wooden fish

Chapter 143

When Yao completed his mission and returned to the end of the cloud, Mu Langshu was still in the main hall, watching the flowing water on the altar.From the battlefield to the end of the cloud, Liu Shui never woke up.He was as quiet as a sleeping child, neither noisy nor noisy, and he was so obedient that it made people feel distressed.At the beginning, Mu Langshu only held a glimmer of hope, hoping that in this place of continuous blessings, he could nourish the Yuanshen whose flowing water has been scattered. If the Yuanshen is a whole, then the flowing water is only one ten-millionth of it. A filament so weak.

"Master." Yao stood behind Mu Langshu and looked at the flowing water that was still not getting better. From the rhythm of his breathing, he could feel that the flowing water was like a thin ice flower, beautiful but fragile.

"What did he say?" The sky fire descended, Renhuang's soldiers fled everywhere, Minghuo Qixing and Chenxi were dead, Mu Langshu concluded that the battle would end in a few days.As a member of Mulang's family, Mulangshu must tell Mulang Xiyuan the truth about Qingfeng. As for how he will deal with it, Mulangshu has no right to interfere.

"He seems to have let Fang Yao go and didn't take his life." Yao was standing outside the door and heard Fang Yao's lung-piercing screams, but he could feel that his life was not in danger.

Mu Langshu smiled: "I really think about his style." If it were him, Mu Langshu would have peeled Fang Yao's skin and covered it on Qingfeng's tomb to protect him from the wind and rain for the innocent victim.However, as the head of the family, Mulang Xiyuan has too many considerations to prevent him from being impulsive. Several parties will only maximize the benefits of this matter, and the hatred can be put aside.

"He said that the master doesn't need to go back." Yao saw that Mu Langshu's shoulders trembled.

Mu Langshu didn't expect Mulang Xiyuan to make such a promise to himself at this juncture.This is to make him blatantly stay away from the Mu Lang family.Mu Langshu laughed out loud: "If you can't be a good father, then be a good brother." Mu Langshu approached the altar, "Did you find what I asked you to look for?"

Yao went out this time, in addition to delivering letters, he had to find some tools for Mu Langshu to practice.Yao handed over the tray in his hand.

Mu Langshu swept the tray, then looked at the flowing water, "Then let's start."

Yao reminded: "The master really wants to do this." Yao knew that Mu Langshu wanted to use needles made of thousand-year-old ice and silk spun from golden silkworm seeds to sew up the broken Yuanshen of flowing water.It is recorded in ancient books that doing so can condense the soul of a person, but no one knows the successful result.And what makes Yao care more is: "Master, such unnatural behavior will deplete your skills. How about it."

Mu Langshu knew that Yao wanted to recommend himself, but Mu Langshu didn't want to pretend to others.Langyue's departure was originally due to the Mulang family's debt to the Shangshan family.It's just some skill, and if it's damaged, it can be repaired again.The man of flowing water is gone, and Mu Langshu has no face to pay homage to Langyue.Shaking his hands, Mu Langshu rolled up his sleeves: "You just need to help me by the side."

Yao stood aside respectfully, ready to take over Mu Langshu's work at any time.

Ice needles extracted from thousands of years of cold ice, held in the hand, cold into the bone marrow.As soon as Mu Langshu's fingers came into contact, he shuddered a few times. After a while, his body swayed, and he couldn't bear it, but the most taboo of suturing Yuanshen is to give up halfway, which will make the damaged Yuanshen worse.So Mu Langshu gritted his teeth, squeezed the ice needle tightly, and took the golden silk, his hands were shaking so badly that the golden silk couldn't be worn through repeatedly.Yao who was on the side was so anxious that he wanted to grab it and help him thread the needle.

"I thought these two things were just nonsense in the book, but they still exist." Mu Langshu just said that if there were thousands of years of ice needles and golden silk, maybe Liu Shui's life could be saved, and Yao volunteered to go up. Before taking orders.Mu Langshu didn't believe it until Yao really brought these two things.

"I heard their names at Master's place, so I went back to the mountain and found them." Yao said plainly.

Mu Langshu knew what it meant to go back to the mountain, and it was more difficult than going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire.After finally passing through, Mu Langshu shook his hands contentedly and reached towards the flowing water's chest.Mu Langshu wanted to use his other hand to perform kung fu, showing the soul of flowing water, but the cold was so severe that it was difficult for Mu Langshu to even raise his hand.

Vividly in the goal line, I know that Mu Langshu is now using all his skills on the use of ice needles, and he does not have too much power to stimulate the flowing water to appear. The book couldn't hold up anymore.Without thinking about it, Yao immediately put down the tray and came to the other side, using his skills to reveal the soul of the flowing water.

When the ice needles approached Liu Shui's chest, those fragmentary spirits became more obvious.Mu Langshu glanced at Yao from the corner of his eye, and rejoiced: "When he wakes up, can you take me back to the mountain? You have been by my side for so long, and you should thank your master." , When Mu Langshu regained his composure, he found that the one who owed the most was Yao who never gave up and worked hard.Especially after witnessing Langyue's tombstone, when he turned around, there was someone standing behind him, which made Mu Langshu's cold heart feel warm.

Yao looked at Mu Langshu, who was pretending to be calm, in astonishment. He never expected that one day he would be able to go back to the mountain with Mu Langshu.

"Don't be distracted." Suturing the primordial spirit not only requires a person with profound skill to perform the diagnosis, but also requires him to constantly use his own skill to make the damaged primordial spirit appear.One suture, I don't know how much skill is lost, it is not recorded in the book.With great difficulty, Mu Langshu pierced the ice needle into Liu Shui's chest, picked up one and stabbed at the other, only to find that Yao lost his mind, and Liu Shui's soul almost disappeared.In this way, Mu Langshu tightened his heartstrings.

Hearing Mulangshu's shout, Yao didn't dare to think about it any more, held his breath and focused his attention, and focused his efforts to make the soul of the flowing water show up all the time, so that Mulangshu could stitch together grain by grain, piece by piece, and thread by thread.

The cold air from the ice needle passed through the fingertips and reached Mu Langshu's heart. After more than a dozen stitches, Mu Langshu's lips began to turn black, and his whole body felt like he was in an ice cellar, so cold that he couldn't breathe.

Mu Langshu's discomfort was also noticed, and without hesitation, he withdrew a hand and poured his own spiritual power into Mu Langshu's arm, so as to suspend the damage caused by the ice needle to Mu Langshu.

Mu Langshu knew that his skills were rapidly disappearing due to the erosion of the cold.He didn't refuse Yao's unsolicited help, but he woke up and devoted himself to finding the scattered Yuanshen and stitching it up according to its patterns.

One hand instilled spiritual power to make Mu Langshu up his spirits, and the other hand used kung fu to make the damaged primordial spirit clearer before Mu Langshu's eyes. Yao used his deep kung fu with all his might.However, Yao's skill is not continuous, and it goes straight to the outside. Yao also began to slowly feel a biting cold spread on his arms, and then stretched out to his whole body, but seeing Mu Langshu who was concentrating on it, Yao wrote a single word. He didn't even confide in it, and led the cold poison that should have invaded Mu Langshu into his body.

Seeing the scattered Yuanshen slowly gather under his hands, Mu Langshu became more and more energetic, completely forgetting whether there was any abnormality in the lines next to him.When the soul of Flowing Water had almost finished mending, Mu Langshu felt the biting cold coming towards him again.But he couldn't give up halfway, Mu Langshu endured the biting cold, insisted on finishing the last stitch, took out the ice needle, and the golden silk broke automatically.The heart scattered by the running water was patched up by Mu Langshu.The dark red primordial spirit is covered with golden silk, like a delicious candy wrapped in a golden shell.

As soon as Mu Langshu took out the ice needle, the soul of running water disappeared.Looking up, Mu Langshu saw that Yao □□ had a layer of frost on his outer skin, and then fell heavily backwards.Mu Langshu turned over the altar and pulled Yao over, let him fall into his arms, and shouted eagerly: "Yao, Yao."

But Yao, who had already exhausted his energy, had already passed out from the cold without hearing anything.

At this moment Mu Langshu couldn't care about the running water anymore, picked up Yao and walked out of the main hall.

The running water that was still lying quietly on the altar did not change at all. Suddenly, a beam of light from the roof shone on the altar, and the spells covered in the altar jumped up, stretching their vine-like growths one after another, firmly grasping the flowing water. Imprisoned in a golden halo like a cocoon.

The drowsy running water vaguely heard someone calling himself.Dazed, he really opened his eyes, Liu Shui rubbed his eyes, and then looked around, there was a vast expanse of white, with soft light.Liu Shui stood up and found that his bare feet were not cold.Following the sound, the flowing water walked slowly.

"He was so cute when he was little."

"Let me touch it."

"The eyes and nose are somewhat similar to yours."

The running water turned around in a circle, but did not see a shadow of a person, and innocently asked, "Who is calling me?"

"Haha, he also speaks childishly."

"What a lovely kid."

Flowing water stuck to his waist, a little annoyed: "If you don't come out again, I will bite you."

"Look, he's still angry."

"You can't see us, how can you bite?"

Liu Shui bit the air wildly, straightened his back: "Just bite like this."

"Yo, it really bites."

"Haha." Liu Shui said with his head held high and his chest held high: "The demon has not yet appeared."

"Know that we are demons, and you are not afraid."

"What am I afraid of? You are going to be bullied by me." The man at the Liushui station was a little tired, and sat down on the ground, "I won't play anymore, I'm tired, and I will come to find you tomorrow."

"Ming Dynasty, there is no Ming Dynasty anymore."

"Why?" Liu Shui also sat upright.

"No reason. Do you know your name?"

Liu Shui held his mouth and shook his head.

"Look at your heart."

Liushui lowered his head, poked his chest with his reckless fingers, and said in a childish voice, "Is it here?" No response was received, and Liushui questioned again loudly: "Is it here?" Still no response, Liushui So I asked myself and answered, "I have no heart, so I am called Wuxin?" I jumped up, and the running water was jumping happily, "I have a name, my name is Wuxin."

Running water was tired and sat on the ground again, still tired, lying on the ground directly, muttering drowsily: "I have a name, my name is Wuxin, Wuxin..." Little Wuxin began to sleep for a long time again.

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Thinking of Xiao Wuxin makes me feel cute