Ever since he experienced the so-called "script" written by the pig butcher himself, Nan Fuguang was a little nervous about sailing on the sea.
After boarding the ship, she was taciturn. While she was worried about the pig butcher, she was also extremely exhausted. She found a remote cabin to properly accommodate the pig butcher, and then obediently drank a large bottle of elixir given by the Immortal Lord Yunshang. Nan Fuguang fell into bed and fell asleep.
It was a sleepy and dark place until the ship docked, the bright sun was reflected in the rippling blue waves, and the withered sand tree was half visible behind the blue sky...
Everything looks the most familiar again, and the snow-capped Dairi Mining Pier seems like yesterday.
After Nan Fuguang woke up, he felt that he had experienced a big dream.
I just don’t know when this dream started and when it ended.
But when she was packing her things, the damaged miner's lamp-shaped waist pendant and the "Kingfisher's Nest" status symbol accessories rolled out from her sleeves, reminding her that everything was not a dream.
And her scarred arms.
The wound no longer hurts. I rolled up my sleeves and my big snow-white arm. Except for some hideous burn scars that should be removed, no sequelae were left. I don’t know if the cultivation of the mortal body after cultivating immortality and Taoism really made her become porcelain or for some other reason.
Nan Fuguang did not find anyone to ask about the follow-up of the Dairi Mine. His memory stayed on the footprints left by the people in the "Kingfisher's Nest" on the snow, and the date tree that Yin described in his dream that would bear many sweet dates in autumn and winter. .
She also avoided all the intentions from Yunshang Immortal Lord, whether it was questions or condolences. She pretended to be blind and deaf, neither seeing nor feeling the hesitant glances from the latter every time.
Nan Fuguang didn't even leave immediately to return to Yuntian Sect. Instead, as soon as he arrived at the east coast port, he went to the yard behind Wuqiong's Qizhenbao Pavilion to find an empty room that could accommodate people.
Of course not alone.
——She also brought the butcher with her, who had not been awake for a moment in the past few days and had no idea whether she would survive or not.
……
The Big Sun Mine collapsed, and profiteers were busier than the "Kingfisher's Nest".
On the day Nan Fuguang came back, I was not poor.
After finding a vacant house and settling in for the butcher, Nan Fuguang was about to go back to her sect and catch a medical practitioner she liked, when she bumped into Wu Qiong who was in a hurry.
The master of the Pavilion of Exotic Treasures seemed to be preparing to go out temporarily. He even brought a very simple Qiankun Bag. When she saw Nan Fuguang for the first time, her eyes widened, like an eagle protecting its calf, and she pounced in a fuss. Come up and check whether Nan Fuguang's limbs are sound——
While she was cursing, besides having a pretty face, what's the use of a pig butcher? What on earth did you do in the Dairi Mine? You almost got yourself killed.
Nan Fuguang was speechless when he heard her chatter.
Frowning in confusion, she didn't tell me that the person who was really dying now was not her, but the pig butcher...
After enduring it for a long time, she just couldn't open her mouth. The guilt caused by her powerlessness almost killed her.
"Where are you going?"
"I smell the smell of getting rich, where do you think I should go?"
According to Wu Qiong, when she received the news about the collapse of the Dairi Mine, she grabbed a boat ticket and prepared to go to the West Bank, because the accident at the Dairi Mine meant that the output of black cracked ore would become a big problem in the market for some time in the future. When profiteers on the Internet began to stock up on basic products related to the ore in large quantities, she decided to start from the source.
Nan Fuguang: "..."
Nan Fuguang: "Now the Dairi Mine is indeed unable to produce even a black cracked empty ore. Unless something unexpected happens, it will not be able to produce it in the future. Do you think you can imagine this? Do you think the Immortal Alliance can achieve this?"
Nan Fuguang: "The people from the Kingfisher's Nest have arrived. Even though the wall has fallen down, not even a fly can fly in." ”
When Wu Qiong heard that the "Kingfisher's Nest" was already in place, she was extremely disappointed. She muttered, "These notes are so quick this time. It's really not profitable to go early." She thought about refunding the ticket.
When he looked up, he saw Nan Fuguang leaning against the door with his arms folded and expressionless. His right hand seemed to be injured and slightly weak. He was exhausted and unusually taciturn.
I paused for a moment, stretched out my hand to pinch the chin of the person in front of me, and lifted it up without ceremony.
Look carefully left and right.
While flipping through the pages, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you? You're so devastated that your soul has been left in the Big Sun Mine? Just let it go if you want, and don't let my sister ask you a second time."
Nan Fuguang dragged her into the yard by her collar, and then kicked open one of the doors.
At first sight of the dying man lying on the bed, I was stunned for a moment. When Nan Fuguang lifted the quilt covering him, I cursed.
Under the quilt, the man's upper body was naked. Except for the evenly distributed and strong tendons that looked very familiar, everything else was a bit unfamiliar——
His breath was weak, and there was a wound slightly off the vital point on his chest. The wound had already turned white due to blood loss. The skin and flesh were opened, and the edges were blurred but no blood flowed out. At first glance, it looked like a huge black hole, even with a cyclonic whirlpool.
I was so shocked that I lost my voice.
After a while, he turned his head with a horrified look on his face and asked Nan Fuguang: "I know he is not so lovable sometimes... but isn't it possible that it is illegal to trick people like this?"
"..."
play.
Nan Fuguang rolled his eyes and slapped her on the thigh.
She picked up important things and quickly told me what had happened in the past few days, from the beginning of entering the mine, to the rules that had to be followed every step of the way, and finally the so-called drama performance and the performance. Upon completion, her immediate "wish comes true."
Nan Fuguang spent some extra time describing the strange monster that she didn't know how to describe. In order to prove the authenticity of her ridiculous story about the theatrical performance, she even showed Wu Qiong the Duan Nan she brought back. waist pendant.
Wu Qiong seemed relatively calm in the front, and even took over the "Kingfisher's Nest" accessory and said "tsk tsk" that this was the first time she had touched the real thing with her own hands...
It wasn't until Nan Fuguang mentioned that "Black Cracked Sky Ore is the tears of monsters" that Wu Qiong's expression gradually turned solemn.
"The so-called 'performance' and 'wishing' should essentially be just an exchange of spiritual power... You also know that there are not only living things in this world that have 'souls'. When they maintain a certain stable form for a long time, they form a relatively static The state is just like a stone that has been soaked in acid jar for a long time and will be pickled. At that time, a mountain, a stone, or a piece of land will sometimes grow its own spiritual will."
"I don't understand. Then other miners hate this mine so much. Why don't they make a wish for 'destruction of the world' or something like that?"
I was speechless for a long time: "'Wish' itself must resonate, and the will and strength of the person who 'makes a wish' must match the wish - ordinary mortals, what they hope most at the moment is probably that they can leave the Big Sun Mine... …Their strength can only support the realization of such a wish.”
"You mean that my impulse to demolish the Dairi Mine was very strong at that time."
"Yes, didn't you give up on using the Big Sun Red Flower to exchange for your freedom, and you will go back and perish with your fellow miners even if you die?"
As Wu Qiong spoke, he frowned and leaned over to check the butcher's wound. If he looked carefully, he saw that the black wound was not a simple black hole, but more like a starry sky that had swallowed all things, bottomless...
It's like a gap in time and space being torn open.
The depth of the wound is not erosion that is difficult to heal, but a connection to another unknown and infinite world.
"'Performance' is essentially 'sacrifice'. What he is doing now is just the result of 'sacrifice'."
"What do you mean?"
"Such an unhealable wound is most likely related to the creature whose tears are black cracked sky ore and the 'spiritual will' of the Big Sun Mine."
As Wu Qiong said this, he made a move that made Nan Fuguang's scalp numb——
She rolled up her sleeves, made a fist with her hand and put it into the black hole in the butcher's chest. Nan Fuguang: "Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Amidst Nan Fuguang's screams, the man who had been sleeping for several days was finally woken up as expected. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw an arm in his chest. He was silent for a moment and slowly exhaled.
Nan Fuguang: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Wuqiong: "Stop shouting and be polite."
Butcher: "What do you think is the appropriate behavior to put your hands into a man's body while he is sleeping?"
Wuqiong: "Oh, are you awake?"
Wuqiong: "Even when you are about to die, you are still talking nonsense."
As if I felt relieved after being ridiculed by a pigmaker, I put away the anxiety that was not shown on my face for a second, and retracted my hand seemingly indifferently——
When she pulled her arm out, her hands were clean with no blood or other dirt.
Nan Fuguang's scream was stuck in his throat for a moment, and he took a breath of cold air, then closed his mouth tightly, his temples were beating wildly, and his breathing was not smooth.
"The bad news is that he is indeed going to die."
I rolled down the sleeves on my arms.
"The good news is that he can still be saved."
Nan Fuguang immediately looked at her with wide eyes.
Wu Qiong turned his head and smiled at the pig butcher: "You are really blessed to have met the two of us."
"Really?" Leaning beside the bed, the man's voice was calm and mocking, "I don't think so."
What Wu Qiong means is that this kind of gap-disordered curse, which is similar to the gap caused when space and time are folded, usually cannot be lifted by ordinary people, let alone how to deal with it. However, she is well-informed and happens to know how to deal with it. This is because the butcher knows her. Lucky;
What's even more coincidental is that only Nan Fuguang can handle it. This is the pig butcher's luck in knowing Nan Fuguang.
Hearing this, the butcher tried to remind him that if it weren't for them, he wouldn't have gone to the Dairi Mine at all.
Wu Qiong ignored his friendly reminder and turned around to tell Nan Fuguang. As the old saying goes, shape complements shape. There are rumors in the world of immortality that it is not a coincidence that Yuntian Sect has the Guixing Pavilion that can understand the past and the future. It is true because it was earlier. , the first generation leader of Guixing Pavilion accidentally obtained a small number of bones of an unknown person who were later named "Breath of Underworld".
Who this person is cannot be traced, but it is known that his bones can reverse time and space, fold time and space at will, change the law of cause and effect in the world, and can easily make dead bones grow flesh, rotten flesh condense into muscles, and the dead can be brought back to life.
"A time converter that is stable, powerful and unknown." Wu Qiong poked Nan Fuguang's arm, "If my information is correct, is Guixing Pavilion on the hilltop behind your master's palace?"
Nan Fuguang: "?"
Wuqiong: "I don't expect you to steal this sect-suppressing treasure, so you'd better bring the pig-killer back to Yuntian Sect."
As if to confirm, Nan Fuguang asked again: "Where to take him?"
Wuqiong nodded: "Yes. Yes. Bring this strange, strong, and extremely handsome mortal man who is dying because of saving you back to your future Taoist companion Yunshang Xianzun who may regard mortals as ants. His old man has no eyes for him. Go down.”
Nan Fuguang: "..."
With such a description, it’s hard not to be filled with a sense of immorality at once.
This is a little too exciting.
Nan Fuguang: "Do you think Mr. Xianzun will agree?"
I looked at her pitifully.
……
"No."
The sun was blazing overhead, and the mortal world was almost drying up, so the cicada's tireless chirping became a privilege only found in the fairy world.
In front of the gate of Yuntian Sect, Nan Fuguang had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were almost blinded by the scorching sun. She could only slightly squint her eyes and look at the people not far away. Everyone around her was exhausted from the catastrophe that had just ended. , a little embarrassed...
Only the Immortal Lord above the clouds is untouched by dust, just like the youthful beauty of the past.
Nan Fuguang lowered his hands.
The injured right hand seemed to have some strange habits, and the fingertips were slightly bent unnaturally.
Earlier, she had changed from the disgraced mining robe of the DaRi Mine, and now she has put on the Taoist robe of an inner disciple of the Yuntian Sect. The senior sister of the Yuntian Sect has regained some of her due momentum——
At this moment, two armbands extended from the broad sleeves. The long silk belt firmly supported the tall man, like an invisible giant floating behind Nan Fuguang.
After being decisively rejected, the cuff moved up and down uneasily.
"The Yuntian Sect prohibits outsiders from entering or leaving without invitation, especially mortals."
Yan Ji'an's tone was cold.
"Take it back to the foot of Yuntianzong Mountain and let you place it properly. I have already taken a few steps back... Every day, don't let me repeat it a second time. I'll give it up when it's good, and don't push it any further."
In the cold warning of Immortal Lord Yunshang, the man lifted up by the ribbon slowly opened his eyes. His face was as pale as paper, and he called Nan Fuguang's name, his voice was hoarse and breathless.
When the senior sister of Yuntian Sect heard this call, she lightly fanned her eyelashes, and the soft silk emotionally lifted the man to a very high position.
"You don't need to repeat it a second time because I'm not asking for your opinion."
Using honorific words but nothing to do with respect, the senior sister of Yun Tian Sect lifted up her robe, and when Yun Shangxian Zun looked surprised, she walked past him with her head held high.
When he arrived at the gate of the sect, he glared and shouted at the completely confused gatekeeper: "Open the door! Let me see who dares to stop me today!"
I heard a long time ago that Senior Sister Fuguang went on a wild adventure on the West Bank, which upset the Da Ri Mine, but she managed to escape unscathed...
When I saw him today, his majesty was indeed even greater than before!
The gatekeeper disciple was so frightened that he peed his pants. He cursed for the 800th time that he would be put on guard duty today. He opened the gate of Yuntian Sect with a sad face and welcomed the senior sister of Yuntian Sect, and...
He can be regarded as a strange man who was carried back to the sect by her princess.
On the steps, the senior sister walked away with a puff of sleeves.
At the bottom of the steps, the Immortal Master Yunshang turned around and looked at him. The Immortal Master who used to be so aloof now said nothing. After a moment, he lowered his long eyelashes and gathered the emotion in his eyes.
It seems like a different person.
But, maybe it’s an illusion?
The gatekeepers couldn't help but sigh silently: If they hadn't known that the Immortal Lord was not easily disturbed by the worldly trivialities, he would have almost misunderstood this moment as a sinister bird of prey... Oh, weird, weird!
(End of chapter)
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