Qingqiu is difficult

Zijing and Xinyi hurriedly went to check the old man's injuries. Zijing carefully diagnosed the spiritual veins and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just that I couldn't bear the grief for a while. I'll be fine when I wake up soon."

As he said that, he looked at the fox on the side: "It's just a pity that he has such a good spiritual foundation. Just judging from the aura around him, he should be very talented. If he practices in the future, he will definitely become a good monk."

Lu Xinyi felt sad in her heart. She stretched out her hand to hold the snow-white dumpling in her arms: "He is from the Chu country, and it is not something he can choose. He is so young, but he is willing to give up his life to repay kindness, which proves that his nature is not bad. .”

As she spoke, she stroked the white fox's fur. Suddenly, her fingers felt like they were electrocuted:

"He's not dead yet!"

Zijing thought she was hallucinating, so she stretched out her hand to take the white fox away: "The spiritual foundation has been destroyed. His spiritual power is low and he can't hold on..."

But before he finished speaking, his hand stopped where he was.

Under the soft fur, a force was beating on his fingertips - that was the power of pulse. Why does a species still have a pulse when it has no heart?

Zijing paused and retracted his hand: "This guy is not an ordinary fox, he is most likely a spiritual beast."

The sky became gloomy, a cold wind blew by, and there was a sign of rain. The two immediately looked at each other, Zijing carried the old man on his back, and Xin Yi held the little fox in his arms and ran towards the city.

Not long after running, the rain began to fall, but the way back to the city was still far away. The sky was gloomy and dark. Where could I find my way back?

At this moment, a ruined temple loomed faintly behind the tree, and the two of them ran into the ruined temple in a panic.

Half of the temple has collapsed, and the cold wind is blowing in. Even if there is straw, it is inevitable that there is no room for drying in the bedside room. Zijing put down the old man, took a look at the holes in the roof, pulled the jade gui from the statue, jumped up to the beam, filled some holes with the jade gui, then took off the cloak of the statue and blocked it too. Got the hole.

Seeing him jumping down from the beam, patting the dust on his hands, Lu Xinyi said: "You are not polite, this is Jingguo's Snake Temple, and you are living in someone else's house. He also destroyed other people’s idols.”

Zijing nonchalantly found some firewood and set up a fire in the ground: "God is in the world, not in the temple."

After a while, the old man began to snore. Lu Xinyi was still a little girl after all, holding the white fox and sitting beside Zijing. She was tired after wandering for a day. Unknowingly, her head rested heavily on Zijing's shoulder.

Looking at the appearance of the woman in front of him, he felt warm in his heart. Zijing raised his hand to stroke the broken hair on her temples. Just then, there was a thunder outside the door, which shocked his hand back.

Li Si appeared at the crumbling temple door, dragged his wet body, and opened the temple door.

"Boss." He knelt down on one knee, his face brightened by the thunder, and the panic in his eyes could be seen clearly.

"What's wrong? Didn't I tell you to guard the Book of Heaven?" Zijing looked at the person in front of him angrily. It wasn't that he was angry with Li Si, it was just...

Li Si could not help but tremble all over, and rainwater dripped from his hair, cuffs, and hem of his clothes:

"Boss, the Book of Heaven has changed. Jingguo's luck is getting weaker and weaker. Your spiritual foundation is getting worse and worse." He raised his head with difficulty to look at Zijing - in other words, it should be Jingmo. , I saw that his face was getting darker and his eyes were slightly narrowed. Yes, Jingguo's luck should have been broken long ago, but Emperor Jing was not dead yet, and those rebels were still alive, so Jingguo was not completely ruined. But he has never been so attached to life.

He waved his hand, and Li Si bowed again, but did not raise his head. He let his whole body tremble and shed tears on the rainy night:

"Boss, for the current plan, it is better to cooperate with Chu State and protect Jing State first. In this case, you and Princess Xinyi can..."

"Do you think I'm the same person as that useless loser Zhang?" He roared in a low voice, fearing to wake up the woman next to him. He put a hand on her ear and restrained her from casting spells.

Li Si was silent. He couldn't understand. Is there anything more important in this life than living?

Jingmo suppressed the turbulence in his heart and asked calmly: "Where is Lu Xinyi, what is her fate?"

"Boss..." Li Si slowly raised his body, but still did not dare to look at Jing Mo, and whispered, "In the heavenly book,... the princess's destiny has long been lost. Her destiny was cut off three years ago. .”

After hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared on Jingmo's gloomy face, as if a heavy stone had fallen to the ground. He couldn't help it anymore. This joy seemed to be worse than the sadness and worry just now. He looked at Xin Yi and laughed out loud. He came, holding her head with both hands, and her shoulders were shaking.

Then, he buried her into his chest and looked up at the dilapidated temple.

Look, little girl, look at what I’m saying, I’m going to say, people’s lives can be changed! People's lives can indeed be changed, little one, I finally did it, I finally changed your life, I finally...

He ignored his ungloved hands and just held her in his arms, stroking her cheeks and the back of her hands, but he felt overwhelmed with joy: "Lu Xinyi, you finally don't have to suffer this fate." Or is it because of the curse? Are you happy, Lu Xinyi? Are you happy?"

Li Si sighed: "Boss, but you also broke the spirit base to save her. In order to save her, Jingguo was destroyed. As a snake god, you have even broken the spirit base. Now she wakes up, but Is it worth it for you to forget all about you?"

Li Si still remembers that day when the boss was dying and came to Wanshe Cave, where they gathered. He sat on the ground with his eyes lowered and patted him on the shoulder: "There is nothing good about Chu State, except There is a spell that can be used to change people's lives through spiritual practice. I used it and it worked very well."

Li Si was shocked: "Boss, don't you despise Chu's spells the most? Boss, why are you so weak? Could it be that you..."

He just briefly explored the boss's spiritual power, then collapsed on the ground: "Boss, your spiritual power..."

Jingmo smiled and waved his hands. Underneath his seemingly relaxed expression, he had such a pale face with sweat beads on it.

"It's okay, no one is worshiping me, and my spiritual power is not very high. If my spiritual base is destroyed, I can't live well! Take me to the medicine pool to soak in it quickly. I still have a statue of a god that I can worship in the human world. If you still can’t die, it’s not a bad exchange!”

"Boss!"

When Li Si thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. Although he knew that sometimes the change of dynasty was just the corruption of the system and the stupidity of the rulers, but as the patron saints, didn't they protect this country at all costs? Country?

But looking at the boss with red rashes on his hands in front of him, he was confused again. Without his spiritual energy, he had been soaking in the medicine pool for a long time, and his skin had become allergic over time. Now he would rather endure the pain than to treat that pain. The little girl was hugged tightly in his arms, and his skin was clearly tingling, but he looked so satisfied and happy... (End of Chapter)