Hidden Blade Chapter 41: 1 promise 0 gold

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Chu Qiuli had a dream.

There is a bamboo forest in my dream, which is lush and green all year round.

He stepped on the softness of the falling leaves, stepped forward, and passed through the bamboo forest.

Wow!

The scenery in front of me changed suddenly, and at the end of the bamboo forest was a waterfall.

The silver-white river water pours down from the towering cliff mouth like the collapse of the Milky Way, falling into the pool, swaying hazy water vapor, and enveloping the surrounding scenery.

In the blur, Chu Qiuli seemed to see a blue figure standing on the top of the mountain, eagerly looking into the distance.

His heart suddenly moved, and he muttered to himself: "One hundred thousand white practitioners fall into the sky, look at the homeland in Qingyi..."

"Giggle."

The cyan figure on the top of the mountain seemed to have heard Chu Qiuli's whisper. At that time, he turned his head and looked sideways in the direction where Chu Qiuli was. A silver bell-like laughter followed. Came.

"Brother Chu, what are you talking about?"

"Come up soon! Wait a while when Daddy knows you are lazy and wants to spank you!"

"The elder brother is coming back today, and he said he will bring a lot of food. If you come late, Tsing Yi will eat all of it, and nothing will be left for you."

......

The girl's sing-like voice rang back and forth in Chu Qiuli's ears. Chu Qiuli was dizzy and his head was in a trance.

But out of some subconscious drive, he still took steps and walked in the direction of the girl.

The mountain top is thousands of feet away from Chu Qiuli, but Chu Qiuli stepped on his feet, as if there was an invisible but real ladder under his feet.

He walked towards the top of the mountain, and the more he went up, the fog became denser, and the cyan figure gradually darkened and brightened, making Chu Qiuli unable to see it clearly.

He panicked, and the pace under his feet sped up a bit.

But the more you climb, the denser the fog, and the more blurred the cyan figure.

In a blink of an eye, the cyan figure completely disappeared from Chu Qiuli's eyes, and disappeared with the waterfall and lush bamboo forest.

Chu Qiuli came to a white world.

The relationship between heaven and earth, up and down, began to blur. He didn't know where he was, but he felt sad and lost in his heart.

"Tsing Yi..."

"Tsing Yi..."

He was chanting the name, but he couldn't get a response. On the contrary, the temperature of this world began to drop gradually, and a chill hit Chu Qiuli's heart. He tried to hug his body to keep warm, but the result of this was not satisfactory.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, his face turns pale, and the pace of finding a way out under his feet gradually changes from slow to halt.

He has lost half of his strength.

Chu Qiuli suddenly remembered, he seemed to be dying.

The bamboo forest and waterfall in front of the Sacred Gate of Pirates were already destroyed by the disaster. As for Tsing Yi...

How many years have I never heard her call him Brother Chu...

Think of Chu Qiuli here, as if he had been drawn from his soul, sitting on the ground sadly.

He has no intention to investigate whether he is now in a dream before his death or Wangxiangtai under the Huangquan...

All he knows is that he is dying.

"Qiu Li..."

But at this moment, there was a familiar voice in my ears.

A figure also pushed away the mist in the sky at that time, and walked in front of Chu Qiuli.

The already confused Chu Qiuli was suddenly awakened. He raised his eyes to look, but saw a figure bathed in golden light looking down at him.

The figure seemed to be an old man, but he was wrapped in golden light after all, Chu Qiuli couldn't see his appearance really, but felt familiar inexplicably.

He stared at it for a long while, or because of his thoughts, he suddenly murmured...

"Master..."

The golden figure who heard this did not refute it. He just stretched out his hand and pressed it on Chu Qiuli’s chest. At that time, a golden light poured into Chu Qiuli’s body, and then the warmth came from his limbs. Well, it expelled the chill out of his body.

The golden figure retracted his hand at this moment and was about to leave.

But Chu Qiuli shouted: "Master! The disciple is useless, he failed to avenge his master, failed to take care of Tsing Yi..."

The leaving figure paused after hearing the words, and after a long period of indifference, he glanced at Chu Qiuli sideways and said: "There is nothing invincible in the world, like a man, heaven The same is true."

"Before the time is right, you can wait at ease, wait for the young man to hold the sword, and wait for the butterfly to return from its cocoon..."

......

In the gloomy room of the inn, Xu Han stared at Mr. Wei who was sitting cross-legged and bathed in golden light.

On the surface, Xu Han didn't reveal anything unusual, but he was somewhat worried.

This method of stealing life is really too mysterious, Xu Han is not sure whether Mr. Wei can successfully complete it.

And just as he was thinking about this, the old man with closed eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light around him also dissipated at that moment.

"How?" Xu Han walked up to the old man for the first time and asked.

Mr. Wei raised his eyes and glanced at him, before he said: "Tomorrow will be alive and well."

When Xu Han heard this, his face was immediately happy, and he was about to say thank you, but as if thinking of something, he looked at the old man again and asked: "But why didn't I notice the backlash mentioned by the husband? Is there something in it? What's wrong?"

Mr. Wei smiled faintly and stood up, "The old man never talks rashly."

"Then..." Xu Han wanted to take Mr. Wei's temperament, and he would definitely not lie to him on such matters. But the so-called causal backlash that Mr. Wei had said to him scorchingly before, he never felt it.

"The method of stealing life, whether it is the death of life or the consequences of the karma, is the caster himself, the old man does not have the ability to transfer it to the younger brother." Mr. Wei said so, with an expression on his face. Calm is like stating a trivial thing that couldn't be more common.

But the facts are obviously not as simple as Mr. Wei said.

Those karmic fruits and diminished longevity~IndoMTL.com~ make Chu Qiuli, who is in his prime of life, dead.

Since Mr. Wei has used the method of stealing his life to save Chu Qiuli, he will inevitably have to bear these things for Chu Qiuli. Xu Han really does not understand how the friendship between Mr. Wei and Chu Qiuli can be achieved. To the point?

But Mr. Wei obviously didn't mean to solve Xu Han's confusion, instead he said again: "I said that the price you need to pay to save him far exceeds the price of this life-stealing method..."

"But you seem to understand what I mean. I don't want your life..."

Xu Han was stunned when he heard this. He did subconsciously think that Mr. Wei’s so-called price was the consequence he had to bear after he had changed his life, but now that he has been thinking about it, Mr. Wei has never been sure of this. Word.

Xu Han's complexion couldn't help but change. Since Mr. Wei is willing to bear such a high price to save Chu Qiuli, then what he wants will never be a mortal thing. Thinking of this, Xu Han's face suddenly Seriously, he asked: "What do you want, Mr.?"

The old man smiled, nodded and smiled: "A promise."