This question is very strange and abrupt. Even if most people hear the other party ask them directly how their master is, they will directly draw their swords and no one will say anything.
But Han Qiaozhi just chuckled and still replied: "Master is kind-hearted and treats everyone equally."
"Okay." Then Su Xing asked another direct question, "What about Master Yuli?"
Han Qiaozhi paused for a moment and answered in a low voice, as if she was afraid that the Yuli Peak Master would hear: "I'm not sure about this, but once the master talked about the other party and commented on his innocence and wisdom."
Su Xing nodded, and Han Qiaozhi added: "Junior Sister Lin is just an ordinary disciple in Yuli Peak. Did you face any difficulties when you went to Yuli Peak to apply rain last time?"
Su Xing nodded and shook his head.
"If anything happens, just come to Yanhan Peak to find Qiaozhi, and I will stand up for you."
After chatting for a while, Han Qiaozhi said goodbye and left without waiting for long.
After an hour, dusk gradually came, and Su Xing accidentally regained his clarity.
When Han Qiaozhi arrived just now, he was in a daze and seemed to have missed the opportunity to convey information to the other party. However, Pharmacist Wang specially came here to salute and then stood not far away, which was not a deterrent.
If he directly or secretly delivers a distress message to Han Qiaozhi, if he is discovered, it will cause unpredictable results.
Qiaozhi has left, and thinking about it again is nothing more than an afterthought. Not one to be indecisive, he put the matter behind him. The last scene before Han Qiaozhi's farewell today came to mind.
"Xixi, why are you so nice to me?" Su Xing asked ignorantly, holding the Yanhan token.
This is also an abrupt question. Normally, he would not be so direct.
However, Han Qiaozhi still didn't feel anything was wrong. Ruyu's face turned a little pink, but she still said openly:
"Because Brother Su is Qiaozhi's cherished friend."
value.
One is Lin Xixi and the other is Han Qiaozhi. Perhaps, I was really lucky in this life and met two worthy friends.
After withdrawing his thoughts, Su Xing sat in the courtyard and put the token on his forehead.
After more than half an hour, I put away my token and knew the route to Yanhan Peak by heart.
Everything, just wait for tomorrow.
...
At midnight the next day, the sky was gloomy and black clouds gathered, pressing directly on the top of the mountain.
Inside the wooden house on the mountainside of Dongshan Mountain, the light is dim and the air is dull.
Su Xing opened his eyes, his face was a little pale, he was wearing dark underwear, and he had been lying on the bed for two or three quarters of an hour. His eyes were staring at the roof blankly, his eyes turning occasionally, and there were two words sewn with needle and thread in many places inside the quilt.
Kung Fu.
But his sight was just a glance, and his brain didn't even have the motivation to think about its meaning.
Laziness, sleepiness, stagnation.
I just want to lie down like this forever.
It’s just...it hurts...
The tearing pain has continued since I woke up.
Su Xing groaned unconsciously - he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.
But still, with the pain in my body and the vague irritability in my heart, I managed to gather the strength to pull out my hand. The long-sleeved underwear had been cut into short sleeves at some point.
There was some mild itching in the forearm, and I glanced at it lightly.
Kung Fu.
He looked at these two words and seemed unable to remember what they were. But he still used his instinctive curiosity and the increasingly obvious pain to generate some strength and struggled to sit up.
Lift the quilt.
He finally found the source of the pain: the dark underwear was bleeding. There was not much blood, but it seemed to have been bleeding for a long time. There were a few blood stains on the white sheets that were already dark red and black.
There are many sore spots on the lower body, some are exposed, and some are soaked with blood under the clothes.
Either complete, or covered by bloodstains or clothing.
The outlines of two characters are faintly visible.
Kung Fu!
A creepy feeling came over my heart!
A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind eagerly and violently! Like a bolt from the blue!
The spiritual energy starts to circulate around the world instantly!
The Fuso Shengsheng Technique operates.
Phew~
It was like an invisible wind blowing through my mind, blowing away the fog that shrouded the entire sea of consciousness.
Su Xing's eyes returned to calmness and clarity.
Fuso spiritual energy began to be consciously used to heal the wounds all over the body. But some clothes have adhered to flesh and blood and become one. He pulled hard and tore the clothes apart, causing the wound to be torn open again.
He frowned slightly, but his expression did not change.
Compared with the fate of falling into the abyss forever, these pains are nothing more than mosquito bites.
Fortunately, the Fuso Reiki had miraculous effects, and the wound was not too deep, so the blood stains stopped quickly, and the torn wound healed almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Su Xing recalled and sorted out the memories of the previous two days.
In order to prevent today from being more deeply influenced and controlled by Xuan Kui behind her, to the point of being unable to wake up. His arrangement yesterday was almost blatant. In addition to his body, the word "Gongfa" is written all over the slightly hidden corners of the house.
But he deliberately wore black underwear, and the night was dark, hoping that the other party would not notice the handwriting he left.
However, even if you find it, you may not know what it means.
About a quarter of an hour later, Su Xing saw that the wound was no longer bleeding, so he changed into his usual Ling Zhifu uniform.
But he didn't wash his face, and his long, shiny black hair had not been cleaned for several days.
From the perspective of a practitioner, the whole person looks a little dirty and embarrassed, and is no longer as handsome as before.
However, Su Xing didn't care about this. He pulled down the latch and opened the door. The sky outside the house was gloomy and no one could be seen. Pharmacist Wang and Ling Zhifu, who came to build the Hanchen flower field, should be at the foot of the mountain at this time.
It stands to reason that Su Xing should now apply with Pharmacist Wang as promised and leave Dongshan for Yuli Peak.
However, he is not a three-year-old child, and he does not place his hopes on the other party to keep his promise, or to be intimidated by the power of the ethereal Jin Dan Master who is far away in the horizon.
What's more, Su Xing's rhetoric itself is deceptive.
He pinched the "Yanhan Peak" token in his sleeve.
His consciousness condensed, and his spiritual energy gathered behind his back. Gradually, the Fuso aura shimmered with a faint green light and surged out of the body.
Gradually... completely cover the entire Xuankui pattern on the back!
.......
At the moment when the black sunflower pattern on Su Xing's back was completely covered.
Some unknown room.
The sky outside was gloomy, the doors and windows inside were closed, and no candles were lit. There was no light at all, like an abyss swallowing everything.
However, in this "abyss", a woman's laughter suddenly sounded infinitely charming and seemed to arouse the deepest desires in people's hearts.
"The mark disappeared...hehehe."
"Sure enough, I didn't disappoint the slave family... It's not a waste of the slave family pretending to be blind these past few nights."
"Ah...you are mine, and she won't let you."
The room soon fell into darkness and silence again.
I don't know how long it took before another groan-like murmur sounded.
"How many years has it been...someone else..."
Like joy, like sighing.
.......
On the east mountain, while Su Xing was covering his back with black sunflower patterns, in the house at the foot of the mountain, Medicine Master Wang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and turned to look at the mountainside.
His face was pale and his eyes were a little numb. He slowly stood up from the ground, and in the process, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Ahem...ahem."
Pharmacist Wang coughed weakly. There were a few red pills scattered on the table nearby. He picked up one and poured it into his mouth.
A little blood came out of his pale face.
Glancing at the gloomy sky outside the window, he walked towards the door of the house.
When he reached the door, he stopped, pondered for a while, and took out two tightly sealed porcelain bottles from his storage bag.
There is a note on each porcelain bottle.
One said "die at the third watch".
One is called "Crow's Heart".
After hesitating for a moment, as if remembering something, he put away the black porcelain bottle with the words "Midnight Death" on it.
He opened the porcelain bottle with the inscription "Crow's Heart" on it and poured it onto his body.
Round green seeds were spat out from the bottle one after another, with a dense layer of thin claws on the outside, like cocklebur fruits, but much smaller than them, only as big as a grain of rice.
And his clothes seemed to be specially made. If you look closely, there seems to be a thin layer of down on the outside.
The seeds were sprinkled using a special technique, and they quickly adhered to the body roughly evenly, leaving nothing on the ground.
The whole body is covered with a blue robe, so it is not obvious that the seeds are sticking to the body.
After doing all this, he opened the door and walked towards the wooden house where Su Xing was on the hillside of Dongshan Mountain.
