mousepad-d2 Chapter 27 27
Chapter 27 27
Almost subconsciously, when the young man approached at the same moment, Ye Ling swung his sleeves and slashed out, his voice hoarse and cold, "Who?"
Unable to dodge in time, the fierce spiritual force drew a bloody mouth on the young man's cold face, and the blood rolled down his cheeks.
With lowered eyes, the young man glanced at the wound lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Master."
"Who let you in?"
Ye Ling leaned on the armrest and sat up straight, panting lowly, her heart seemed to be under heavy pressure, making it difficult to beat.
Hei Tuanzi shivered in the corner, tentatively stretched out a short leg, raised his wings, and said in a low voice, "I thought you were going to faint at that time, so you went out to call for someone, but just happened to meet him... ..."
"You two, get out."
"But you just vomited blood—"
"Get out!" Ye Ling growled, and with the heat in his throat, he coughed on the ground with scarlet blood, which was extremely dazzling.
The young man's face was gloomy and terrifying, he clenched his teeth, as if his whole face was exerting force; after a long while, he grabbed Ayou's two wings involuntarily, and dragged him out without saying a word.
Once out of the hole, the little black bird hurriedly broke free from the shackles of the young man, fluttering anxiously around Jing Xi, "You just leave him there like this?"
"Otherwise," the young man raised his eyes, his dark eyes looked at Ayou coldly, his voice was hoarse, "he told us to go out."
"Then you can't—hey! You just left?! Hey!"
Hei Tuanzi was still shouting behind him, Jing Xi turned around, clenched his fists, his eyes were red.
He couldn't read the four large characters on the desk case wrongly.
After coughing up a mouthful of stuffy blood, the stagnation in her chest improved a lot. As time passed, her body gradually gained strength. Ye Ling raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes stayed on the scroll that was spread out.
I don't know how much Jing Xi saw just now.
There was another rustling sound in the cave, followed by, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Ye Ling, if you don't speak again, I'll—"
"Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound, a black ball appeared at the corner, rolled around Ye Ling's feet a few times, stretched out a claw, and hooked the corner of his clothes, not daring to stick out his head, feeling bored He mumbled, "Did I cause trouble just now? I thought you were not feeling well, so I called someone—"
"It's okay." Ye Ling picked him up from the ground with great effort, and wanted to put him on the table, but Hei Tuanzi shrank into his arms and warmed his hands with soft fur guiltily, so he could only continue to ask ,
"Ayou, can you contact Xuanzhou now?"
Ayou nodded, and with a wave of fleshy wings, a bronze mirror appeared, revealing black bean-like eyes, and after shouting "Xuanzhou" at the mirror, he obediently handed the mirror to Ye Ling.
"Xuanzhou," Ye Ling looked at Xuanzhou's surprised expression in the mirror, with complicated emotions, "The last time you told the story about humans and demons, how long ago?"
"Two or thirty years ago," Xuanzhou casually gave a vague number, with a smile in his eyes, "Why, you figured it out and planned to marry me—"
Ye Ling interrupted, "Give me a specific number."
"When that girl escaped from the demon clan, it happened to be shortly after my 12th birthday, and the demon emperor was still posting notices everywhere..." Putting away his laughing expression, Xuanzhou said seriously, "It should be 23 years, what's wrong? "
The demons conceived a son every three years, and if we go back three years, this year will be the No. 20 year when the woman escaped.
Ye Ling's limbs were cold, and he stuffed the bronze mirror back into Ah You's hand, staring at the scroll in front of him, recalling the contents of the scroll in his mind.
Since ancient times, there must be gains and losses. If you want to save a life, you must have someone who offers sacrifices.This scroll called Nine Nether Devouring Spirits comes from ancient times, and it records two methods of sacrifice in detail.
One is that the sacrificer uses the method of burning the body/body to make up for the life of the dying person; the other is that the sacrificer repairs the soul of the damaged person with his own spiritual knowledge by digging out the heart and taking blood.
Since the publication of this scroll, countless practitioners have cruelly slaughtered thousands of ordinary people in order to live forever, and blood flowed into rivers overnight; and this exercise was immediately listed at the top of the list of forbidden methods, and was cast aside by the world .
And the original body, as the youngest elder of one of the four major sects in the world, risked being cast aside by the people of the world, secretly hiding the forbidden law in a dark cave, with a knife in his hand, cutting his heart to draw blood.
Holding the bronze mirror in his arms, Ayou faltered in response to Xuanzhou's question; Ye Ling looked at his eyes dodging, and suddenly flashed in his mind the scroll of Wensu Pavilion, the son of the devil--the half-demon The "curse" of not being able to survive fifteen.
The reason why half-demons cannot escape doom is that the underage human body cannot resist the increasingly powerful blood of the demon race. When the blood of the demon race awakens, the heart of an unevolved human cannot be overloaded. Therefore, in historical records, all half-demons They all have the only fate of sudden death.
However, Jingxi lived well to the age of 20. In the original book, she was even lucky enough to survive the adult night, and after falling into the devil, she became an existence that everyone in the world would bow their heads to surrender.
Ye Ling spread out all the scrolls on the table, re-read the densely packed fonts on the scrolls, and then sorted them by time, with mixed emotions in his heart.
These mountains of notes can be traced back to five years ago at the earliest—that is, the time when Jing Xi was 15 years old and the blood of the demons had just awakened.From then on, as the power of the blood continued to increase, the blood of the heart could no longer be suppressed and fused, so the original body chose a more decisive and cruel method-drinking blood to refine.
Since it can't be suppressed directly, let your body absorb and refine it first, and then use it.
So Yuan's inexplicable heart disease, three years of lack of effort and seclusion from the world, and even the sharp sword hidden in the darkroom with great pains, all made sense at this time.
His fingertips slid across the ancient scroll, and finally stayed on the small words at the end of the scroll, "Xi is born with a heavy heart, so I must refuse it, so there is no need to say more."
Ye Ling unconsciously covered his heart, the feeling of suffocation a moment ago was still vivid in his memory, thinking of the pain that the original body had endured in silence for three years, he suddenly felt that the heart disease for half a month was not worth mentioning.
Hei Tuanzi in his arms shrunk his neck cautiously, his black bean-like eyes rolled around; he tugged Ye Ling's sleeves, and asked in a very low voice, "Ye Ling, are you still angry?"
angry?He is not the one who is silent and forbearing, what right does he have to be angry?
"No," Ye Ling lowered her eyes, her slender eyelashes concealed the fleeting emotions, put away a table of scrolls, got up with some strength and said, "Go back."
Looking at each other silently, one person and one bird returned to the side hall. Ye Ling came to the wardrobe in the corner and opened the door.
Since last time, he noticed that although the plain white and black gauze clothes were placed in a wooden cabinet on one side, all the plain white clothes were placed on the innermost side, while the black gauze clothes were within easy reach. .
Rubbing her fingertips, Ye Ling hesitated for a moment, looked down at the blood-stained clothes, finally picked up the top black clothes at hand, walked behind the screen in the room, took off the clothes and began to change.
The moment the skin/skin was completely exposed to the air, his eyes couldn't help but look towards the heart. The scar that was exactly inch long was ugly and hideous, especially on the smooth and white chest.
Hei Tuanzi squatting outside the screen was quiet for a while, but still couldn't help asking, "Ye Ling, do you know that you have a devilish energy in you?"
The hand on the belt paused, and Ye Ling's eyes flashed, "How do you know?"
"Phoenix is born with a keen sense of smell, besides, you just vomited such a big puddle of blood, you can smell it no matter what," Ayou muttered, and suddenly hammered the floor angrily, "By the way, your apprentice named Jingxi It's too heartless, thanks to the fact that I was very optimistic about him before!"
"You're vomiting blood! He actually left without asking! And—"
"Enough," Ye Ling interrupted, straightened her clothes and came out from the screen, frowning slightly, "This matter has nothing to do with you."
Heituanzi turned his head and snorted softly, "You think I'm willing to take care of it, if you hadn't saved me—"
There was a knock on the door, and Yu Lian, who was allowed to enter the room, poured a cup of warm tea for Ye Ling, and said respectfully, "Master, are you okay?"
Seeing the confusion in Ye Ling's eyes, the young man hastily added, "The suzerain said that your complexion is not good, and asked the disciple to go up the mountain to have a look."
Ye Ling refused lightly, groped for the teacup with her fingertips, raised her eyes to look at Yu Lian's expression, always felt that something was wrong, and asked casually, "Where's Jingxi?"
The usually indifferent young man suddenly showed embarrassment, and stood there muttering, "Jing Xi, he went to Chuyun Peak to find the suzerain, and said..."
Ye Ling's heart felt cold, as expected, Jing Xi must have seen something in the cave just now.
"He said that he wants to contact you with the master-student relationship."