But it seems that the matter is not so simple, Tangbao has never returned, and he has not been able to contact him, and he has never replied to Dongfang's letter. Luo Eleven was so anxious that he was about to go crazy, but he almost didn't rush to the Immortal Pavilion in person to snatch the sugar treasure back. The master rarely eats with her anymore, and he spends most of his time alone in the ashram.

The Fairy Sword Conference is approaching, and everyone is busy preparing or stepping up their practice. Hua Qiangu couldn't calm down no matter what, he was worried about Bai Zihua all the time, but he seemed to have the intention to avoid her, and it was difficult to see her at all.

One night, she tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep, when she suddenly faintly heard the sound of a tea cup breaking, she suspected that it was her own delusion, and it seemed to come from the master's room. If you don't feel at ease, you should put on your clothes and take a look.

When I walked outside the master's door, I saw that the light was dark inside, and I didn't dare to go in for a long time. Recently, the master has been very strict with himself, especially he doesn't like to bother him all the time.

After standing outside the door for a long time, she heard no movement inside, turned around and planned to leave quietly, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly heard the slight scraping sound of glass shards on the ground, and the sound was not loud, but in the silence of the night, she heard it in her ears was particularly harsh. She was startled and stopped. A moment later, she heard a slight cough, which was very subtle and forbearing, but it instantly broke her nerves, which were already tense to the extreme.

Turning his head, he ran to the master's bedroom, and without saying a word, kicked the door open.

"You ......," Bai Zi saw the door suddenly bloom, and Qian Gu stood by the door, looking at him stupidly, his eyes full of surprise and panic. He struggled to stand up with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, but the blood gushing out instantly dyed his white sleeve robe red.

"Master!" Hua Qiangu pounced in front of him and lifted him up from the fragments of the cup beside the bed. Internal forces and true qi were constantly entering his body.

"You...... You're coughing up blood again......" Hua Qiangu's voice trembled. Reaching out to check his pulse, he turned out to be so weak that there was not much left of his skills. She knew! She knew! This poison couldn't be solved so easily, and the master was desperately holding on to the immortal power, getting weaker and weaker day by day, and one day he would die.

"Master......" Hua Qiangu helped him lie down on the bed, and hurriedly took out a piece of white silk from his arms and wiped the blood on his lips. His life, his strength, and his immortal qi were also constantly lost with his blood. In the moonlight, the face is paler than paper.

Bai Zihua knew that he couldn't hide how long she could drag on for one more day.

"I'm fine, Xiao Gu, go back. ”

Hua Qiangu knelt beside his bed and held his hand: "Master, isn't there any way to detoxify?"

Bai Zihua didn't want to deceive her, so he shook his head gently: "The poison has entered the bones and there is no cure." ”

Hua Qiangu gasped and said, "The bell must be tied to the bell, and what if the Shennong Ding is used to refine the antidote?"

Bai Zihua still shook his head: "It's too late......" The light poisoning is enough, and after being inhaled, the Ding poisoning has already been refined into every inch of his body. He will slowly lose his immortal body and turn into ashes. All you can do is try to control yourself, not to be controlled by the poison and fall into the devil's path, and to postpone this date as much as possible.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Hua Qiangu grabbed his hand tightly, shook his head desperately, looked at the blood all over the ground, and suddenly reacted: "That's right!

Hua Qiangu grabbed the shards on the ground and slashed them hard at his wrist.

Blood gushed out, and Bai Zihua only smelled a strange fragrance, and his mind lost control in an instant. The sudden surge of greed and muscle hunger in his body was something he had never experienced before.

"Go away!" Bai Zihua scolded in a low voice, pushing her arm away. How can he survive by sucking the blood of his own disciples?

"Master!" Hua Qiangu stretched out her arm in front of him reluctantly, "If you don't drink it, let it drain like this." ”

"You ......" Bai Zi drew a moment of anger.

"There is a lot of blood in Xiao Gu, master, you drink it, it doesn't matter, as long as you can save it, Master Xiao Gu is willing to do anything!"

A drop of blood dripped onto Bai Zi's painted face, and the pale face was quite beautiful and poignant. Bai Zihua's mind was dizzy under such a rich fishy fragrance that could not be dissolved. Finally, he couldn't resist it, and covered his lips on Hua Qiangu's wrist, and he couldn't see anything in front of him except a piece of scarlet.

Hua Qiangu felt that the master's two thin lips stayed on his wrists, his body seemed to be pierced by an electric current, his legs were numb, and his body trembled. Kneeling on the ground, leaning weakly on the couch.

After a long time, I looked at Bai Zihua, who had fallen asleep quietly, Hua Qiangu withdrew his arm, and only felt that the wound was being sucked by him, and the feeling was hot, but it was not pain.

He casually ripped strips of cloth and wrapped the wounds indiscriminately, then began to clean up the floor, and replaced the blood-stained bedding and white shirt for Bai Zihua.

Only then did he get up and go back to his room, because of excessive blood loss, his steps staggered slightly.

On the second day, the third day, I still didn't see the master come out of the room, and on the fourth day, she asked about the effect of touching the blood, and she came to the door of Bai Zihua overnight, and before she could open her mouth, she heard Bai Zihua's voice come coldly.

"Go back!"

"The master is a poisonous ......"

"No, I said I heard it when I went back!"

Hua Qiangu had never heard such a stern tone from Bai Zihua, and her fear was even more intense. I turned around and wanted to go back, but I was afraid that he would be poisoned and vomit blood. Thinking that even if he disobeyed the master's orders, he couldn't ignore it, so he wanted to push the door in again.

Unexpectedly, a silver light bounced and hit Hua Qiangu's knee, Hua Qiangu was in pain, and knelt down violently.

"What did the teacher say? You shouldn't have heard it, did you?"

Hua Qiangu was aggrieved and kowtowed: "The disciple obeys the order." Then he stepped back.

The next day, a bowl of blood-red lotus seed soup was placed in front of the door of the white painting, and it was boiled with the blood of the flower thousand bones. But the whole day was motionless.

The next day, I changed to a bowl of white fungus porridge boiled in blood, and the same white painting did not move.

On the third day, I changed to a bowl of red date soup and still didn't touch it at all.

Day 4 and Day 5......

On the sixth day, Hua Qiangu went to collect the bowl, and by the way, he put the food at his door. The door finally opened.

Bai Zihua described her as haggard, her eyes were red, and she pinched her neck with one hand and lifted her up in front of her. Hua Qiangu saw Bai Zihua's eyes for the first time, and there was a faint flash of anger in his eyes.

Her voice trembled and she tried to bring the bowl to him: "Master, eat something......"

Bai Zihua weakly let go of her imprisoned hand, staggered back two steps. Qing Gao is as clear as he sees through life and death, how can he tolerate himself to drink her blood again and again?

Hua Qiangu pounced, knelt at his feet, tugged at his robe, and begged in a low voice: "Master, don't leave Xiao Gu, what if something really happens to Xiao Gu?" Please, Xiao Gu's blood is not a rare thing, and if you don't have a little Xiao Gu, you won't die." I just hope that the master can last one more day, and Xiao Gu will definitely think of a way to save the master!"

Bai Zihua's heart was troubled, and he looked at her, but he had no idea for a while. She has always been free in life and death, and she acts indifferently, but when did she have such a stumbling block. Suddenly, there was a knot in the heart, and the poisonous gas corroded inside and outside, and couldn't help but add a little bit of demonic nature.

Hua Qiangu was lifted up by his hand, and he stood up with his right hand, letting him raise it high, before she could react to what was going on. There was a pain in her wrist, and she was surprised to see that the teeth painted by Bai Zi had pierced her skin, and blood gushed out.

Hua Qiangu's feet suddenly softened, but his body was supported by Bai Zihua in time.

The whole body was already stiff, and the only thing that was conscious was the place on the wrist where Bai Zihua's lips and teeth met. The raging flames that spread out from there swept up and down, burning her all over.

Desperately biting his lower lip to stop himself from making strange noises. Blood seemed to rush out of it with pride in being sucked by him. Speechless numbness and happiness surged like a stormy wave. At this moment, even if she was chewed up by the master and eaten it all, she was willing.

Bai Zihua drank her blood for less than five seconds, and immediately let go, instantly ordering her acupoint to stop the bleeding.

But for her, it seemed like centuries long, the red waves turned over the sky, and the sea city and the mountains were already trembling, and the world finally ushered in a gorgeous overturn in such a moment of desire to live and die.

Bai Zihua walked into the room without looking back, and then closed the door.

Hua Qiangu raised her right hand and looked at the deep tooth mark on it, leaning weakly against the wall.

"Qiangu, what are you doing when you pick up so many astragalus, angelica, codonopsis, and Chuanxiong? These medicinal materials are used to replenish blood during confinement for women with postpartum hemorrhage. ”

Liu 3 of the Medical Pavilion looked at her puzzled.

"Oh, I was injured a little last time, I lost a lot of blood, and now I don't want to make up for it before the Fairy Sword Conference. Hua Qiangu looked embarrassed.

"That's right, by the way, there is a thousand-year-old qi-nourishing ginseng in the top drawer on the west side of the top floor, which was brought by the head of Laoshan not long ago when he came to thank him, so you can take it and eat it." ”

"Thank you. Hua Qiangu smiled and nodded to him.

Out of the medicine pavilion, she went to the kitchen to get the ingredients. Sugar Bao is not in the master, and her body is highly poisonous, and her life seems to be tilted and out of direction all of a sudden.

Suddenly, someone behind her patted her, and when she turned her head, she saw that it was Shuofeng.

"It's about to be the Sword Fairy, how are you preparing?" asked Shuo Feng as he helped her put the rice noodles into the bag.

"Well, it's okay. ”

"The injuries are all healed, right?"

"Alright. ”

"Why do I think you're not right?"

"No, hehe, we don't seem to have tried it before, I don't know if we can touch it this time. Don't be too embarrassed if you lose to me!"

Shuo Feng saw her smile playfully, so he nodded reassuringly.

Hua Qiangu returned to the Palace of Despair, got everything ready, went to the master, and now he has gone to the back mountain to retreat. Maybe it's to avoid herself, she thinks so, and her heart is flustered.

The poison is so powerful, the master's time is running out, what should he do? Is all he can do is donate blood?

Took out the snow-white silk cloth from her arms, on which was the white painting she painted years ago, and practiced hard for a long time, although it was just a freehand back of him standing on the Lufeng Stone and looking down on the mountains, but it was very similar.

Now it was stained with dried red blood.

Hua Qiangu's heart ached, and he lay down on the grass under the tree, and the silk cloth covered his face. The bits and pieces of time when the two got along kept coming to mind. How did the master care for her, carefully taught, and sacrificed herself to save her, so how could she repay such kindness?

Because she secretly stayed outside the door of Bai Zihua for too many nights and did not close her eyes, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep in a daze. The wind blew the silk cloth on her face, and it flew far away, and another gust of wind blew the silk cloth fluttering, and it flew down the Palace of Despair and fell into the mountain behind the long stay.

Ni Mantian was still practicing swords by the usual stream, and since she came back from Taibai Mountain, she has become more and more diligent. In my heart, because of the limelight of Hua Qiangu, I was so jealous that I was about to go crazy.

What is so good about her, and she can still get the help of so many people, what kind of mysterious scholar, demon realm monarch, human emperor. But it's just a milky hairy girl who hasn't dried up, and she's not as tall as her chest!

She knew that she was no longer a trick and a half now, and it was impossible for her to win by luck like last time, so she could only practice here desperately.

Why! Why! Why! Obviously lose to yourself, why can you still be respected and accepted as a subordinate! Why can you become more and more powerful year by year! And she is really so inferior to her!

The sky is full of swords, slashing indiscriminately, and splashing water everywhere. Suddenly, I saw a white silk floating in the sky. I stretched out my hand and sucked it in, and looked at it.

"Isn't that Your Excellency?"

Ni Mantian has been proficient in poetry and painting since he was a child, and he is naturally many times stronger than Hua Qiangu's halfway monk. Looking at the endless deep affection contained in the lines, I can't help but laugh. When I looked closely, there was a flower embroidered in the corner that was stained with blood, and I was stunned.

After a while, there was a burst of coquettish laughter, and even the birds, beasts, and fish couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Ni Mantian did not return to the Hall of Greed, but went directly to the Hall of Despair, and Hua Qiangu, who woke up, was anxious to look for the piece of silk cloth everywhere.

"Uncle Junior, what are you looking for?" Ni Mantian stopped on the tree and smiled at her.

Hua Qiangu's heart tightened: "Why are you here! Who allowed you to go to the Palace of Despair!"

"Ouch, I'm kind enough to come to return something to Uncle Junior! Uncle Shi, you're looking for this?"

Ni Mantian took out the silk cloth and shook it in the air.

Hua Qiangu's face changed instantly when she saw it.

"Give it back!"

She flew to grab it, but was easily dodged by the sky.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, what are you doing so fiercely, I didn't say no, I won't give it back to you!"

Hua Qiangu's teeth trembled slightly: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't do anything, it's just that I didn't expect that Changliu Mountain would produce such an unscrupulous disciple as you. ”

Ni Mantian suddenly raised his eyebrows, and his voice was fierce: "Hua Qiangu! You are so bold! Is it also something you can like casually? It's just a big rebellion, Gu Lun often betrays morality!!"

Hua Qiangu only heard a bang, and his brain instantly became a blank.