Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 104 The Unfinished "Qing Ping Le"

When Gu Xu finished his salvation, a pale fish-belly appeared in the distant sky.

The mist that hung over the pond gradually dissipated.

The faint morning light came in from the window, illuminating the furnishings in the house.

At this moment, Gu Xu finally felt a little tired.

Fighting against a fifth-level cultivator will consume him a lot, both in terms of true energy and spirituality.

However, he has been using strong willpower to maintain a high degree of concentration.

He didn't dare to rest for a while until the enemy was completely wiped out.

He dragged the chair next to the desk and sat on it, recuperating and recovering his vitality.

At the same time, Chu Fengge stood up from the ground, and returned to his former radiant and pretentious appearance.

Chu Fengge, who has the supernatural power of "wild grass", has an extraordinary ability to recover his true energy and physical strength.

Even if he was emptied of his true energy by Gu Xu a few minutes ago, he has become a lively and vigorous man again now.

"I came to this haunted house of the Lu family. Although the process was a bit dangerous, I still gained a lot in the end." Looking at the devastated Lu's house in front of him, Gu Xu thought silently, "Not only did I get it for Mr. Chen The method of cracking the curse of 'Frost Eclipse' became the new owner of 'Jinghong Pen', and after leaving the Lu residence, I was able to get [-] meritorious service and a high-grade spell from the Exorcist as a reward.

"When the meritorious service is obtained, I no longer need to worry about the shortage of pills.

"Before I had been relying on Shi Xiaohan's help, I was quite embarrassed. But now, I finally have the opportunity to experience what it is like to be rich when I am poor.

"Sure enough, wealth needs to be found in danger!"

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At this moment, the spirit of "Jinghong Pen" came to Gu Xu's side and bowed deeply to Gu Xu.

"On behalf of my young lady, I would like to thank the young master for his help," she said sincerely, "If there is no young master, the young lady's wish will not be realized until when."

At the same time, a piece of light blue flower paper slowly fell from the air onto Gu Xu's lap.

Gu Xu picked it up and found that there were three simple words written on the paper - "Thank you".

The handwriting is beautiful and elegant, just like the person.

A faint smile appeared on his face: "Miss Lu, you're welcome. I took action against Tang Hui, but it was mainly for myself."

Hearing his words, "Jinghong Pen" Qi Ling lowered his head and did not speak immediately.

After hesitating for a long time, she continued to speak slowly: "My lord, you should know that now that the long-cherished wish is over, my lady's obsession will soon dissipate. From now on, in this world, there will be only Yishan Xuenv, and there will be no Qingzhou Lu Shiyao.

"And I, too, will disappear with Miss.

"This should be the last time we see each other."

Gu Xu frowned slightly, a little puzzled: "As the tool spirit of the 'Jinghong Pen', you have already called me 'Master' just now—shouldn't you leave this old house with me?"

"I'm sorry, I concealed some information from you before," Qi Ling sighed softly, "You must know that even among famous instruments, the 'Jinghong Pen' is extremely special.

"In the hands of different owners, it can not only display different spells, but even the shape and ability of the weapon spirit will be different.

"The strength of the device spirit depends on the master's mastery of the 'Jinghong Brush'.

"And after the master dies, the spirit of the 'Jinghong Pen' will also dissipate. It will not give birth to a new spirit until the new master controls it and understands its power.

"I was forced to stay in this world because of my obsession with Miss. Now, it's time for me to leave."

Gu Xu remained silent.

He had heard that the "Jinghong Pen" was the most loyal tool in Dahuang; but he never expected that the spirit of the "Jinghong Pen" could share life and death with its master.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the faint morning light outside the window, as well as the jade carvings with a hazy luster.

He knew that when the sun rose, with the disappearance of Lu Shiyao's remnant soul and the spirit of the "Jinghong Brush", everything in the Lu family would become a thing of the past forever.

At this time, his eyes suddenly fell on the unfinished "Qing Ping Le" on the table.

"Actually, I'm curious. After all these years, why hasn't Ms. Lu tried to finish writing this poem?" He asked, "With Miss Lu's literary talent, after completing this poem, there must be another poem born in this world." Excellent work."

Qi Ling replied: "Miss wrote this poem at the time when the Lu family was about to be ransacked. At that time, the cold rain had just stopped and the yellow flowers had just fallen, and Miss's mood was filled with sadness.

"However, as soon as she was writing, Tang Hui and the soldiers he brought rushed into Su Xuezhai, shackled her and sealed her cultivation.

"When she came back to life and returned to this house, her heart was already filled with hatred, and she could never regain the state of mind when she wrote the lyrics."

"I see." Gu Xu nodded, expressing his understanding.

At this moment, looking at the old Lu's house where the gloom is gradually dissipating, Gu Xu felt a strong impulse inexplicably.

"I think, maybe I can try to complete this poem." He said solemnly.

"Miss said that she is looking forward to your work." Qi Ling responded with a smile.

Afterwards, Gu Xu held the "Jinghong Brush" in his hand, took a deep breath, and wrote on the old rice paper.

He didn't rub the ink.

Because "Jinghong Brush" is not an ordinary brush.

It does not need ink to write with it.

Gu Xu also didn't write his favorite running script.

Instead, like Lu Shiyao, earnestly, stroke by stroke, write out neat and neat lowercase characters one after another.

It's just different from Lu Shiyao's slender and delicate hairpin lowercase.

His handwriting is strong, crisp and straight, with a resolute momentum, and every word is full of firm and high spirits.

After completion, the whole sentence is as follows:

"After the cold rain, the yellow flowers shattered all over the ground. Fang Fei disappeared into the afterglow, and it was no longer as beautiful as before.

"If you ask where the fallen flowers go, they will be made into spring mud in the coming year. When the warm wind blows, you will see red flowers and willow green again."

Gu Xu does not have Lu Shiyao's literary talent.

The lower que he wrote is thin and straightforward in terms of wording, and his handling of the atmosphere is much inferior to that of the upper que.

But after all, he will use the masterpieces of his predecessors.

When he incorporated the meaning of "Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers" into it, the emotional tone of the whole poem immediately changed fundamentally.

When Gu Xu finished writing the last word, he heard soft crying from behind him.

A drop of clear tears that appeared out of nowhere suddenly fell on his shoulder, cold.

"So Miss Lu has been standing behind me, watching me write this poem..." he thought to himself.

Then, a voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The voice is hoarse and dry, like a traveler in the desert who hasn't drunk water for a long time.

"Young master, spring... will it really come?"

Hearing this voice, Gu Xu's heart became heavy.

He remembered that Qi Ling once said that Lu Shiyao had been abolished by Tang Hui and given dumb drugs, and was going to be sent to the Jiaofang Division of the capital.

"Perhaps because of the deep hatred, even the voice of her remnant soul has become so hoarse," he sighed, "No wonder she has been communicating with me in writing and refused to speak.

"She doesn't want me to hear her voice."

It seemed that Gu Xu hadn't opened his mouth to respond for a long time, and another pale yellow flower note fell in front of him.

I saw that it said:

"I'm sorry, it's my ugly voice that offends you. I hope you don't mind."

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