There are many words, but the love is not over. Han Qingxin is already in tears.

Zhu Beichen resolutely asked Sanqian, "What you want, I'll give it, they, are you sure you will let it go?" ”

He began to understand a little bit why, at the beginning, when Sanqian went and returned, he would go to the rainforest Miao Village to save himself, because he swallowed that Gu worm, and the Gu worm was very important to him.

He also thought clearly, the chance encounter between the three thousand and them in the valley was indeed accidental, but saving them was actually in his calculations. No one in the Miao Land dared to touch the water from the three wells, and he needed someone to help take out the young Gu.

Three thousand were very calculating, and he calculated exactly what they would encounter on this journey, even to the point that he would be thirsty, and he would pass by the three wells and drink the water from them. The well water soaked in Gu worms is the sweetest and sweetest.

In those few days, the young Gu is about to grow, and this final procedure is to feed with a living sacrifice, this is the cognitive category of the shaman, Zhu Beichen is the best candidate, because his life lamp is extremely dim, like a dead person, this kind of Gu worm needs a person with extremely heavy yin qi, Zhu Beichen is unlucky. He walked into the calculation of three thousand step by step, and three thousand let Zhu Beichen take out the Gu worm one step ahead of the Gu cultivator.

"Although I don't think I'm a good person, I'll do whatever it takes to get the better of me." Sanqian glanced at Zhu Beichen again as he spoke, and he didn't dare to look directly at Zhu Beichen's gaze. That look was so sharp and blazing that Sanqian even had shame in his eyes, but he had to do so. "But, I promise you, keep them safe, and they can get out of here safely."

"Hmph, that's enough, you remember your words today, if I die, you will be unfavorable to them, I swear by this Gu worm in my body, if you dare to break your oath, the great witches of the Jiuli Dynasty are above, you will be divided into ten thousand Gu corpses, and you will fall into the Nine Shadows forever."

This is an extremely vicious oath among the Miao people, Zhu Beichen reads through the Yin Fu Sutra, he knows the beliefs of the Miao people, they may not be afraid of the retribution of the reincarnation of the gods and Buddhas in the next life, but this is an oath with Gu, with the witness of the ancestors of the Jiuli tribe, he believes that the three thousand will abide by the oath.

The wooden door on the roof of the water dungeon was heavily closed, blocking out the light from the outside world. The humid environment fell into darkness again, and neither Han Qingxin nor Qijian could see Zhu Beichen's expression.

His expression must be extremely lonely, the eyes of the dying man are diffuse and empty, and he is confused and nostalgic for the world. As if the black water in the dungeon was no longer cold, what was suffocating was absolute silence, the breath of the present world that only remained when life was about to pass. At this time, only Han Qingxin's low sobs were like a soul-breaking track, a sound of mourning.

"You're not afraid?"

"I am already a person who has died once, I have a deeper sense of life than anyone else, my desire for life is more real than anyone else, I will never ask for death if I can live." This is a conversation between Qijian and Zhu Beichen, in the dark and dark water prison.

After three years of incubation, three years of growth, and another three years of growth, Qijian finally figured out what this group of black seedlings was cultivating. Now, this Gu is in Zhu Beichen's body. This thing is of great significance to any Miao Min, especially Three Thousand, he is just a Gu Disciple. But, soon, he will not be the same.

"Girl, don't cry your nose, in fact, I really thank you, we have no relatives and no reason, although you have the reason why you follow me and help me, but I really thank you, from the bottom of my heart, I can't live anymore, but I hope you can live well." Zhu Beichen rarely cried, and he didn't cry this time.

Since the first time he cooked rice on the fire that year, he was injured by the flames, he cried, and swore that even if it hurt again in the future, the tears in this life have been exhausted, and he will not cry again. So, this time, he was smiling.

Even if you are about to face death, everyone will be afraid of death.

"Get out, get out of yours, you're crying, you're a girl, I'm five years older than you, okay." Han Qingxin's crying was a little angry, with a little smile, and she couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in now.

She was reluctant to Zhu Beichen, she couldn't do anything, but she didn't want to burden Zhu Beichen, at least before she died. Perhaps, she also thought that she had a chance to save him.

The two smiled miserably, talking to each other and parting, and the sad picture also moved the always cold Shichima. But this is on the banks of the Blackwater River, and there are already wizards here, and there is nothing they can do.

……

Sanqian returned to his bamboo house, where a dim oil lamp was burning, and an old man with a white beard sat at a small table, and a large bamboo chimney rose from the smoke of pee.

"Grandpa, he agreed." The interest of the three thousand was not high, and the mood was low to the freezing point. There are still tears in the corners of his eyes, which is not like his usual resolute and resolute character.

The old man did not reply, and continued to smoke a cigarette, coughing a few times from time to time. The grandfather of the three thousand, that is, the old man in front of him, is also one of the only three high priests on the banks of the Blackwater River.

He was proficient in Gu, and he knew exactly what it was that Lord who had spent nine years raising in the three ancient wells in the rainforest. He loved this grandson so much that he knew what might happen if he stole it.

Sanqian has been an extremely hardworking child since he was a child, and his talent is also extremely high, and everything is easy to do. Only on the way to Gu Technique, three thousand painstaking and lonely studies have been studying for eight years, and they are still stuck in the realm of Gu disciples.

But his master, who was also his grandfather, was one of the only three high priests in the clan, and their family was loved and respected by the clan, and there were three thousand cultivated by famous teachers, so they should not have such achievements.

Now, only this Gu worm can help him, this is a Gu worm bred by the Great Witch himself, a Gu worm that has been successfully resurrected according to the Black Miao Bible.

In the festival after January, he successfully promoted to the Gu Master, and even went further. The old man understood his grandson's thoughts, he was not good-looking, and even under his own teaching, he had not been able to reach the level of a Gu master in eight years, but he had always had an obsession.

The old man shook his head helplessly, even if three thousand could reach the level of the high priest in the future, that lord would not be able to afford three thousand. He couldn't bear to say what he could say to his grandson again.

The old man put the cigarette bottle aside and cleared his throat, "It's late at night, let's go to sleep first, that kind of Gu can only be taken out at noon, the yin qi is too heavy at night, and we can't subdue him." Go ahead. With that, he turned and walked into the back room.

Zhu Beichen treats people very sincerely, as long as he sincerely treats you as his friend. San Qian indifferently looked at the direction where the water prison was located, thinking of the days when he and Zhu Beichen got along, if, without her, without these too many ifs, we might be very good friends.

(I'm a little tired this week, so let's start 2 shifts a day next week.) ）