Zhou Yunsheng woke up in the middle of the night. He felt his chest was suffocating. He immediately went to relieve the bandage because no treatment was required. After half a month, he would be fine.
Zi Xuan sat next to him, staring at him with a pair of red eyes without blinking, in fear of him disappearing. He found that he was groping in front of his chest, and hurriedly handed over the silk book. His voice was extremely hoarse: âWuji Xin Jing is here. I have been helping you keep it.â There was an implied meaning of waiting for praise.
Zhou Yunsheng received the silk script with a subtle expression.
âDonât worry, if anyone dares to hurt you or rob you in the future, he will have to step over my body.â Seeing that the man didnât respond, Zi Xuan promised more and more eagerly, and finally reached out, as if to rub his pale cheeks, but he didnât dare to move.
Zhou Yunsheng couldnât help but smile. He was very gentle, but he was also very angry and scolded by saying âfoolâ.
âYes, I am indeed a fool.â Otherwise, how could he put him in such a dangerous situation?
Zi Xuan nodded seriously.
âDo you know⌠âZhou Yunsheng curled the silk book into a tube and slapped the monk on the face, but accidentally pulled on the wound. His unfinished words were all stuck in his throat, which made him cough violently, and a trace of blood slowly came out of his lips.
âThe valley master just renewed your heart. Donât speak, let alone act recklessly. When you recover in the future, I will let you beat and scold enough.â Zi Xuan hit the manâs acupuncture points, forcefully and involuntarily takes the silk book from his palm and puts it into his sleeve, then covers him tightly, and sees that the man stares at with bright and moist peach blossom eyes. He is so itchy that he bends down slowly and pecks at his lips.
This action is like opening the gate and releasing his deep desire. His arms are on the side of the manâs face, so as not to press him, and his head is down to kiss his lips.
The palpitation of the heart felt as if it drew the soul, and it vibrated and hummed in his mind. Itâs such a wonderful feeling to mingle with the manâs lips and tongue. Itâs like floating in the air by the wind, or floating on the water by the boat. Itâs like going up and down, left and right, sometimes itâs hard to bear this joy, sometimes thereâs fear and hesitation. I wish I could hold him till our bodies become one, to completely settle down his heart.
At first, Zhou Yunsheng resisted until the manâs slippery tongue penetrated into his mouth, he would not leave until he stirred his tongue.
Aware of how addicted he is to the man under him, Zi Xuan became more and more distracted. With one hand, he gently rubbed the black earrings on his earlobes and unconsciously entered a string of codes.
There was a deep and slow âtutâ sound in the room, until the oil lamp on the table was about to go out, and Zi Xuan left the manâs lips, with an expression of indecision on his face.
He touched the manâs cold cheek, and then hung his head to peck and kiss at the tip of his nose. Then he turned over and got out of bed, adding some light to the oil lamp. Even though the crotch is separated by a loose monkâs robe, it can be seen clearly. There is also a mass of wet marks on the cloth, it was especially eye-catching.
Zhou Yunsheng couldnât move. His eyes glared at his lower body, and he scolded him in his heart: âPerverted monk!â
Zi Xuan seemed to have no idea about his embarrassment. He took off his monkâs clothes to show his strong body. Then he went into the quilt and put the man in his arms. He bit his earlobe and said, âgo to sleep.â
ZhenQi was used to heat the quilt, it was very comfortable, Zhou Yunsheng snorted twice, then just fell asleep.
Zi Xuan did not close his eyes all night, so his red eyes became more and more attracted to him.
Even if the man has been imprisoned in his arms, his fear still hasnât been reduced. The scene of the other side being stabbed through his chest is repeated in his mind again and again, which makes his heart suffer from the pain of loss again and again.
He had to stare at him with his eyes unblinking to be sure that he was still fine and did not disappear.
When Zhou Yunsheng woke up, he was looking at a pair of red eyes and gasped in surprise.
He originally thought that with the energy he had given, the monk should soon lead the uncontrollable Qi back to his Dantian, but the fact seemed to deviate from his guess.
When he opened his mouth, he found that the acupuncture point that the monk had hit had not been untied, so he could only blink and give a âmm-hmm-ahâ signal at the same time.
Zi Xuan doesnât answer him. He orders the apprentice to take the medicine and bandages and deal with the wound again. He takes a sip from the medicine bowl at the back and finds that the liquid medicine is not so hot, so he places the man on his knee and feeds him spoon by spoon.
Zhou Yunsheng wanted to avoid, but his body couldnât move, so he had to drink the medicine.
Itâs really hard to swallow the medicine added with Huanglian. It makes him choke to tears. Zi Xuan seems to like his expression while cuddles up in his arms. His eyelashes full of tears and his expression of crying without crying. He gazes for a long time after putting down the medicine bowl. He doesnât avoid the house full of medicine children and maids. He carefully kisses the man with some urgency.
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Regardless of the Buddhist discipline and the difference between good and evil, he wants him like crazy. Even if people rebel against them and the whole world comes after them, he must protect him.
The child who was about to clean up the dishes was shocked and accidentally knocked over the tray in his hand.
âJingling Clangâ of the crisp sound, the two people are still kissing, the action is more and more sentimental.
The others dare not look any more, and walk away in silence. When they leave the room, they are shocked by the cold wind.
Is that man really monk Zi Xuan? How can he kiss a man?
At the same time, a carrier pigeon fell on the window lattice of the Shenyi Valleyâs masterâs study and âchirpedâ happily.
Three days later, Zhou Yunshengâs sword wound on his chest had slightly improved. Only the toxins in his body were still rampant and could kill him at any time. Of course, it was just the pulse.
Zi Xuan goes to the medicine room every day for such a short time. The distracted eyes of the tiger make the valley master who is painstakingly developing the antidote under more pressure.
This day, as soon as he came back from the medicine room, he saw a medicine boy carrying a tray into it, with a bowl of porridge and a bowl of black medicine and placed them on the table. Zhou Yunsheng reached for the fish porridge, but he gently grasped his wrist, and helplessly persuaded: âDrink the medicine first.â
Zhou Yunsheng glared at him, turned to serve the medicine bowl, drooped his eyes and sniffed, then his face changed greatly.
Seeing the monk stirring the porridge water to send to his mouth, he grabbed the spoon and smelt it, then he dropped the bowl on the ground without saying a word.
âBangâ a dull sound, the room is quiet, the medicine boy and maid quickly knelt down to plead guilty, the face is full of confusion.
Zi Xuanâs dark eyes released a ray of killing intent and said in a deep voice, âAre the medicine and porridge poisonous?â Although it is a question, the tone is very sure.
Zhou Yunsheng nodded. He was about to raise his hand and rub his temple, but he was first held in the monkâs arms, and his hands repeatedly rubbed and stroked his back, as if to rub him into his body completely.
Zhou Yunsheng felt the fear from his slight trembling body, sighed and fell on his broad chest.
He had to let him see the blood in the Jianghu and the dangers of the peopleâs hearts, and had stimulated him to fall into the devilâs way. Because the good and the evil are not separated, and because the Buddha and himself(ZYS), he can only choose one. The betrayal of his former friends is just a prelude.
Zi Xuan breathed heavily and his hands and feet were cold.
He was so afraid, so much so that the murderous and violent feeling he repressed in his heart burned like the fire of hell.
In the alchemy room, the valley master is cutting the wrists of a young child and introducing the dark red blood of the other child into the porcelain bowl. The strong smell of blood mixed with wisps of medicine wafted in the air, which made people dizzy.
The blood was filled bowl after bowl. By the time of the fourth bowl, the continuous blood gradually became the dripping blood beads, which had been exhausted. The valley master also pointed out that he used his internal power to force the last drop of blood out of the young child, so that he could throw away the cold body.
A few disciples came in a short time, cleaning the body and the spilled blood. They were skillful and indifferent. In their view, these medicine people are no different from livestock. If they die, they will die. Itâs no big deal.
When the footsteps went away, another disciple in a white strong suit pushed the door in and arched his hands. His lips opened and closed as if he wanted to speak, but his dry throat didnât make a sound, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down one after another, drenching his clothes.
However, the valley master turned his back to him and didnât notice anything strange. On the one hand, he poured the blood into the hot pot, and on the other hand, he asked casually, âHave they drank the medicine and porridge?â â
âReporting to the valley master⌠âHe had no chance to say the rest of the words. The big hand placed between his neck exerted a little force, and in an instant he broke his neck. The crack of the bone and the sound of a body falling to the ground finally shocked the valley master.
âMonk Zi Xuan? âThe valley master went back slowly, his back almost against the red furnace.
Zi Xuan didnât talk to him much. He raised his hand and hit his acupuncture point. Then he stepped forward slowly. His red eyes were full of murderous intent, which was even more intense than the continuous spraying of hot Dan paste.
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âAntidote.â He asked for it instantly.
âNo antidote! Do you know who you are going to save? Itâs the murderous devil Yu Canghai. Your master wrote a letter saying that if you can break him by hand and take the Heart Sutra back, you will be forgiven this time. As soon as you become a good monk, why do you want to be associated with this kind of person, which will damage your accomplishments and reputation? Since ancient times, good and evil do not stand together. People in the right pathâŚâ
Without waiting for the valley master to finish, Zi Xuanâs eyes drooped and smiled. The deep and thick laughter contained several threads of internal power, which immediately shocked the valley masterâs and caused his mouth to spray blood.
âGood and evil do not stand apart? What is right and what is evil? There are countless medicine people in your valley. Every day, you must take the blood of three medicine people to make medicine. Can such atrocities also be regarded as the right people? For the sake of a Heart Sutra, you can confuse black and white, right and wrong. Even those who have killed can shake hands with their enemies and tell big lies in a flash. And the poor monkâs school helped the tyranny for a Hunyuan Buddhist who didnât know whether it existed or not. After all this, I have seen clearly that there is no so-called division between good and evil in the Jianghu, and there is no right and wrong, but only âinterestsâ. Today, I want you to understand that what the strong say is justice, and ants have no right to talk.â Then he read a sentence of Buddha with his hands together. His expression was compassionate, but his hands were extremely cruel.
There are many poisonous powders in the valley masterâs body, so he didnât come near. He only forced out a little of the violent Qi in his body, and then there was a strong wind around him, covering the valley master. After a whimper, the valley master was wounded and bleeding, but his hands were not damaged. He deliberately left them to let the valley master refine medicine.
âAntidote.â Zi Xuan spoke to him in a very plain tone, which made people shudder.
The valley master was too frightened to speak, and his eyes were full of terror.
He had never seen such an evil technique. He could turn the Qi in his body into vigorous wind and kill people invisibly while just standing in the same place. Such Martial Arts was infinitely close to those ancient great powers with the power of overwhelming mountains and rivers. With just a glance it was like a leopard. With Zi Xuanâs skill, he can wipe out the whole Central Plains Wulin, not to mention the Shenyi valley.
Just for a Shennong Ding who he doesnât know whether it exists or not, why does he have such a strong enemy?
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The valley master regretted in his heart. Seeing Zi Xuanâs two fingers together coming towards his weak point, he hurriedly called out, âPlease forgive me! Although I donât have the antidote of âQianjiâ, I have collected two pills that can neutralize all kinds of poisons. Just take them!â
Zi Xuan recovers the internal power accumulated at the fingertips and lightly opens his mouth: âThank you very much, valley master.â At this time, he was compassionate and modest, which looked exactly like the holy monk in the past, except for the pair of red eyes.
The valley masterâs heart was cold. Because his legs had been sawed by the strong wind, he had to drag his body to the darkroom, leaving a long bloodstain. When he took out the magic pill and thought that he could save his life, he was shocked to find that Zi Xuan was wearing a pair of gloves cut from a shawl, and then walked slowly.
They can keep water and fire from invading, knives and guns from entering, and they can also isolate all the filth in the world. Naturally, he is not afraid of the poison powder he smears on the bodyâs surface.
âHoly monk, you took them from my sonâŚâ Before he finished, his jaw had been broken and he could only make a whimper.
This glove is clearly the 18-year-old gift he gave his son. Why is it in Zi Xuanâs hand? Thinking of the inside story, his eyes were splitting.
Zi Xuan picked up the bottles and jars placed on the wooden shelf, regardless of whether poison or tonic, poured them all into the valley masterâs mouth, then squinted at him, and saw that his mouth was crooked, his lips were purple, obviously he was poisoned, so he took out a pill of Shendan and put it into his mouth to see the effect.
About a quarter of an hour later, the near death valley master gradually slowed down, and his purple face turned to normal wax yellow. Seeing this, Zi Xuan nodded a little. He stuffed the remaining pill into his arms and walked away.
The valley master was relieved. He thought he could finally escape a disaster, but he didnât expect a strong wind to break in from the brow and it came from the back of his head. He didnât even know how he died. The expression of his death remained on his cold face.
Todayâs chapter is early because it didnât go through editing and I had to do it today anyway so why not. This chapter was six pages so I had no time to translate another one so there will be only one for today!
Anyway what do you guys think of this? Iâm a bit sad because people like that are horrible who only think of their interests and wow people just started thinking that the ancient treasures that can be literally thought of as myths are actually a part of the Holy Sectâs treasure. These people are just dumbâŚ
4 chapters to go! This is my little countdown of hope. XD