Grudge Breaker

- The realm of secluded sleep, Wu Nian Mansion.

Gu Cangyue, wearing a ginger-yellow brocade robe, swaggered into Sad Hua Fan's study. It is more like a comfortable resting place than a study room, with all kinds of music, tea and wine, but only a few books.

Master Si You was half-leaning on the Arhat bed, smiling at the man in front of her. She was wearing a black and red gauze skirt today, with black eyeliner and a touch of red eye shadow. Her eyes were as charming as lightning - she was the kind of person in the world The man who prided himself on Liu Xiahui couldn't help but want to sneak a peek at the stunning beauty, but unfortunately Gu Cangyue didn't even look at her. She walked to the study and sat down next to a guqin, and gently played with the strings twice.

"Master Cang Yue is so interested. When did you become interested in piano art?"

"Are you looking for me to understand my interests?" Gu Cangyue stroked Qin without raising her eyes.

Sad Huafan smiled, got up from the Arhat bed, and sat with his legs crossed, which made his beautiful legs even more slender and graceful. "Lord Cang Yue is really disappointed. You don't have a good look at asking others to do things." She put her arms on the desks beside her and lightly supported her chin with her fingers. "Such a wonderful story, I suddenly don't want to tell it."

Gu Cangyue originally lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the light in her eyes. After hearing these words, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Sad Painting Fan. The latter only felt that several rays of light were emitted from his eyes like the noon sun in August, and she was sleeping deeply. She couldn't bear the heat. She felt that her gauze skirt and long hair were flying, so she quickly used magic to cover her face with her arms.

Lonely Cangyue lowered her eyes and regained her concentration, leaning sideways and resting her head on her hands, "Do you want to say anything now?"
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Sad Painting Fan was a little embarrassed, and his body unconsciously sat more upright, "This drop of blood comes from a woman, about twenty years old, a mortal who has no cultivation and no magic."

"So what's the highlight of this story?" There was some impatience in his voice.

Sad Hua Fan was a little proud, chuckled, stood up and walked around the room, "I never expected that the owner of this drop of blood would actually have a wonderful fate with you in the past. It's no wonder that Lord Cang Yue would be so interested in this." She was curious."

Gu Cangyue sat up, "Is she really destined to be with me?"

"Thousands of years ago, Your Excellency was still the God of the Luan Bird. He was injured for some reason while traveling in the Three Realms and passing by the mortal world. Does Master Cang Yue have any impressions?" she asked.

Of course he remembers.

It was the "Tianzhi Minggui Festival" that happens once every sixty years in the human world. Many gods would go to watch the ceremony. Luanniao just happened to pass by and saw a lot of immortal spiritual energy gathered in one place in the human world, so he went to join in the fun.

It is an open place close to the capital, with mountains and rivers, music and music, and a vitality. A Huanqiu altar was built with thuja wood in the open space, and a round granite was placed in the center of the altar as the "Heaven's Heart Stone". The ceremonial place of the officiating person.

The altar is divided into three floors. The lower third floor has twenty-eight Thuja wood pillars, which means the twenty-eight stars; the middle layer has twelve Thuja wood pillars, which means the twelve months and the twelve hours of the year; On the upper floor, eight stone tablets were erected according to the directions of the innate eight trigrams. On the stone tablet in the Qian position were engraved four large seal characters of "Respect Heaven and Serve Ghosts", and in the lower left corner next to it was a small line of Mozi's "Ming Gui Pian". The sentence in it is, "There are ghosts and gods, and generals must respect the Ming Dynasty, which is the way of the sage king."

Ninety-nine and eighty-one men wearing straight black sacrificial robes stood on three levels, chanting around the altar. Luan Bird is very close and curious by nature. He does not hide in the clouds like other immortals. Instead, he transforms into a pure white peacock and lands on the big tree near the sacrifice site. He looks at the group of people below with interest. Fireworks salute, wine offering, incense burning, sword dance, farewell ceremony...it was so lively. Suddenly the venue became quiet, and the worshipers were seen standing in the innate Bagua directions, and then sitting in the Vajra holding the mantra. A woman wore a pure white gauze skirt and a red silk trailing belt. Her skirts fluttered as she walked to the Tianxin Stone in the center of the altar. After cleaning her hands and burning incense, she slowly sat down and began to play the guqin. The peacock formed by the illusion of a Luan bird only felt the sound of the piano. When the spleen and heart are filled with joy, they can't help but open their tails and call out a few times. In the eyes of the worshipper, this is an auspicious and auspicious omen for the sacrifice, which is a sign of good luck and brings blessings to all living beings, so they are naturally happy.
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Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened next.

At the end of the ceremony, the officiant stood in the center of the altar as required by the ceremony. Blindfolded, he shot three arrows that were tempered with the cinnabar of the 7749th day. The higher and farther the arrows were shot, the better. It was regarded as righteousness entering the blue clouds and all evil spirits coming out. And there is a right path in the world.

The officiant that day was a young man who was about to succeed Juzi in the Mo family. He was seen walking to the altar wearing a golden and black brocade robe. He was blindfolded and drew his bow. He took three arrows with one bow. He stretched his arms and let go. The three arrows shot out like a rainbow. In the sky, just as everyone was rejoicing, they discovered that one of the arrows actually hit the white peacock that had just flown not far away. The peacock was injured and fell to the ground. The flesh of its wings was punctured and bleeding, and everyone was shocked. The scene got out of control for a moment.

"I was shot by the cinnabar-quenched arrow. I was unable to transform into my true body for a while. I could only show myself as a peacock. I remember that I was taken to a mansion for treatment and left after my injury healed. But this matter has nothing to do with that. What does it have to do with the owner of the dripping blood?”

Gu Cangyue thought for a while, "Could she be the woman who sacrificed the piano that day?"

Sad Hua Fan smiled meaningfully, "Not only that, she is also the one who saved you."

"What do you mean by this? I have never seen her again since that sacrificial ceremony."
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"The cinnabar is originally a thing of the highest yang. The Mohists also chose to set up an altar at noon every day and temper the arrowheads for 7,749 days. In addition, the archer has pure yang in his eight figures. It is naturally extremely powerful, otherwise it would be impossible to hurt you. This means that the golden sore medicine that can cure your wounds is also extraordinary. In addition to the common medicinal materials such as male soil turtle, binanxing, blood root, nux vomica, dragon bone, southern safflower, and Sichuan Qianghuo, a special medicine is also needed. Mix these medicinal powders into a medicinal slurry - that is the blood of a woman with pure Yin and no human experience. Only this blood can restrain the chilling aura of cinnabar and allow the wound to heal."

"You mean, she used her blood to treat my injuries?"

Sad Hua Fan sat back on the Arhat bed again and looked at Lonely Cangyue with a half-smile, "What I mean is, Master Cangyue has a trace of her heart's blood flowing on her body. That girl uses blood and medicine, and the amount required is not small. Look, her blood has already followed the medicine and seeped into your meridians and blood through the wound. No wonder you care so much about the owner of this drop of blood."

Gu Cangyue suddenly realized that he and Song Weichen had met a long time ago. Not only did they meet, they were even connected by blood.

Gu Cangyue looked at the sad painting fan and suddenly laughed loudly, "Interesting, really interesting! Master Si You really told a good story!"
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Gu Cangyue stood up, straightened her clothes and was about to leave, "I owe you a favor. Please speak up if necessary."

Sad Hua Fan played with a strand of his hair, "I also have an interesting discovery that I want to share with you."

Gu Cangyue stood with her hands behind her hands and turned her head, waiting for her next words.

"Sir, do you know who shot you on the day of the sacrifice?"