He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, Wei Shiqi found himself lying in a fishy and stinky cave. A ray of light shone in, and the mutilated corpses, flesh and blood, were scattered all over the floor. Wei Shiqi rolled his eyes, slowly remembering everything that had happened, and his throat rattled. He took off the ten thousand-year-old dragon wood ring on his middle finger, took a deep breath, lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
I remember everything, every detail is clear. That day, Lu Ping's flesh and blood was chewed up by his teeth, ground into rough minced meat, and slid from his throat along his esophagus into his stomach, one piece after another, and he was insatiable. The vitality nourished his body, and his limbs were filled with strength again. He avoided Qingming and Pu Tianwei like a wild beast, crawled between the cliffs like a wild beast, overcame thorns and thorns, and walked on the flat ground.
Like a wild beast.
He came to Nanhua Valley, stayed up day and night, followed his instincts, preyed on monsters, and drank their blood. He didn't wake up until this moment.
Who can distinguish truth from fiction? Could the world outside the Demon Suppressing Tower be another broader "wilderness of illusion"?
Should he feel sick, cry bitterly, hate himself, and be forever shadowed by guilt, unable to extricate himself?
But this didn't happen. Wei walked out of the cave step by step, only to see that the sky and the earth were dim and snow was flying. He breathed the cold air and walked naked among the cliffs. The snow flakes fell on him. Before he got close, it turned into dense steam, and a white air surged up, condensing. And not scattered.
He traveled over the mountains and ridges to Wentang Valley, found a spring, jumped into the scalding water, closed his eyes, and allowed the hot water to flow and wash away every inch of his skin.
All the past was before his eyes, his heart was like a stone at the bottom of the water, the water passed by without leaving any trace.
I don't know how long it took, the wind and snow stopped, the red clouds dispersed, the night fell, the stars and the moon were as before, Wei Shiqi spit out the demon pill, looked up at the moonlight essence falling slowly like stardust, all the distracting thoughts in his heart disappeared, and there was no trace of it. There is neither joy nor sorrow.
The demon pill gradually became tinged with silvery gray, becoming dark and blurry. Wei Shiqi pursed his lips and inhaled, still swallowing it into the dantian, but found that the essence of the moonlight dispersed into the meridians and acupuncture points, silently, his body had reached its peak, and could not be tempered. Quenching.
If it is not broken, it will not be established. After being broken, it will be established. He brushed it from head to toe in the five-color divine light. The "Vajra" body was finally completed, the inside and outside were the same, and it was not damaged by water or fire.
If Ruan Qing had not lied to him, he would be one step closer to the "ascending treasure raft".
Wei Shiqi laughed "hehe", and the laughter became louder and louder, echoing in the warm soup valley. The birds flew away in fright and the beasts were hesitant.
The laughter was like madness and madness, flowing over the flowing stone peaks like a tide, wandering in the mountain valleys, the alchemy room and the quiet room. That night, countless swordsmen stood up in clothes, climbed up and looked into the distance, suspicious.
After a long time, the valley returned to tranquility. Wei Shiqi closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He fell into a very deep sleep, and when it was three o'clock in the morning, he suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. The warm winter sun shone on his face, the sound of water gurgled, and the surroundings were deserted.
He heard the rapid footsteps coming through the snow, and ran all the way to the spring. There were gasps and sobs, and a person knelt down behind him, wiping tears.
Wei Shiqi stood up from the water and turned around, only to see Yu Yao holding a bundle in her arms. Her beautiful face was reduced, her face was stained with tears, and her beautiful eyes were full of tiny bloodshot threads.
"You're here." He said calmly.
Yu Yao was stunned for a moment and forgot to speak. Wei Shiqi gave her a very strange feeling. He seemed to have become a stranger, rejecting people thousands of miles away. Astonishment flashed past, and she hurriedly unpacked her bag, took out clean and tidy clothes, stretched out her arms and handed them to him.
Wei Shiqi stepped ashore, and the water evaporated instantly. He put on his clothes and asked, "Who told you I was here?"
"It's Qingming. He said you were taking a bath in Wentang Valley. He asked me to send you some changes of clothes quickly, otherwise... otherwise..."
Wei Shiqi saw that she was a little nervous, knowing that Qingming could not say anything good, so he waved his hand and did not ask further.
Yu Yao stepped forward to tidy up his clothes and asked softly: "Are you... okay?"
"It's okay, it's fine. It's never been better."
"Qingming said...Master Lu did a great job...does it have to be like this?" Yu Yao hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but express her confusion. Although Lu Ping had ulterior motives, to be fair, he did treat her well. good.
Wei Shiqi stroked her face and said: "I promised Lu Wei that I would solve all your problems for you. If Lu Ping refuses to let you go, then let's cut through the mess quickly and end it once and for all."
Yu Yao's thoughts turned a thousand times, and finally turned into a faint sigh. She threw herself into Wei Shiqi's arms, hugged his waist tightly, and murmured to herself, as if she was relieved, but also as if she was convincing herself, "In the dust of the world, , I would rather love or hate... No matter what, I am finally free..."
Looking back on her destiny, Qizhen Mountain, Liushi Peak, Zhenhaiguan, Chixia Valley, like duckweed following the water, like fallen leaves following the wind, the most fortunate thing in her life was meeting her master Lu Wei who taught her carefully, and meeting someone who could Entrusted to Wei Shiqi for life. Qizhen Mountain has become a Shura field, and the dead are long gone. The only two people she cherishes are left. Her heart is so big that it can no longer tolerate others.
Feeling refreshed, even the roots of her hair and the gaps between her fingernails were washed clean. Wei Shiqi hugged her and made love to her for a while. There was a surge of heat in his belly, and he couldn't help but put his hand into her clothes. Yu Yao was flustered, pushing his chest and whispering: "Don't, don't be here..."
But Wei Shiqi did not accommodate her.
