Chapter 18: Receiving the Knife

The wind chimes and Liu Sen said that they were leaving, and the speed was very fast, and they disappeared into the stone forest in the blink of an eye.

Liu Suifeng turned out from behind Feng Wuya, stood in front of Feng Wuya, touched the back of his head, and said suspiciously, "I'm your apprentice?"

Hearing Liu Suifeng ask, Feng Wuya couldn't help but feel sad, and when he saw Liu Suifeng's expectant eyes, he said with a smile: "Yes, you are my apprentice, my only apprentice." ”

Liu Suifeng wanted to ask something, but before he could do so, he heard Feng Wuya speak again: "Okay, since you are my apprentice, then I will teach you something." From today onwards, you can learn carving from me. ”

While saying this, Feng Wuya helped Liu Suifeng to the house and asked Liu Suifeng to sit down at the stone table.

Hua Wanru's expression was anxious and irritable, she didn't feel Hua Yiru's improvement, and she felt a little sad in her heart.

The flower seemed to be in the middle of a sad heart, but suddenly heard footsteps outside the garden, so she jumped off the white peony and leaned directly towards the sound.

Walking closer, Hua Wanru found that the person who came was Hua Yiru, who was dressed in white, fainted in the peony garden, and the two lip leaves of the whole person became dark green.

Tears flowed out of Hua Wanru's eye sockets, and dripped on the peony leaves, and Hua Wan leaned over to help Hua Yiru, and her heart was extremely sad.

Hua Wan couldn't help but complain to herself in the bottom of her heart: "It's all my fault, if it weren't for me, my sister wouldn't have become like this?"

The flower is like holding the flower Yiru, putting the flower Yiru on the white peony, a trace of loss flashed in the bottom of the heart, and at the same time a touch of expectation rose in the heart, hoping that the body of the flower Yiru can be warmed up. However, judging from Hua Yiru's injury, she will not be able to heal for a while.

After Hua Yiru's body lay on the white peony, the petals of the white peony gradually began to close.

And the peonies in the entire garden began to release demonic energy to their heart's content, and after a while, the entire peony garden was filled with demonic energy.

And Hua Yiru, who is wrapped in the petals of the white peony, is in a trance state of consciousness, and seems to have cut off contact with the outside world.

The flower seems to sit next to the white peony, quietly watching all this, waiting for the recovery of the flower Yiru.

"Alas!"

Just when Hua Wanru was sad and didn't know what to do, a very light sigh reached Hua Wanru's ear piercing.

Hua Wan couldn't help but be stunned, she didn't feel that anyone was here, but why was there a sigh?

Hua Wan looked up and saw a man.

The man was dressed in a green shirt and a scarf, as if he was a scholar rushing to take the exam. In his hand, he was indeed holding a bamboo slip.

The bamboo slips were already yellowish and white, obviously caused by frequent flipping, and they were folded and lying quietly in his hands.

As soon as she saw this man, Hua Wan couldn't help but be stunned. Because Hua seems to have discovered, this is a man who is extremely pure. There is no smoke on his body, as if it is a drop of dew in the morning, which is clear and clear. He gives people a feeling of natural and intimate, like the air on the mountainside in the middle of the night, which makes people feel refreshed all over.

"Girl, is this pearl peony sick?"

The man was stunned when he saw Hua Wanru looking at him, and couldn't help but point to Hua Yiru's body and ask.

Hua seemed to be awakened by the man's words, and then looked at the man's fingers, and couldn't help but look stunned.

The flower seems to have found that because of the pregnancy of the flower, the flower stem of the white peony was actually broken and crumbling in the void, as if the wind was blowing, there was a danger of shaking. And the break of the flower stem is only the beginning, and there is no sign of ending. Just now, Hua Wanwan was sad and didn't pay attention to this.

When the man saw that Hua Wan ignored him, he couldn't help but say to Hua Wanru again: "Girl, is this Zhuhua sick? If necessary, I can cure her!"

Hua Wanru couldn't help but get excited when she heard the man say this, turned around and said earnestly: "Really? Can you really save her? As long as you can save her, I will give you whatever you want!"

Hearing Hua Wanru say this, the man smiled, and his warm smile was like the warm sun in March, almost making Hua Wanru lose again: "Saving lives and helping the wounded is my duty, and I don't need any return from you." ”

After saying this, the man came to Bai Peony's side and reached out and took out a knife from his arms. The knife is slender, like a willow leaf, and glows golden against the background of the morning sun. The blade is extremely sharp, shining with sparkling sparkles.

The man lifted his cuffs, stretched out his lancet, and gently scraped it on his arm.

Finally, the man scratched the skin, and the blood flowed out, and with a wave of his arm, the blood droplets flew towards the white peony stem. Carefully holding the lancet, one end of the lancet is the man's wound, and the other end is the flower stem of a white peony. Strange to say, the flower stem, which had been cracking rapidly, slowly stopped breaking under the moisture of the man's blood.

The man's face turned pale, even in the sun, it looked like a blank piece of paper, so that the flowers on the side seemed to see, and he couldn't help but feel distressed.

This enigmatic man doesn't know why he is here, and why he used his blood to save Hua Yiru.

Hua Yiru's consciousness began to condense from scatteredness, and a warm feeling flowed towards her body from the petals of the white peony. This warm current not only made the injuries on Hua Yiru's body slowly recede, but even Hua Yiru's spirit became refreshed.

However, I don't know why, Hua Yiru's heart is always unhappy, as if she wants to lose something.

The man's face became more and more pale, and finally fell next to the white peony, and after seeing it, Hua Yiru wanted to reach out to help him, but was stopped by the man: "I can't do it," the man said intermittently, "I just want to ...... Hopefully she will survive. If I die, I hope you will bury me by her roots. ”

The man's strength, as if he could only finish this sentence, closed his eyes, and let the blood all over his body flow out of the lancet, staining the flower stems of white peonies, so that the constantly broken flower stems were full of vitality and vitality.

When the last drop of blood was gone, the man's body turned into a lancet, and then turned into a point of light in the void, scattering into the stems, leaves, and roots of the white peony.

The flower seemed to stretch out her right hand, letting those points of light pass through her fingers, staring at the increasingly bright and dazzling white peony, thoughtful.

After staring at the ground for a moment, he found that there was a lancet on the ground, which had been sharp and sharp, but now it was dim.

The flower seemed to pick up the lancet on the ground, slowly lifted the soil next to the white peony, and slowly buried it next to the root of the white peony.

The lancet buried in the ground, exuding a slight golden light, constantly gathered the demonic energy around the body, and condensed into a demonic qi mass around the body, moistening the peony flower roots.

Hua looked at the place where the lancet was buried, and did not speak, but looked at the white peony.

The white peony becomes crystal clear, incomparably gorgeous, and the petals are delicate and abnormal, with a dewy air.

The petals slowly opened, and the white peony began to bloom, revealing the unconscious flower lying inside.

When I opened my eyes, Hua Yiru's consciousness gradually began to slowly return to Su, remembering everything before the coma. She slowly closed her eyes again, slowly remembering something, and a smile remained on her face. She didn't look like she had just recovered from a serious illness, it was as if she had experienced a scenic trip and was immersed in the scenery that made her heart sway.

Hua Wanru watched from the sidelines, and found that Hua Yiru opened and closed her eyes, and asked cautiously, "Sister, are you okay?"

Hua Yiru opened her eyelids, saw Hua Wanru with a worried face, and smiled brightly: "It's okay, what can I do?"

Hua Wanru finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Hua Yiru completely recover, and her chest became refreshed from dullness, but she still bowed her head and admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, sister, in the future, I will never let you bother again." ”

Hua Yiru saw Hua Wanru admit her mistake, and under Hua Wanru's rare behavior, a relieved smile appeared in her eyes, and then she sat up, touched Hua Wanru's head, and said with a smile: "Silly girl, you are my sister, where is there anything to bother with." ”

Waiting for Liu Suifeng to sit at the stone table, Feng Wuya said to him, "You sit down for a while, and then I will bring you your carving knife." ”

After a while, Liu Suifeng heard the footsteps of Feng Wuyi, did not look back, and continued to sit down in front of the stone table, waiting for Feng Wuyi.

Liu Suifeng looked at the stone house, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar, and before he had time to think about it, he found that Feng Wuya was already standing in front of the table.

On the stone table at this moment, there is a stone box, only about three inches long and about two inches wide. It looked inconspicuous, but Liu Suifeng found that the demonic energy around it was rippling, drifting, accumulating, slowly drifting towards the stone box, and disappeared before it entered the stone box.

Feng Wuya saw Liu Suifeng like this, and smiled with satisfaction, thinking that Liu Suifeng was really not simple, and he actually saw the peculiarity of the stone box.

However, Feng Wuya just thought so, if he knew that Liu Suifeng saw how the stone box was unusual, I am afraid he would not think so.

Feng Wuya smiled and said to Liu Suifeng, "Come, open it and see if this carving knife fits?"

Liu Suifeng opened the stone box as he said, and as soon as the stone box was opened, he felt that his face was full of pain, and he was actually given to her by the edge of the carving knife hidden in the stone box.

In a shining blue light, Liu Suifeng slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes and saw the carving knife.

The carving knife is slender and long, like a willow leaf in a spring willow.

The carving knife that Feng Wuya gave to Liu Suifeng turned out to be a lancet.

This lancet, if it was seen by a flower, would surely make her incredible. Because, it and the flower are like a lancet buried by your own hands, it is simply carved out of the same mold. Except for the different colors, this lancet is pale green, while the buried lancet is golden. For the rest, it's the same.

Feng Wuya was about to tell Liu Suifeng about the knowledge of the carving knife, but found that Liu Suifeng slowly picked up the lancet.

Picking up the lancet and pinching it between the index finger and thumb of his right hand, Liu Suifeng's eyes appeared stunned, and then closed them.

Feng Wuya closed his mouth that wanted to open and looked at Liu Suifeng curiously. Since he got this carving knife, he has experimented and pondered it repeatedly, but he has found that this carving knife is relatively sharp, and nothing else has been found. And today's willow with the wind, after seeing the lancet, it is like a gain.

Willow closed his eyes with the wind, and the lancet kept moving between his fingers, jumping between the fingers of his right hand.

And Liu Suifeng's consciousness also came to a strange world. The reason why it is strange is because its composition is relatively special. It is composed of carvings, flying in the sky, climbing on the ground, swimming in the water, running in the forest, everything, everything, and even some things, which are never seen before in the willow with the wind.

These things, from the mountains that reach the heavens and the earth to the tiny specks of dust, all have their own rhythms.

It's not real, but it's better than it's true, even those who are dead in reality have a little bit of life and are extraordinarily smart.

Liu watched everything with a blank look, saw the puppy dragging the kitten and heard the pony talking to the tiger with her own ears. There is a harmony, even the language is unified, there is nothing to destroy the beauty of these things. There is no strife, no war, only harmony, peace and peace.

After this stunned effort, Liu Suifeng's fingers loosened.

Feng Wuya saw very clearly, Liu Suifeng's hand had been withdrawn from the blade of the lancet, but the lancet was floating between Liu Suifeng's fingers, as if it was weightless in Liu Suifeng's hands, not being pulled by the center of the earth, just floating out of thin air.

Liu came to his senses with the wind and bent over to pick up a playful puppy, but found that just as he was about to touch the puppy, the world was spinning in front of him. When everything was settled, he returned to the stone hut, his standing body not even moving. However, at this moment, his fingertips were actually pierced by a lancet.

Blood flowed out of Liu Suifeng's fingertips, and the lancet stuck to the bleeding fingertips, drinking as much as he wanted, until Liu Suifeng's face turned pale, and then a blue light emitted and drilled into Liu Suifeng's fingertips.

And the fingertips of the willow with the wind, after the lancet drilled in, the wound suddenly healed.

Liu Suifeng looked at the disappearing lancet, a little overwhelmed, looking at the wind without end, and asked silently.

Feng Wuya smiled bitterly: "It is only now that I finally understand. It's mine, it's always mine, it's not mine, it's not mine. This lancet has been in my hands for decades, and I have been studying it diligently, but I have found nothing, but I did not expect that the first time you saw it today, it followed you. ”

Liu Suifeng doesn't know why, is it possible that a small blade can be so spiritual?

Seeing Liu Suifeng like this, Feng Wuya smiled and said, "If you don't believe it, try to imagine what the lancet looks like in your hand." ”