Chapter 75： The initiator

When Xu Xingzhi woke up, the first thing that caught his eye was the curtain that was filled with the breeze and fluttered like a butterfly.

In the distance, there should be a Taoist temple view, the wind hits the bell, and the sound is sent to the room, so that Xu Xingzhi’s mind is clearer.

He earned from the soft and unfamiliar bed, but he only felt that he was sitting upright, as if the left side was heavier than the right side.

His body was like a steel scale with too many heavy objects hanging on it, and he couldn't help but slant to the left.

Xu Xingzhi instinctively wanted to find out his right hand to support his body. The result was that he had planted a bed after a hoarse pain.

... well, holding his waist in time with a pair of arms.

In Xu Xingzhi’s ear, the armpit-like blasting sounded, and the one-handed hand grabbed the cloak of the person’s clothes, and painfully hit his head in his arms, but it’s not a shame to shout.

Tears with large drops of water fell on his face. Xu Xingzhi smeared his own eyes with some doubts, only to feel that it was hot.

After he opened his eyes and saw the face of the person in front of him, he did not consciously reveal a smile.

The smile involved his face, and there was a large piece of cold sweat falling down: "...and crying. What are you crying?"

Meng Zhongguang whispered with a cry: "Brother, I really should kill them!"

His voice was so low that it sounded like a little suckling dog was worried.

However, God knows that he is bringing his brother to here, uncovering his brother’s blood-soaked sleeves, and wanting to see how his injury is, but only seeing a group of **** and fuzzy white bones.

He was crying to death with the residual arm, and now his eyes are still swollen.

At that time, he could not wait to immediately return to Fengling, cut off the first level of Guangfujun, and gave a bad breath to the brothers.

But he is already scared.

He was afraid that if he left his brother, and the brothers had three long and two shorts, he would not be as happy as he was.

On these two days, he was inseparable from his brother. Who wanted to just tell the young man to send hot water to the room, and the brothers would have some trouble.

After a little slower, Xu Xingzhi was hugged back to the couch by Meng Zhongguang.

Xu Xingzhi said that it does not appear in what he feels.

He clearly remembered everything that happened before he was in a coma, remembering the taste of Master's blood splashing in his mouth, but his heart was crisp and crisp, and he didn't feel anything, it didn't hurt, it was magical.

Meng Zhongguang, who is red with his nose, looks a little funny, so Xu Xingzhi laughs naturally: "Isn't it mad?"

As soon as he mentioned this matter, Meng Zhongguang’s face was immediately pale.

If he did not rebel with his brother, if he could come back earlier...

Seeing that Meng Zhongguang’s eyes were red, if the face was gray, and a pair of people would be crying on the spot, Xu Xing’s one fell, and he habitually wanted to hold people on the shackles. I didn’t expect Meng Zhongguang to compare. He took a step forward and reached out and took himself into his arms, holding his arms still trembled.

However, Meng Zhongguang did not dare to use half of his strength on Xu Xingzhi. The iron arm muscles were struggling to compete with themselves. It was not Xu Xingzhi who was in his arms, but a precious and fragile porcelain.

Xu Xingzhi has always been the one who holds people. He can stand up like a child like a child. He is numb at a time, but he is very soft and unable to push people away: "Heavy light..."

Meng Zhongguang whispered: "Don't move the brother. Be careful of the wound."

Xu Xingzhi is now moving a little bit of white mist in front of him. In order to make himself feel better, he simply gave up the struggle and placed his hand on the shoulder of Meng Zhongguang.

He asked: "How long have I slept?"

Meng Zhongguang softly voiced: "Two days."

...but in his eyes it seems to be a full two years.

“How is Fengling Mountain?”

"Yuexiyun searched everywhere for us." Meng Zhongguang was afraid that Xu Xingzhi had listened to the uncomfortable, carefully leaning over and touching the soft lips of Xu Xing. "The brothers are relieved, we are a thousand miles away from Fengling. They can't find us."

When Xu Xingzhi heard this, he gradually dissipated consciousness.

In the next few days, he woke up and slept, mixed with chaos, and occasionally launched a high fever, doing the dream of rolling back and forth in the stove and ice water.

He has a clear and complete consciousness, which is the night after seven days.

Meng Chongguang always kept his clothes on his side and saw Xu Xingzhi's eyes, thinking that he was temporarily awakened this time, helped him to drink some water, and silently held him to lie down.

After thinking about it for a long while, Xu Xingzhi whispered and said: "Hand."

Meng Zhongguang’s back was stretched and he climbed up: “... hurts?”

Xu Xingzhi recovered some of his gaze and looked at him with his head: "...do one more hand. Otherwise it's bare, it looks ugly."

Meng Zhongguang gently embraced the head of Xu Xingzhi and stunned two: "Well."

"The iron is too heavy, and the wood is easy to attract insects." Xu Xingzhi whispered, "You help me think about it, what material is better."

As he said, he moved his body, but he accidentally picked up a layer of pink and thin wounds, and he took a slight breath.

Meng Zhongguang’s nervous voice has changed: "Brother!"

Xu Xingzhi snorted: "I was shocked. It hurts me, it is not your pain."

Meng Zhongguang's face was white and grabbed Xu Xingzhi's left hand, letting the cold palm stick to his chest, softly said: "Nonsense. Seeing the brothers are uncomfortable, heavy light can hurt here."

Xu Xingzhi's powerlessly raised his hand and pinched his warm back neck: "...silly."

Meng Zhongguang bowed his head and decided to let him care.

After the relatives, the two continued to lie side by side in peace, as if they were still resting in the sleeping hall of Fengling Mountain, nothing happened.

After a short while, Xu Xingzhi asked the question of Meng Zhongguang a few days ago: "How is Fengling?"

Meng Zhongguang licked his lips and said: "When I left the Fengling on my day, I had already decided with Yue Xiyun. After ten days, he did not investigate the cause and effect of the incident. If you were innocent, I took it. His life."

He did not intend to ask how Xu Jingzhi’s Qing Jingjun died.

In his opinion, the brothers and the Master have a very good relationship, and the brothers are absolutely impossible to start the teacher, so he must be defamed.

When I heard Meng Zhongguang, Xu Xingzhi’s heart was unprecedentedly calm.

When he was framed as a ghost, he still had the urge to defend himself, but now he has personally killed Master, and there is nothing to say.

Xu Xingzhi, who thought of this layer, was still very calm, and it was so calm that a tear could not flow.

He can even tease Meng Zhongguang calmly: "Heavily, can you fight with Guangfujun?"

Unsurprisingly, Meng Zhongguang knew that he had lost his words, and immediately froze, and he was arrogant: "I..."

Xu Xingzhi continued to ask: "What was in your mouth before the Qingzhu Temple?"

Meng Zhongguang panicked.

In front of the Qingzhu Temple, he saw the blood flow of his brother, but he feared that he was seriously injured, and he directly transferred his own demon to the mouth of Xu Xing, and hung the veins for him, but completely forgot that he completely exposed the identity of the demon to him. Xu Xingzhi.

This is the end of the matter, and it is useless to repudiate. Meng Zhongguang only has to hide his head and recognize: "Brother, I didn't mean to lie to you..."

He can say that he has no confidence in himself.

In the past ten years, he has never said his true identity. He is still a spoiled brother. He pretends to be a master. He will be with his genius in the arms of his brother. He is only enjoying the brothers. Your own good, saying that he did not deliberately conceal, the ghost is willing to believe.

Under the gaze of Xu Xing's blink of an eye, Meng Zhongguang was so flustered that he couldn't let go of the sleeves of Xu Xing's left hand: "Brother, you should reason me..."

Xu Xingzhi sideways, looking at him by moonlight, the pale lips picked up, and pulled out his sleeve from the hands he grabbed.

Not waiting for Meng Zhongguang to rush to ask for mercy, Xu Xingzhi put it in his ear and whispered: "Talk about it, how can I punish you?"

Xu Xingzhi's dumb person is tight, Meng Zhongguang's heart is loose, knowing that Xu Xingzhi is not really angry with his own body, immediately clings to his body: "Heavy light to serve as punishment, as long as the brother does not give birth to me, How is it?"

"I will punish you for making my hand from now on." Xu Xingzhi bit his ear and whispered, "...and, don't be difficult for Fenglingshan."

"I don't want to open the killing ring. I just want to ask the brothers to be happy." Meng Zhongguang's child slammed his head in the arms of Xu Xing, gently licking his left chest, like a heart beating inside the kiss. "If the brothers don't feel so happy, I will go back and kill them all the time. If the brothers don't care, why should I care about them?"

Xu Xingzhi was determined to look at the young man in front of him, extending his left hand, his fingers stroking his forehead, and touching his back.

This is the first time that Meng Zhongguang has exposed his sharp fangs in front of him, but he can't afford his anger.

He knew that Meng Zhongguang was a demon thing, but he did not know that he had always concealed his own strength.

It is reasonable to say that he should ask Meng Zhongguang some time, but Xu Xingzhi suddenly thought before the opening, that when he forced the Yuan Ying Lei robbery, he and Meng Zhongguang fell into the mountains.

After returning, he also boasted with Zhou Beinan, saying that he had only received a thunder and fainted, and did not suffer any crimes. The body of the Yuan Ying is almost equivalent to white.

However, that time... In fact, the heavy light blocked the rest of the forty-eight thunders.

Thinking about this, Xu Xingzhi still cares about being angry, only with him in one place, he feels that there is infinite warmth.

He thought that if he left himself, he would not know what the little beast would look like.

...fortunately, he still has himself.

... fortunately, he still has him.

After a long while, Xu Xingzhi said: "Heavily, when I am in good health, let us travel around the world."

Meng Zhongguang was happy first, but he immediately sank his face and cautiously asked: "Senior brother, is your affair no matter what?"

Xu Xingzhi does not say anything.

When Meng Chongguang discovered that Xu Xingzhi’s expression was not good, he closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Xu Xingzhi indulged for a moment and asked: "Where is the heavy light, where is the capsule of Master's Yuan Ying's fragments?"

See Meng Zhongguang, Xu Xingzhi: "I woke up that day and saw you wearing the lock of the soul of Guangfujun."

It was discovered by Xu Xingzhi that Meng Zhongguang had to hand over the spiritual pouch.

Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath and opened the sac, and the face was filled with the entangled genie, and the brow of Xu Xing was wrinkled.

This magical spirit is very concealed. The person who is a lower person can't detect it at all. But after the annihilation of Yuan Ying, the Yuan Ying fragments of Miluo and Qing Jingjun are mixed in one place. Rao is Xu Xingzhi and can't tell which one is Master. Which piece is the evil demon who quietly seized the body of Master.

Xu Xingzhi clung to the sac, lying on the bed, looking at the top of the bed.

In his ear, the mournful cry of the Fengling disciples sounded, and Guangfujun’s roaring roar was heard, but he was surprisingly calm and could even think.

Master is taken by the people of the Magic Road, and in the Magic Road, how many people can invade Master's body without knowing it? How did he enter Fengling Mountain? Is he directed at Master or is he directed at himself?

Seeing Xu Xingzhi pinching the sac of the sac, Meng Zhongguang was faint and distressed, holding Xu Xingzhi’s hand: "Brother, I have seen this shard, knowing that Master was encroached on the body by the people of the magic....About the initiator, the brother can Do you have doubts?"

Xu Xingzhi looked up at him.

After pondering a few words, Meng Chongguang experimented: "The only intersection between Fengling and Magic Road in these years is..."

Xu Xingzhi categorically said: "The small lights will not do such a thing."

Meng Zhongguang heard that Xu Xingzhi was still beside the Jiuzhi lamp. After a glimpse, the nameless fire rose: "Brother! Are you still acknowledging it now? If there is no one in him, how is this demon?" Into the windy situation, and in addition to me and him, who knows that you have injuries on your back, can not show people? Who will make this article?!"

Xu Xingzhi’s tiredness and gentle repetition: “...heavy light, small lights are not such people.”

... Meng Zhongguang stayed in the mouth.

It wasn't that he believed Xu Xingzhi's words, but he finally realized that Xu Xingzhi was too calm.

In the case of Meng Zhongguang, Qing Jingjun is just a famous master. He is not bad, but he is not close.

It can be said that the entire Fengling Mountain, the quiet and only the only person who is in love with the heart is Xu Xingzhi, except for him, Qing Jingjun almost no one asked.

Qing Jingjun is waiting for his brother as a father, and his brother is a very serious person. Nowadays, Qing Jingjun’s death is unclear. Xu Xingzhi’s attitude is really difficult for Meng Zhongguang to understand.

He would rather see the brothers crying and crying, and do not want the brothers to hurt themselves.

However, in the next ten days, Xu Xingzhi’s actions were all normal, resting in bed, and occasionally practicing using his left hand to take chopsticks. In addition, the world’s troubles were not asked, but it really seemed like this.

Meng Chongguang squinted at the heart, and did not know how to help Xu Xingzhi get rid of his demons.

It is probably a day of dreams. On a certain day, Meng Zhongguang came to dreams in the night, dreaming of Qing Jingjun and his brothers drinking, and after waking up, he was inevitably embarrassed, and Xu Xingzhi discovered something wrong.

He asked: "What did you dream about?"

Meng Zhongguang wanted to be vague in the past, but somehow, when he thought about it, he replied truthfully: "I dreamed of Master."

Xu Xingzhi paused: "How is Master?"

Meng Zhongguang replied: "He is drinking with his brother."

Xu Xingzhi thought of himself and Master for the last time drinking, in the small pavilion, the wind was like a fan, the rain hit the lotus leaf, and he held the master’s hip flask, but he suppressed the master’s hand and refused to drink him. Take a bite.

Xu Xingzhi raised his left hand and seemed to still feel the residual temperature on it.

After a long time, he whispered: "...Master, is he happy?"

Meng Zhongguang was a slogan.

Didn't get his answer, Xu Xingzhi also looked at the top of the bed as usual, and said to himself: "You can drink, Master is naturally happy."

The tone is still the same as that of Gujing.

Meng Zhongguang’s heart hurts. He grabbed Xu’s waist from behind and tried to warm the whole body to warm the cold heart.

But Xu Xingzhi does not need his warmth to live well.

After another ten days, he consciously lay down with a loose bone and began to move down to the ground. At first he only turned around in the house. Later, he began to wander around Meng Zhongguang.

Xu Xingzhi looks no different from usual. The left hand fan, a new Tsing Yi, is as if it is a god. It seems that losing one hand is nothing to him. On the way, he can hook up Meng Zhongguang’s shoulder and open two small sentences. joke.

It was rainy this spring, when the two of them traveled a little, the sky was dripping and falling.

On the street, I held up an umbrella, and the shoulders were high and low, which was quite interesting.

Xu Xingzhi was seriously injured, Meng Zhongguang feared that he was cold, he bought an umbrella, and removed the robe, and put it on Xu Xingzhi. The puppy-like clear eyes have been following Xu Xingzhi.

The two went to an alley, and Xu Xingzhi, who had been talking about his own experience in the past few years, suddenly came to the rescue.

There was a fascinating wine scent in the bottom of the lane. Everyone who was addicted to alcohol and wine knew that this wine was a place.

Seeing one of Xu Xing’s thoughtful thoughts, Meng Zhongguang’s singularity and Xu Xingzhi said: “Brother, your wounds are not yet fully grown, you can’t drink alcohol.”

Xu Xingzhi was attracted by this fragrance, and he blurted out: "Take some back to Master. Master, he must..."

At this point, Xu Xingzhi can no longer speak.

He bowed his head and looked at his right hand.

It is no longer empty. Meng Zhongguang made a hand for him with Bodhi wood, and it was placed on his broken wrist, but it looked strange.

Xu Xingzhi stood in the same place for a while, then he took a straight step and took out the shelter of the oil paper umbrella.

Meng Zhongguang's face changed: "Brother!"

Xu Xingzhi stepped on the foot with a shallow foot and rushed to the direction of the wine shop.

Meng Zhongguang did not dare to use the spiritual power to attract the attention of others. He had to chase behind him and seized the left hand of Xu Xingzhi after a dozen steps: "Brother, you-"

At the moment of being caught, the image of Xu Xing, who had always had a straight back and a sense of infinity, was a broken mountain that was broken by a joint laborer and suddenly fell forward.

In the torrential rain and rich wine, Xu Xingzhi curled up himself and tried the first time to cry.

He didn't feel that he was so far away from Fengling, far away from the mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas could never be flat.

The umbrella on the road is still high and low, and the sound of the rain covers the whimper. No one knows what the young people who are in the deep lane are crying.

The people of the world are happy, they are busy, their own sorrows, their own wounds, their love, like the sea, the sky, the water, can only look far, never communicate.

It is not necessary to say that the chaos of Fengling Mountain and the four gates is a squad.

The jackdaw fell on the pine branch in front of the altar of the altar. Without a moment, it screamed and fluttered, and the sound seemed to be caught in the heart of the person.

Sitting on the high platform of the main hall, the nine lights are gloomy, staying up all night, and grinding his light like a bayonet: "I haven't found a brother yet?"

The disciples who sent them out to find the traces of Xu Xing did not dare to speak out, and they were trembled and did not dare to move.

The Jiuzhi lamp almost bite the teeth, and the palm of the hand sweeps the desk down to the ground: "Bring him up!"

At the same time, the disciples couldn’t afford the proliferation of the Yuan Ying, and they quickly got up and wandered.

Liu Yunhe was dragged up by people.

At the moment when things were revealed, his knees and knees were already interrupted by nine lights.

What kind of trade-offs, what restraint, what is the power behind the entanglement, he couldn’t take care of it at that moment, he just wanted to let Liu Yunhe die without a place to die.

But even if he fell to this field, Liu Yunhe obviously didn't think that Jiuzhi Deng dared to take him. When he was thrown in the mud by the mud, he even had the mood to deal with the chaos, and then he looked up.

The Jiuzhi lamp pinched the boxing heart: "Why, why do you want to harm the brothers?!"

Since January, all kinds of messages from the wind have caused the nine lights to be ruined and confused.

Qing Jingjun violent, Xu Xingzhi broken hands, Yan Shi, and Tian Yao Meng Zhongguang fled the Fengling Mountain together, I do not know where to go...

Piles can drive the nine lights to the madness.

These days, he swayed, and sent people to inquire about the brothers, and sent more than a dozen letters to Fenglingshan, pleading for a detailed discussion, but they were all like a sea; he personally went to visit, but he was also said three times. Two sentences refused to come back.

Without Master and brother, Jiuzhi Lan can no longer return to Fengling Mountain.

Just yesterday, he finally followed his own guess and a little clue, and found out who was the culprits who caused all the evils.

The disciples did not dare to stay, and there were only six Yunhe cranes and nine branches of lights in the temple.

Liu Yunhe listened to the questioning and raised his eyes contemptuously. He said: "Why should you be angry with me? When you told me, Xu Xingzhi is the world book container?"

The author has something to say: Henrik: "It seems easy to cry, but it's actually hard."