Sealing Sword Chapter 82: Dust
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Sun Minfeng's existence is probably for the purpose of stepping into the mud and never turning over.
After returning to Liufengju, Sun Minfeng first gave Chu Xiwei an acupuncture, picking all the odd acupuncture points to make a comatose person wake up alive, but he didn't even have the strength to scold him.
After applying the acupuncture, he instructed Ye Fusheng to use internal force to force out the blood in Chu Xiwei's body, and he sent his men to burn a large bucket of potion.
According to Chu Xiwei’s current situation, ordinary drugs had little effect on him, so Sun Minfeng simply gave him strong drugs. When Ye Fusheng saw the bucket of dark stuff, he didn’t realize that it was a drug. bath.
The color is daunting, and the taste is a ten-step killer.
As soon as she woke up, Chu Xiwei saw such a bucket of extinct divine objects, her eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and she was about to leave as soon as she flicked her sleeves, but Ye Fusheng stepped forward and clicked.
"You..."
He has just been forcibly suppressed by Shen Wuyuan's Dantian Zhenqi, and Sun Minfeng's poisonous hand, now how can he have the strength to open the acupoint? He could only stare at Ye Fusheng with a pair of fast-breathing eyes, and said angrily: "I'm fine! Let go of me!"
"Drunks never say that they are drunk, and people who are sick are the same." Ye Fusheng shrugged and sealed the dumb acupoints. Then he turned to look at Sun Minfeng.
Sun Minfeng held back his smile and said: "The time is almost too. You can take him off and throw him in."
When Chu Xiwei heard this, let alone her face, the roots of her ears started to blush. At first glance, it looked like a cooked crab, let alone its teeth and claws, even the eyes were fixed on Ye Fusheng.
Ye Fusheng didn't think much about it. He learned from Shen Wudu about the reason why Chu Xiwei made a mistake in his internal skills. He was distressed and angry, mixed with guilt and helplessness, and his heart was as if he had overturned a five-flavored bottle. Just thinking about how to solve the problem, how can I care about whether he blushes or not?
Sun Min wittily told him all the things he needed to pay attention to, so he found an excuse to go out and closed the door easily.
As soon as the outsider left, Ye Fusheng was no longer polite. He stretched out his claws and wiped his upper body completely. When the shirt was also taken off, he touched his chin and said:" I can’t tell Ayao, the meatballs so stocky when I was young, now..."
Although he was ridiculing, it was also the truth-when Chu Yao was a child, he was very chubby and extremely cute. Even if he practiced martial arts with him for three years, he only smoked a little, he still looked meaty. Pleasant.
But now Chu Xiwei has not only grown taller, but also thinner.
The trousers of the lower body wraps two slender and powerful legs. The upper body is naked and exposed to the air. There is no unevenness in the chest, abdomen, waist and back, and the muscles are well-proportioned. In addition, Chu Xiwei's complexion is paler than others. Under the lights, there is jade polished, reflecting the long hair of crow feathers scattered on the back, and there is a kind of seductive and ghostly seductive feeling in a trance.
Of course, Ye Fusheng has never seen a naked body.
Let’s not say that most of the Shadow Guards are a bunch of rough guys. Even when he went to do spy work, he didn’t even know how many times he lay on the beam and watched fairies fights. No matter how beautiful the skin was in his eyes It was just a piece of meat, and the glamorous killer who had the reputation of "Hua Niang" was also severed by a knife while seducing him.
Ye Fusheng thought that he had already reached an extraordinary realm where he was beyond beauty. He didn't expect to be dazzled by a man's body today.
He was startled first, then subconsciously closed his eyes, pressed his chest down and said in secret: "Strange, what do I do if my heart beats so fast?"
Although Ye Fusheng hasn't really enjoyed the taste of Wenxiang Nephrite, he is also an old coachman who has been among thousands of flowers and does not touch his body. Of course, he does not think he will like men, even if he is a beauty.
What's more, this beauty is still his little apprentice in the final analysis. It is not necessary to be a master, but it can't be such a beast.
After reading the "Pure Heart Sutra" twice in silence, Ye Fusheng opened his eyes, hugged the person on the stool and took off his pants and footwear. He was still a little nervous and didn't dare to look carefully. Putting Chu Xiwei into a wooden barrel like throwing hot potato, she splashed water on her face due to shaking hands.
Soaking in medicated baths emphasizes the smooth flow of meridians and the flow of blood and blood. Of course, Ye Fusheng is not good to continue to hold him, raised his hand to relieve the acupuncture point, thinking that Chu Xiwei would splash him with water on his face, or just jump out to follow him Have a fight. But she didn't expect that Chu Xiwei was still soaking in it quietly after the acupuncture point was relieved. She just stared at him fiercely and closed her eyes as if resting.
This is not much like Chu Xiwei's temper. Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes and keenly noticed that Chu Xiwei's body was trembling slightly. After soaking in for a moment, there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
He was taken aback, lifted his sleeve with one hand to wipe off the sweat on Chu Xiwei's face, and put the other hand into the potion.
This potion is boiled and then let cool, so there is no white gas or heat, but as soon as it touches the flesh, it is like dense needles piercing through the pores, not only painful, but also a strange chill. Bone into. Ye Fusheng withdrew his hand subconsciously, only to see that Chu Xiwei had opened his eyes and stared at him.
Sun Minfeng seldom used medicine to invigorate and soften, not to mention that Chu Xiwei would have to do it hard. Although the medicine in this medicinal bath is carefully matched by him, it is harmless to the body and can restore his damaged meridians as soon as possible, but the medicine is fierce, and the special cold toxins forcefully suppress the restlessness in his body, and the pain is simply difficult. Speak.
The nine great acupuncture points opened up by acupuncture are like nine holes growing in the body at this moment, absorbing the power of water medicine frantically, mobilizing blood to penetrate the limbs, and passing this piercing pain to every body. In one place, the cycle goes back and forth, and it is no different from going to **** and suffering.
Rao is that Chu Xiwei has learned to tolerate in the past ten years, and now she is almost unable to bear it, but she is unwilling to show embarrassment in front of Ye Fusheng, so she has to grit her teeth, even if she can't bear it, she will tolerate it from scratch.
But patience will eventually come to an end, and even if the bowstring collapses to the extreme, it will break.
Chu Xiwei felt the pain and bitterness, and also felt cold to the bone, like a living person being tied to an iceberg and cracked alive, and then took a blunt knife and threw it down.
He clenched his hands into fists, with nails embedded in his palms, but the pain was trivial, and it didn't keep him clear.
The cold and painful brain began to trance, and Chu Xiwei inexplicably remembered when she was a child many years ago.
Tianhuang nobleman, grandchildren and grandchildren, not to mention pain, even hardship is not twice, the worst cry when I was a child, I was bitten by the calf when I ran in the garden to tease a dog and it was just broken Pi's wounds can make him cry like a tabby cat, and his mother and concubine have to coax him with snacks, and Hun's brother can only play around with him on his back.
He once thought that he could live a life of being held up like this for the rest of his life, without worrying too much, or forbearing.
No matter how much self-righteousness is expected, it is no match for fate and good luck.
Chu Xiwei tugged at the corner of her mouth with difficulty, feeling that her bones were about to be frozen and cracked. Finally, he couldn't help but move, climbing on the edge of the barrel with trembling hands, and about to stand up from it.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly pressed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed the person back without saying anything. Chu Xiwei's face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Ye Fusheng!"
"Ghost doctor said, you have to soak for an hour sober, and it's only halfway through." Ye Fusheng stood beside him, watching Chu Xiwei's bleeding lips, "Ayao, bear with me. ."
Chu Xiwei stared at him blankly, her eyes faded away from the ridicule, revealing a long-lasting seriousness, just like they did in the past.
Chu Xiwei, who has been very quiet, suddenly began to struggle.
He moved violently, Ye Fusheng's brows became more and more frowning, but he didn't dare to tap acupuncture points and he didn't dare to make heavy hands. It was really difficult to suppress a man who was a little taller than himself. He could only hold him while holding him. Soften his tone: "Ayao, be patient and patient, just be patient."
"No..." Chu Xiwei's breathing was already turbulent. He was so painful that he couldn't think about it. He instinctively wanted to crawl out, her eyes were confused, and she muttered, "I'm cold...I hurt ……"
His voice is not loud, even faint, but Ye Fusheng can hear it clearly.
He looked at Chu Xiwei’s dizzy eyes and felt the trembling body under his hands. He knew that if it weren’t really painful, this stubborn, dead-hearted eye would never appear in such a posture, just like a prisoner. The dying struggle of the sleepy beast.
Chu Xiwei was unable to move when he was holding it down, and her body began to twitch in pain. She was about to bite her tongue. A finger suddenly got stuck between his lips and teeth and was bitten tightly.
Ye Fusheng's right index finger has a small tooth mark that has lasted for many years, and it is now covered by a new mark, as if it was an alternation of the old and the new years late.
Chu Xiwei was unconscious, and the bite strength was naturally not small. Ye Fusheng felt the sharp pain from his fingers, blood was already flowing out, and he was subconscious by Chu Xiwei who was thirsty in his mouth. Licked.
The sharpness of the teeth and the softness of the tip of the tongue are like the sharp contrast between ice and fire.
The warm blood entered his throat, and Chu Xiwei was shocked as if he was scalded. He looked at Ye Fusheng, who was pale, and subconsciously let go, but suddenly there was a flower in his eyes.
Ye Fusheng supported with his left hand, turned over and jumped into the bucket. This tub is not very big. Two tall and long men will inevitably get crowded when soaking together. As a result, the water level rises and overflows over his neck.
He stared at Ye Fusheng blankly, and said with difficulty; "What are you...what are you doing here?"
"I think you hurt so much and can't coax you, so I have to accompany you to share the joys and sorrows." Ye Fusheng's clothes were soaked and uncomfortable to stick to him, not to mention the potion itself. Holding on to not embarrassing in front of his apprentice, Ye Fusheng put Chu Xiwei's head on his shoulder with one hand, and slowly touched his hair with his bleeding right hand, just like calming a child, coaxing: "Be more patient. , Just endure it... Don't be afraid, I am here."
Chu Xiwei was caught off guard by him, and she felt unspeakable sadness and joy before she had any thoughts in her heart.
Suddenly tears came to my eyes.
Chu Xiwei hasn't cried for a long time. In the past ten years, he has learned to grind hardship, not to mention the hardship of "cutting teeth and swallowing blood".
But now being hugged by Ye Fusheng is better than the **** mouth wounds of more than three thousand days and nights, and it is also better than the pain of life is better than death.
The hot tears fell down his face and landed on Ye Fusheng's shoulders. He paused without saying a word, but his movements to appease Chu Xiwei were lighter.
As if the time has turned back in an instant, he has become that soft-minded boy again, and the man in his arms has also turned into a crying child, no one is hiding, frankly all the joys, anger, sorrow and joy.
For a long time, Ye Fusheng spoke: "Before the Shocking Pass, I thought I was dead. I was not afraid at that time, but it was a pity that I would miss your appointment."
Chu Xiwei's body stiffened, and I heard him continue to say: "Later, I was lucky not to die. I should have gone to you immediately, but I was grateful for Wuyi's great kindness, and I needed it for him, but I hated it. At that time, I was thinking ...If God has eyes, wait until I finish this thing, and leave a breath of time to come to you.
"Dou Feng will change. I was thinking when Wang Hai Chao was poisoned... I will do what I say in my life, but I will always miss your appointment. When Huang Quan comes, I must overthrow Meng Po Tang, and I will lay my face. See you again in a hundred years, and scold me for not keeping your promise... Fortunately, you are here."
Chu Xiwei's voice is hoarse: "What are you...what are you trying to say?"
"Ayao, I'm sorry to you, no matter Gu Xiao or Ye Fusheng, I'm sorry to you." Ye Fusheng smiled lightly, "You hate me, as it should be; you kill me, I am willing to... …So, I will give you all my life and death, why do you force yourself to this day?"
Chu Xi twitched the corner of her mouth slightly: "You don't understand..."
Ye Fusheng said: "Then tell me and listen."
Chu Xiwei slowly left his shoulders, holding Ye Fusheng's arms with trembling hands, her eyes met, and her eyes were deep and dark as never before.
Life and death can have human differences, love and hate are never involuntary.
Chu Xiwei took a deep breath. He looked at Ye Fusheng's face and said: "You have been hit by the'You Meng', and you will die soon."
Ye Fusheng: "This is nothing wrong, it can be regarded as retribution, no regrets, the left and right items will be charged to your account. As long as you take it away before the poison is issued, it will be regarded as the end of our grievance." /
He was so calm about life and death. Chu Yao once envied this kind of calmness, but now Chu Xiwei has developed an uncontrollable anger.
The next moment, Ye Fusheng only felt that his shoulder was pushed hard, and his whole body was pressed against the wall of the barrel behind him.
I haven't spoken yet, Chu Xiwei has already bowed her head and kissed her, like a dragonfly, almost not a kiss, but it flew Ye Fusheng's soul out of the clouds.
The wind that didn't know how to blow opened the window, bringing a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, Ye Fusheng suddenly remembered the dreamlike drunk last night, and remembered his own incompatibility. His words and deeds after drinking, and Chu Xiwei tolerantly kissed wildly.
He looked at Chu Xiwei blankly, unable to say anything for a while.
"Back then, when the palace changed, you fought against the battle and caused my father and king to lose his merits and defeat the Golden Palace. You also caused my mother and concubine to set himself on fire, ruining my half-life beautiful future. I was not enough to stab you twice. There is no way for Dao Wanqi to criticize..." After a pause, Chu Xiwei's voice slowly became muffled, "But you saved me again and again, and even ten years of being held in prison for the court, there is no shortage of life for me... …I was born because of you, but how can I afford it and let it go?"
Chu Xiwei touched his face with a trembling hand: "Master, there is a dilemma between love and hatred between you and me. Before I saw you, I was thinking madly, I wish I could eat meat... It can be seen that you suffer, the pain is unbearable, and it is more than a thousand cuts... I say this, you can understand what I am embarrassing, what is it?"
He thought that he could suppress this unethical, secular, and guilty delusion of ancestors' hatred for his whole life. He often couldn't bear it. For fear of leaking such sinful thoughts, he couldn't help himself. After all, he couldn't help it.
Ye Fusheng had a few drunken words last night, and suddenly he didn't want to bear it.
Life is in a rush like a white horse passing through a gap, empty of love, hatred, and hatred. In the end, there is nothing.
This is the case of the father and the concubine, and the same is true of countless people he has seen in half of his life.
He wants to be selfish after all.
I returned to the forbidden place for enshrining my parents’ spiritual seat early this morning. Chu Xiwei knelt for six hours in front of the spirit, kowtow to plead for sin, and acted on the family law.
Cut off the pulse with three fingers, destroying the heart and cracking the bones, even if he did it himself, he almost couldn't get up, otherwise he would not have almost no fight back when facing Duan Qing.
The punishment of three-finger cut pulse is to please three sins——
I invite the unfilial son to let go of old grudges and admire the enemy;
Secondly, the unfilial son will not think about it, and will not continue the incense;
Thirdly, the love of unfilial sons is the place where you will die until death.
This life's grievances are difficult to resolve, and it is difficult to lose in love. If it is negative, it will be both love and hate. If it is successful, please extend the grace of heaven for a few years. He will fall into the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, forget the bitter waters of the river, dismantle the bones as bridges, pave the roads, cross the reincarnation of the spirits of parents, and live thereafter To repay the liver and brain.
This confession of heart and lungs broke all Ye Fusheng's wild thoughts and presumptions. He looked at Chu Xiwei dumbfounded, but he couldn't say a word.
Chu Xiwei slowly hugged him, Ye Fusheng's body shook, and he subconsciously pushed him away, but he felt the head lightly on his shoulder, mixed with wet tears, and rubbed. Own neck.
Chu Xi said in a dumb voice: "Master, I don't want you to die, I... only you are left."
Floating life is like a leaf, and death is like a lamp.
God's will toss and turn, persuade a little dust.