"Huh?" Wuhua's eyes were blank.

An Xian said: "I promised my grandfather to take out the "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" and donate it to the sect, but there is one condition, he must recognize me as his granddaughter. ”

Wuhua was a little annoyed. "Grandpa, that's not right. You were originally his granddaughter, how could he deny you?

An Xian looked up at Wuhua and said slowly, "I lied. I'm not your daddy's daughter. ”

Wuhua looked at An Xian in a daze, he felt that he must have heard it wrong.

An Xian continued: "My original name is Nanrong Anxian, and I am the daughter of the Nanrong Dynasty. It's the one that was posted all over the street some time ago...... I look more and more like her because I deliberately shaved my own facial bones some time ago. As the injuries to my face healed, I gradually regained my appearance. ”

Wuhua slowly lowered his head. Droplets of water dripped down his chin and splashed into the spring, and I don't know if it was a drop of water vapor or something else.

"Wuhua, thank you. Although you and I have only known each other for half a month, this half month is the happiest day of my life. ”

An Xian thought that he would be sad, but he didn't expect that after finishing speaking, he was relieved.

Ge Fei is right, if she continues to deceive, when Wuhua discovers the truth herself, he and she may not only not be able to be friends, but will also become mortal enemies. She didn't want to be his enemy. Moreover, now Wuhua has found self-confidence, and has also inspired the "group of ghost shock" and speed talent, and she is no longer needed. She has also fulfilled her wish to repay him for taking care of him for a hundred years.

"Why?" it took a while for Wu Hua to ask in a low voice.

An Xian poured a handful of hot spring water on his face. "You also saw that the Immortal Heart Firm was looking for me all over the world. But I don't want to go back, I don't want to be that man's wife. But if I rashly take the Nine Turns Yellow Spring to the Ghost Temple, what I get may not be shelter, but disaster. The other day you said that I was like your mother, and I suddenly thought that if I were your sister, you and your grandfather would protect me. Xianxin Trading House will never connect me with Nan Rong An Xian. ”

Wuhua still buried his head deeply, watching the spring water ripple in a circle. "You've already hid it, why are you telling it again?"

An Xian sighed lowly. "I can't hide it. As you can see, my face is recovering, and it's getting more and more like the bounty portrait. ”

Wuhua raised his head and looked at An Xian. His gaze was still soft. It's just that the eye circles are noticeably red. "There are a lot of people in the world who look alike. If my grandfather and I insist that you are our family, no matter how powerful the Immortal Heart Trading Company is, it will not be able to run to the Ghost Temple and rob you. The Xingxia Empire has immortal laws. ”

An Xian shook his head slowly. "It didn't work. That's what I thought. I thought that only a blood test could tell that I was not from your family, thinking that no matter how arrogant those people were, they couldn't force us to take a blood test. However, yesterday, the owner of the market only glanced at us and knew that we were not brothers and sisters. ”

Wuhua was slightly surprised. "That ruin master's cultivation is so high, I read the book that only high-level immortal cultivators who can see through a trace of heavenly power can control the secret of Wangqi. ”

The so-called Wangqi is to observe the breath emanating from the body of an organism. Simple, such as distinguishing between men and women, demons and people, most immortal cultivators know a little bit about it, but in order to determine whether this and the other are blood relatives through "Wangqi", or more information, it is necessary to study the science of "Wangqi" to a considerable extent.

Ge Fei is a master who has mastered the "secret of Wangqi", and with the naked eye alone, he can see that An Xian and Wuhua are not related by blood. At this point, the leaders of the Ghost Temple, Yu Tai, Wen Zhu, Jianyi and others couldn't do it.

An Xian is also helpless. She calculated that the group of experts who play ghosts in the Ghost Temple must not be good at "looking at qi", but she can't calculate that she will meet Ge Fei, let alone who she will meet in the future. The blood relatives lie that I made up is just a paper window that can be broken with a single poke.

"You don't know what the term 'ruin' means, do you?" asked An Xian.

Fog blossom defaults.

An Xian said: "The owner of the ruins is the lord of the immortal ruins. He is the biggest official in Suzhou Fang! If you want to shock the immortal cultivators who come and go in Suzhou Fang, how can you do it if your cultivation is not high?"

Wuhua was silent for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and quickly took his legs out of the hot spring pool, stood up, bypassed the screen, and went outside.

An Xian smiled bitterly. Without this layer of blood traction, he really alienated her all of a sudden. An Xian didn't chase it. She thought to herself, "He probably won't come back." ”

Outside, it's quiet. Wuhua didn't open the door and leave.

An Xian was a little happy, so it seemed that Wuhua was just shy, and he didn't mean to cut off contact with her from now on?

She climbed out of the hot spring pool, used her spiritual power, and dried the loose monastic clothes on her body, and then came out from behind the screen.

"Ahh She pounced on the fog.

Wuhua sat cross-legged, his left wrist already cut. Blood trickles, but it doesn't spill on the ground. Wuhua's right hand pinched a seal, channeling the blood into a ball.

This is the art of blood alchemy. A must-have skill for every Ghost Cultivator. You can't give the ghost to drink raw blood, but you have to make blood food. This is not only a matter of peace and understanding, but also a rule that has been passed down from generation to generation in the ghost temple.

However, the blood refining technique of Wuhua is different from refining blood food. Refining blood food is purification, and it is to remove the evil qi in the blood. At this time, Wuhua was extracting the blood gas in the blood, and the blood gas was solidified. This requires not only ordinary blood, but also sperm blood. With Wuhua's cultivation, there are only a few drops of essence blood in the whole body at most.

"Brother, stop it! You're crazy, what are you doing pumping your own blood?" An Xian knelt in front of Wuhua, tugging at Wuhua's sleeve, but he didn't dare to forcibly stop Wuhua's spellcasting.

During the spell casting process of the immortal cultivator, if it is interrupted by external interference, it is extremely easy for the spell to backfire.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Wuhua's face turned pale and his voice was weak. Refining blood already consumes energy and spiritual power, but he is bleeding at the same time, losing a lot of blood, especially losing essence blood, which is completely self-harming. And it's the kind that could be fatal.

"Brother, stop it! Please! Even if I lied to you, you should let my blood go, right, how can you be so angry that you let your own blood go? Please, stop!" An Xian burst into tears. When she was a ghost, she stayed by Wuhua's side for hundreds of years, and she didn't find out that he had a tendency to self-harm.

Wuhua didn't stop until a thumb-sized oval bead of blood was completely condensed. Wuhua placed this blood bead in the palm of his hand. "Sister, if you take it with you, you will have the same blood as me, even if you are more powerful than the predecessor of the ruin master, you will not be able to see through it anymore. ”

An Xian looked at the blood beads in his palms, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and the tears broke the embankment in an instant, and they kept going. "Brother—"

Not only did he not reproach her, but he also did not leave her! He only silently drew his own blood and refined a bead of blood qi for her, just so that she could escape the scrutiny of those "hopeful" masters.

"Brother-" An Xian threw himself into Wuhua's arms and hugged him tightly. "I'm not a good woman, and I don't deserve it. ”