost the precious pure white Han Palace..."
Luo Xiu didn't even raise his head, and said softly: "Xiaoyu, you have forgotten the reason why we went to the Moon Palace with this noble man... I don't want to stay for a long time. If she is disappointed with me and drives me away, it will naturally be the last resort.
Okay, I’m just afraid of causing trouble to you..."
Xiaoyu shook his head and interrupted: "I will go with you. I will go wherever Xiu'er goes. Until I am able to repay my kindness, I will return to Quezhou. Before that, I will follow Sister Xiu'er."
Luo Xiu smiled.
Xiaoyu didn't give her time to relax, and said again: "Sister Xiu'er, I haven't finished speaking yet. I know you want to repay Mr. Zhao's kindness, but when it comes to this kind of thing, except Mr. Zhao who can't answer, you
You also have to think carefully about yourself."
"What are you thinking about for yourself?"
The woman's tone was calm, but her fingers were trembling.
Xiaoyu shook his head, "If that benefactor or other women around Mr. Zhao also have Pure White Han Palace and choose to do this, I will never ask this question, but Sister Xiu'er... Mr. Zhao has been burned like this,
He is unconscious and has no feeling, but you are very conscious, and you have to endure...a lot of discomfort and pain."
Luo Xiu was silent.
When that woman was a girl, she never dreamed of the beauty of the first time. She didn't want the man she committed to be handsome, at least in her eyes, right? Let the first time be perfect, give each other happiness, and have no regrets.
But now in front of her...
Xiaoyu's handkerchief in Luo Xiu's hand was dirty again.
The injuries on his face were too severe, there was too much blood, and there were some cracks where you could even see the bones underneath.
But she insisted on wiping Zhao Rong's face clean, trying to... wipe out some of his old features.
However, these are in vain.
This is a face that is so disfigured that it is unrecognizable.
For a moment, Luo Xiu couldn't help but feel confused.
Is this him...Is this still him? Is this still the Mr. Zhao she remembers?
In other words, the person she was willing to sacrifice her life to help was the dashing and interesting Mr. Zhao back then, or the disfigured, neither human nor ghost Mr. Zhao in front of her.
There seems to be no difference between the two, they are both the same person, but sometimes for women, the difference is very big.
For example... do you like his skin, or are you completely attracted by his interesting soul?
The handkerchief slipped from the woman's trembling fingertips.
It fell on Zhao Rong's face.
For a time, this ugly appearance was covered up.
Xiaoyu was talking to himself, but his voice gradually became quieter, "Sister Xiu'er, although I am still young and don't know much about this kind of thing, but I have lived in Zuixian Tower since I was a child, and I also... understand a little bit.
Once when I was delivering water to a certain room, I lowered my head and went in to take a look... No, the courtesy of Zhou Gong is just being pressed and bullied by men. I don't know why these people like to press on us women, even if they scream in pain."
The little girl who thought she understood but actually didn't understand at all frowned: "In addition, I have served the sisters who pick up guests. They always like to discuss the beauty and ugliness of the guests privately and their abilities that I don't understand. They seem to be more willing to let me know.
The young and handsome guest entered the room and pressed him, um, by the way..."
She blushed and whispered, "Sister Xiu'er, it seems that this is how you want to use your Pure White Han Palace, but Mr. Zhao is unconscious, how can I suppress you? This... Zhou Gong's gift seems to be unable to be completed.
No, otherwise let’s forget it.”
After Xiaoyu finished speaking, he waited for a while, but there was no reply from Luo Xiu. The little girl looked up and saw that Luo Xiu was a little strange at this time.
She lowered her head and looked silently at Mr. Zhao's covered face below, unable to see his expression clearly.
Xiaoyu called out softly, "Sister Xiu'er."
At this moment, the handkerchief that covered Zhao Rong's disfigured face was picked up by one hand, revealing his face again.
Luo Xiu gently held the handkerchief and continued to gently wipe the young master's eyebrows, eyes and lips.
She already has the answer for herself.
Then... Luo Xiu raised her chin coldly and arrogantly:
"Giving him the Pure White Han Palace has nothing to do with him. This is my own choice, Luo Xiu. Sons and daughters of the world, I don't care whether he looks good or ugly."
Xiaoyu was stunned and looked at the very chivalrous and bold Sister Xiuer.
Then I remembered Luo Xiu leading her away that night in Xingzi Town, showing his chivalrous and sincere attitude.
I was also wearing this red dress at that time.
Luo Xiu, who sounded proud and cheerful but had a different feeling in her heart, turned her head slightly and avoided the little girl's direct gaze.
After a while, Xiaoyu muttered, "How come Sister Xiu'er is still so handsome?" His face turned solemn, he nodded towards her, and said nothing more.
Xiaoyu turned around and ran towards the door, "Sister Xiu'er, I support your choice. I will guard the door for you. Come on, we must rescue Mr. Zhao!"
This girl.
Luo Xiu's lips twitched slightly, "No peeking."
The little fish tilted its legs and almost stumbled, "..."
Obviously, Sister Xiu'er seems to have remembered her "dark history" of peeking at the guests of Zuixian Tower.
"Weren't you distracted and not listening just now..."
The little fish muttered something, nodded as if pecking at rice, and was about to leave.
Luo Xiu: "In addition..."
The little girl turned back curiously.
The woman in the red dress standing in the coffin raised her head lightly, raised her lips and said crisply: "It was me who suppressed him."
The tone is arrogant.
At the door, the little girl was stunned.
Shouldn't it be considered as being suppressed to complete the task? Why is it that Sister Xiu'er suppressed Young Master Zhao?
Xiaoyu, who "only knows a little bit", always feels that something is wrong, which is in huge conflict with her existing simple understanding... What exactly is wrong? It's strange...
She left with big doubts hidden in her little head. She closed the palace door and asked Sister Xiuer to feel at ease. Is it wrong to suppress people and save them?
Xiaoyu nodded and looked at the door carefully.
Silence returned to the hall.
Luo Xiu averted his gaze.
Her dress was as red as a wedding dress, and she looked up at the starry sky above her head, with a strange brilliance in her eyes.
"Sir, this is a polite thing to do. I am an innocent woman who only trusts good men."
A woman suddenly said:
She took out a flawless white Jiutian Hangong flower, bit her finger and dripped blood. The blood droplets slid across the petals without any stain, and the petals were still as white as snow.
Pure virgin.
"Sir, shut up and don't coax me with your sweet words."
Luo Xiu tilted her ears slightly, as if listening to something, and raised the corners of her lips.
"Master, let go, don't be so frivolous."
The woman smiled and gently undressed her robe. The red wedding dress slid down from her delicate and round shoulders.
The hall was extremely quiet, and she was the only one standing alone, talking to herself a little strangely.
At this time, another picture scroll was added to the hall, again with a familiar minimalist blank composition.
The snow-capped mountains are covered with clouds, and all traces of people are gone.
There is a vast expanse of white snow between the sky and the earth, with a few light pink snowflakes falling down to cover the ten thousand year old snow peaks. In the deep valley, there is a towering and eye-catching pure white cold palace standing there. There seems to be a holy goddess living in it, waiting for the destined one.
A destined person arrives.
"Sir, stop..."
The woman bent over, raised her legs, knelt on both sides of Zhao Rong's body, and sat on top of him.
"Master, please don't go too far..."
A jade hand reached down and pulled off the tattered half of the Confucian shirt that had been burned by the flames.
"Son..."
She stretched out her hand and gently touched Zhao Rong's charred face, and carefully rubbed his eyebrows and eyelashes with her fingertips.
The woman looked at him with gentle eyes.
She suddenly became a little shy, her eyes hid like a deer, and she whispered:
"Son...kiss me."
The woman held the sleeping 'terrifying' face with both hands, not caring, and shyly lowered her head to kiss his two lips that didn't look like lips...
His face turned redder.
a long time.
She raised her head, and there was blood between her lips and teeth.
The woman's throat bulged slightly, and she swallowed her mouth full of blood.
Biting her red lips, panting slightly, she breathed air for a while.
"Young Master..." She cried out affectionately, but couldn't help lowering her head and pecked his eyebrows with her blood-red lips, which she also liked now.
And then……
Luo Xiu straightened up and licked her red lips that were dyed black with her pink tongue. The taste of his flesh and blood filled her mouth.
At this time, her jet-black hair was scattered on her beautiful, white and clean back.
His whole body was as white as the heavy snow in early winter.
It is in sharp contrast to Zhao Rong below who is covered in black burns and blood.
Finally, inside the dragon coffin, the 'snow-white woman' stared at the 'dark man' with stunned eyes:
"Master... don't let me down."
boom
The mechanism of the dragon coffin was activated, and the coffin lid slowly closed, blocking the scene inside the coffin and the movements of the woman's delicate body as she lay down.
However, before the coffin lid was completely closed and seamless, a clear and painful sound of a woman's cry slipped out from the last gap. It seemed that the woman had discovered some surprising monster inside the coffin...
"Hey...Young master is bullying others!"
"..."
The thick dragon coffin blocked all sounds, and silence returned to the hall...
Gui has actually been awake for some time.
It's just that his condition is a little weak.
The sword it borrowed from 'Fu Ya' to kill the demon dragon consumed the soul power that the sword spirit had finally accumulated.
However, even though he was out of his mind and in a sluggish state, he still listened to all the conversation between Luo Xiu and Xiaoyu just now.
Gui recognized Luo Xiu, the interesting divorced daughter who was "released" by Zhao Rong that night in Xingzi Town.
She...has some of the medicinal power of Pure White Han Palace, one of the top ten sacred furnaces in the Women's Cauldron.
Therefore, Sword Spirit remembered her very clearly, and even planned to instigate Zhao Rong to raise this divorced daughter, collect her pure white cold palace, and then use it to cooperate with the ability in its memory to instantly increase height when dying.
A magical anti-path medicine that reflects the host's talent for cultivation.
Paired with the pure white Han Palace, which can be "resurrected with full blood", it is simply exquisite.
It's a pity that some fool just let Luo Xiu go.
However, the pure white Han Palace bloodline of this divorced woman does not seem to be very pure, and the medicinal power cannot reach the complete legendary Pure White Han Palace. It cannot repair the broken Dantian, damaged Lingtai Heart Lake and other spiritual foundations, and cannot cooperate with the Taoist God.
medicine.
So I didn't regret it for too long when I returned. I scolded someone and put it behind me.
But it never expected that it would meet this interesting divorced daughter again in the imperial mausoleum today, and that someone also happened to be seriously injured and on the verge of death.
"As expected of you, Zhao Rong, I, Taohuayun, would like to call you the strongest sword master in history. Oh, no wonder your kid keeps saying that you want to change your name to Taohua Sword Master every day and kill Taohua. There is no end to it, right?"
In the inner lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit had an illusory figure and complained in a low spirit.
However, it did not admire Zhao Rong for taking the long term to catch the big fish.
because……
"If you had listened to Zhao Qian'er earlier and picked up her pure white cold palace in Xingzi Town, it would have been over. Maybe it could have been used as a trump card in the previous fight with that old beast, and you could be resurrected once with full health.
It won't be as miserable as it is now. Sprinkle some cumin and chili on the meat and it can be used as barbecue and rice..."
The sword spirit is tired and can no longer complain about someone.
But now, when it saw that the woman outside seemed to be taking the initiative to serve food... no, pure white Han Palace, the sword spirit immediately cheered up.
"No, Zhao Rong has been burned like this, and you don't mind it? Are you still going to do it?"
I didn't understand it, but I was shocked.
"Really, I don't know what's so good about this guy. Let you women..." It said so, but the soul power and consciousness that had just recovered some quietly reached out to the Ajna chakra and asked
Look outside.
Gui felt that it had a strong obligation to guard the sword master when he was unconscious.
But the next second, Zheng Zheng nodded secretly and was slightly moved by his dedication to his duties, and he suddenly retracted his soul power and consciousness.
Like a frightened deer.
Because it saw... inside the dark coffin, dirty men and women, and a ferocious demonic dragon, passing through it, as if the ferocious demonic dragon in the abyss that had been beheaded appeared again...
The person seemed to be sleeping but he did not lose the martial demeanor he had when he entered the Nine Breaths not long ago. He was very brave.
Return: "…………???"
Is this reasonable?
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PS: It's a little late... Here comes 6,400 words! Two chapters in one, plus an update for the "Future" good brother leader!
Ahem, it’s not short. There are many good brothers who have given rewards and support. When I look back, Xiaorong will thank them one by one! Especially brother ‘Book Friends 2017…7484’, he is so fierce that Xiaorong is afraid...