chewing dragon

Chapter 168
Cui's old servant threw away the brush in his hand, and picked up Zhu'er's body again.

A black-yellow tiger spirit surged up the poor child's back, covering the sea of ​​blood waves with a thin layer, as if a layer of hazy yellow mist had formed on the sea surface, which could not be seen clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the old servant still turned Zhu'er's back upwards, slowly lifted it over his head, and moved towards the tiger fish.

Just for a moment while he was painting, the shape of the strange fish in mid-air has become more and more blurred. It looks like a group of black and yellow ink that barely gathers together, its spirit is still there, and its shape is gradually dissipating.

Seeing this, Cui's old servant immediately prayed loudly: "Cui's son, Zhu'er, expresses his respect. I would like to use my blood as a sacrifice. I wish to show pity, and there will be no complaints in life and death!"

I don't know if his prayers had an effect, or if the tiger fish couldn't find another way to survive. In short, after sensing the tiger and the sea of ​​blood on Zhu'er's back, the strange fish only hesitated for a moment, and then jumped up. stuck in.

Cui's old servant immediately retracted his arms and held Zhu'er back in front of him.

He withdrew the black and yellow evil spirit covering the waves of the sea of ​​blood, and his old eyes fixed on the poor child's back.

I saw that the Chi tiger fish had submerged into Zhu'er's skin and dived into the bloody waves. Although its body was still and motionless at the moment, its color was intense and lifelike, as if it had just been painted.

"It's done!"

The old servant of the Cui family raised two thick and thick colorful tiger eyebrows, already excited: "Even the most outstanding disciples of the Cui family in the past may not be able to incorporate the whole Chihu fish spirit into their bodies, let alone such a big one. One, but this old man actually made it happen! Hahaha!"

Amid wild laughter, Qi Jingzhi secretly clenched his left fist and retracted the small bronze mirror, but the bull-eared sharp knife in his right hand had never been put back into its sheath, nor had the red ghost mask and curly silver armor on his body.

Speaking of which, for Qi Jingzhi's ghost-faced silver armor, Cui's old servant seemed to have never seen it from the beginning to the end. Whenever he looked directly at the hideous ghost's face, he never showed any strangeness.

Either this person has some knowledge and has seen similar things before, so he doesn't care at all, or he only thinks about his own big affairs and doesn't care about them at all.

Qi Jingzhi looked at this old servant who showed his madness again, and felt that this person was really unreasonable.

In his opinion, this so-called absorbing spirit into the body is actually not unusual. There are quite a few warlocks in this way. The body is warm and nourished, not to mention that brother Shu Dashi just demonstrated last night what it means to "hidden the sword with a heart, swallow a boat with a belly".

It's just that although this method is extremely fast, and may even change one's life against the sky, the risk involved is undoubtedly extremely high. A little carelessness will lead to a miserable death, and even harm the people close to him.

Zhu'er can use the dead body to absorb the spirit into the body, and why?
It should be known that Zhu'er has no cultivation qualifications, and it is only because of the blessing of the ghost boy's breath that Chihu Yuling can be fooled for a while, not to mention that now that the ghost boy has been swallowed by the small bronze mirror, Zhu'er's physical body may not last long. To die completely, Cui's old servant deliberately set up this situation, half deceiving and half forcing the tiger fish into it, what's the use?
What's more, Jin Dao Wei's family has become a sword slave in order to warm and support Chi Jin Dao. Ge Shu Dashi is also willing to take risks, and his natural aptitude and temperament are extraordinary, so that he can succeed in one fell swoop. But there is only Pearl's dying body.

Sure enough, Qi Jingzhi had this idea in his heart, and the crudely made "Chi Tiger Fish Picture" on Zhu'er's back changed.

After being honest for a few breaths, the tiger fish in the picture became restless and began to swim around in the sea of ​​blood.

Zhu'er is still young, her back is not wide enough, and the sea of ​​blood in the picture is even narrower and narrower. How can this three-foot-long goby go wild, and it becomes more and more frenzied when it bumps into walls everywhere, so it immediately takes the picture in the picture. A mess of wet bloody ink.

Cui's old servant's laughter stopped abruptly, and immediately threw Zhu'er's body back on the desk, picked up the brush from before, dipped it randomly into the knife edge of Zhu'er's back heart, and pointed at the chi tiger fish .

At first, Chi Goby was not on guard, and the old servant dotted seven or eight spots of blood-colored ink on its body in one go.

These bloody ink spots are like nails, firmly nailing it in place.

However, in just a few breaths, these blood nails quickly penetrated into Zhu'er's skin and merged into the sea of ​​blood.

The Chi tiger fish was suddenly free, and only swayed its thin tail. In an instant, a series of blood nails were added to its body, so it had to freeze in place again.

Cui's old servant didn't even blink his eyes, and the writing brush in his hand was like flying, and he tapped one blood nail after another without stopping.

Not long after, a large mass of blood appeared on Zhu'er's back. Many of the lines that were used to outline the sea of ​​blood before were hard to distinguish, and the confinement effect of the blood nails was also weakened by most of it.

Every time the goby got out of trouble, it had time to swim forward for a short distance before being pinned for a few breaths in relatively clean waters.

It is also only willing to swim to the waters where the lines are still there and there is no blood stains, and it disdains the places covered by large blood stains.

Seeing that if this continues, the space that can allow the tiger fish to move will disappear.

At that time, I am afraid that this temporarily painted "Picture of Chi Tiger Fish" will be destroyed, and it will no longer have the effect of absorbing spirits.

Perhaps, as Cui's old servant said, the picture scroll of "Chi Tiger Fish Picture" thrown on the ground is not a great treasure, but it is obvious that not everyone can draw it.

However, for some reason, facing the situation where he was about to fall short of success, Cui's old servant didn't see the slightest sign of anxiety on his face, but became more and more calm.

He suddenly handed over the brush to his left hand, and used the pen as a knife to savagely stab the tiger fish, pinning it down. At the same time, he tore off his shirt with his right hand, exposing his bony chest.

Immediately afterwards, he used his bloody index finger to draw lines of water lines on his chest.

This time he was far more hasty than when he was painting Zhuer's back before, the lines he drew were crooked and crooked, they couldn't even resemble the shape, they could only be regarded as freehand.

Qi Jingzhi frowned as he watched, and really couldn't figure out what the other party was up to.

If Zhu'er, because of Cui's blood, managed to temporarily deceive the tiger fish and let him settle down for a while, even if she has no cultivation qualifications, this old servant doesn't even have Cui's blood.

Just now the other party made it clear that the Cui family has its own way of restraining, no matter how hard outsiders practice, they will not be recognized by such a huge chi tiger fish spirit.

If he tried it on himself again, it would be fine if he didn't succeed. If he could really absorb the spirit into his body, the tiger fish's resistance would only be more violent, so it would be better to wipe his neck directly.

"Huh? No!"

Qi Jingzhi's eyes rested on the two colorful tiger eyebrows of Cui's old servant, and he immediately became a little uncertain: "Although the incident happened suddenly tonight, this person and Cui's Patriarch have planned for a long time, and what he did before is a complete set of plans. With a ring, every step has a deep meaning."

"He insisted on doing something on Zhu'er first, and then pouring the Chihu Yuling on himself. I'm afraid it's not aimless. But from the other party's words, it seems that the ancestors of the Cui family have never done such a dangerous thing before. , it is still unknown whether it will be possible..."

While Cui's old servant was busy, he suddenly found that the ghost boy had quietly disappeared without a trace. It seemed that Qi Jingzhi had somehow dealt with it easily. Zhang Lao's face immediately changed slightly.

So, the old servant was busy with work, but he still squeezed out a smile towards Qi Jingzhi, as if he had nothing to say: "The old man once heard from my young master today that Qi Jingzhi traveled thousands of miles to use the red gold sword." Returning the Wei family, such a righteous act is really admirable! The young master also said that the Cui family should make friends with a sincere gentleman like Qi Jiji!"

Qi Jingzhi immediately understood the intention of the other party's words, and couldn't help but feel a tingle in his heart.

It's just that when he went to the back garden of Baiyun Palace alone to warn himself not to take care of Cui's housework, he didn't have such a nice voice, and he didn't seem to want to make friends at all.

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi immediately shook his head and smiled: "I'm only here to settle old grievances with the bastard. By the way, I will see what it is planning with the master behind it. I don't care about the rest. Let alone sincere , the old man showed me a lot of Cui's secrets, and he couldn't be more frank. If the next thing is inconvenient for outsiders to watch, Qi will leave immediately."

Unexpectedly, the old servant of the Cui family shook his head, and said sincerely: "Qi Ji can take a look at whatever he wants, the Cui family is a majestic Saint Jiang's family, and has always been open and aboveboard. Town Devil House!"

The old servant's words were very high-sounding. If he didn't regard Qi Jingzhi as a fool, or he didn't believe what Qi Jingzhi said at all, he was afraid that he would have a grudge because of the previous incident and make a move to ruin Cui's major event, so he had to perfunctory a few times. Sentence, trying to appease him.

As soon as the old servant's words fell, Zhu'er's back on the desk suddenly exploded with a bang, splashing countless flesh and blood, and even the writing brush that nailed the tiger fish was broken into several pieces.

For a moment, the scene in the study was extremely bloody and tragic, and even Mrs. Cui, who was only showing her face by the window, couldn't help but exclaimed.

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but glanced at her, most of his attention was on the old servant and Zhu'er just now, but he didn't pay much attention to this woman, seeing her face now, he suddenly felt that something was not right.

He immediately became a little more careful in his heart, and made up his mind that he must never turn his back to the south window.

At this moment, the Chihu Yuling flew out from the messy desk and slowly walked in mid-air. It seemed that there was no mania and anger in the sea of ​​blood. Instead, it looked around in a daze. Sniff, seems to be wondering where "Chi Tiger Fish Picture" has gone.

Qi Jingzhi's gaze was immediately attracted to him, and while removing the smoky plumage to cover the flesh and blood, he thought to himself: "The memory of these Chihu Yulings is really not very good."

Every time the spirits in these paintings were attracted by blood, they would have to fight again to decide the winner, and as long as they were a little far away from the painting, they would never find their way back. If not, they would not be drawn This is what Cui's old servant calculated.

At the same time, according to Qi Jingzhi's induction, the aura of this Chihu Yuling seems to be... a little more docile?
"Could it be that...compared to the fact that the members of the Wei Clan have been warming and nurturing the Chijin Saber Qi for many years, the old servant of the Cui Clan wants to use this more violent method to wear down the fierce and hostile Qi of the Chihu Yuling in the shortest possible time? Because there is no such great talent as Geshu Dashi in the clan, so you can only use your life to fill it?"

"Could it be that if you want to practice successfully in the six states of the East China Sea, you have to choose such a cruel method?"

"Paying such a high price, it is impossible for Cui's Patriarch to let the final benefit fall on an old slave. The old man in front of him is probably a loyal servant, so..."

Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked at the door leading to the inner room of the study. There was a lot of commotion outside the door, but Cui Zitao was still sleeping soundly inside, without any movement.

Cui's old servant didn't pay attention to the movements of the people around him, and didn't even raise his eyes to stare at Chihu Yuling. Instead, he focused all his attention on the increasingly crude blood map on his chest, which was several times more than before. Very calm and unhurried.

After a while, it wasn't until he wrote the title of the picture and the inscription crookedly with his backhand that he raised his head and looked at the Chihu Yuling who had become restless again because his body was blurred and dissipated again.

Cui's old servant stared at it for a long while, and saw that the Chihu Yuling had almost dispersed into a thick ink, and then kicked on the ground with one foot, and at the same time supported the desk with both hands, and jumped up from the ground.

His two thick and thick lines are particularly eye-catching, swaying in the air, colorful and majestic.

As his stature gradually grew, the old servant struggled to straighten out his chest with loose and wrinkled skin and visible ribs, and faced the Chihu Yuling in mid-air.

Unsurprisingly, Chihu Yuling, who was desperate again, didn't even hesitate this time, and immediately got into the blood sea waves on his chest.

As if struck by lightning, the old servant's body froze suddenly, and then fell heavily.

He still hadn't forgotten to land on one foot, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength in his body. When his knees bent and the soles of his feet slipped, he immediately fell backwards. If he hadn't been supported by a strong arm on his lower back, he might have fallen on his ass. sit on the floor.

Looking at this old man who had maintained an aristocratic attitude in front of people earlier, and seeing him step by step into the current embarrassing and weak appearance, Qi Jingzhi had neither sympathy nor contempt in his heart, he just asked softly: "What's next?" How to do it?"

"Hey, except for the last step, there is no need to do anything, it just depends on how long the old man can last. If I last a little longer, the young master will have more hope of surviving!"

Cui's old servant turned his head to look at the young man, shook his head slightly, and then struggled to stand up.

He turned his body slowly, and when he was completely facing Qi Jing, he took two steps back slowly.

He stared at the young swordsman with a ghost face and silver armor, the light in a pair of old eyes was obviously weaker than before, and he said bitterly: "If it weren't for the old man who can't beat you, tonight's matter is on the line, and there is no delay , we have to gather all the people to silence you!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi took off the scarlet ghost's mask, and smiled at the old man in front of him: "If it weren't for this, the old man would have died earlier."

Hearing this, the old servant also showed a slight smile on his face, and suddenly said: "I have wasted my life for dozens of years, and today I know what a sincere gentleman is!"

After saying that, he bent down slowly, trembling and bowed deeply.

(End of this chapter)