1novels Chapter 46 Indulgence
Chapter 46 Indulgence
A stack of yellow paper talismans, in the end Jiang Shuo only found five or six useful ones.
The rest were the hair shortening talisman, the treasure talisman during the day, the underskirt talisman, the evil-looking ghost talisman... Jiang Shuo casually rolled them into a ball and simply threw them aside.
At this time, it had been less than half an hour since Yin Sui left, Jiang Shuo squeezed out the candle, first took a spell to cover the breath and used it.
The effect of the spell only lasted for a short hour, so without delay, Jiang Shuo hastily put the charm into his sleeve, and used another teleportation charm.
With a flash of white light in front of his eyes, Jiang Shuo raised his head with a frown, and saw the magnificent hall obliquely ahead, with thousands of candles flickering inside and outside, reflecting the sky above as bright as day.
But although the candles in the main hall were brightly lit, there was no one in sight. Jiang Shuo waited on the spot for a while, only to see a servant with a small lantern in his hand carrying a wooden plate, and hurried up the jade steps to enter the hall.
Jiang Shuo took out a tracking talisman from his sleeve and let it float in the air.
Yin Sui's magic breath was already attached to the talisman, and the thin yellow paper wandered in the air for a while, reluctantly left Jiang Shuo, and slowly walked towards the oblique front hall.
Jiang Shuo breathed a sigh of relief.
The yellow paper talisman drifted forward, and Jiang Shuo followed. Fortunately, there seemed to be no patrolling disciples at Xuanji Gate in the middle of the night, and Jiang Shuo didn't bump into anyone until he reached the jade steps.
...But in the same way, the servant who entered the temple a long time ago has never come out.
Jiang Shuo felt a little uneasy in his heart, and when he forcibly suppressed the restlessness and strange worry, and walked up, the yellow paper talisman floating in front of him suddenly paused, and then fell down like losing strength.
Jiang Shuo stretched out his hand to fish it out, and held the talisman in his hand.
——Perhaps it was because the spellcaster who condensed the spell was too low-level, and it only took a short distance before it became invalid.
Jiang Shuo had no choice. Among the charms he exchanged was just such a tracking charm, which was useless now, so he could only try to find out in the hall in front of him.
The door of the hall was ajar, Jiang Shuo gently pushed it open a crack, dodged in, and then closed the door behind his back without making any sound.
The candles in the hall were as bright as if they were about to burn, and there were exquisitely painted screens one after another, which were made of light-transmitting silver silk, reflecting the candlelight more and more beautifully.
There were so many screens densely placed that they even blocked Jiang Shuo's inquiring sight, and he could only see a small area of the palace in front of him. As for whether Yin Sui was inside, it was impossible to know.
If there is a strange fragrance floating and sinking, the decoration in the hall is exquisite and gorgeous, revealing the owner's arrogance and extravagance.
Jiang Shuo frowned, feeling a little weird.
The style of this hall...is not like Yin Sui's favorite at all.
When he was still in Jiuhua, Jiang Shuo knew the little apprentice's yard very well, but he often went in and out. I remember that the things in the room were messy, and most of them were the diagrams of swordsmanship and spells that he didn't know where to find. .
Yin Sui hated the complicated screens and all the flashy decorations, except for a small piece of tranquilizing incense given to him by Jiang Shuo hanging on the top of the bed, there were no other superfluous things.
Jiang Shuo's footsteps, which were about to go into the hall, hesitated and stopped, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
That yellow paper talisman...
At this moment, there was an extremely distant sound from the depths of the hall, as if something had smashed to the ground.
Jiang Shuo bit his lower lip lightly, clenched the spells in his hands, held his breath, and walked forward along the wall.
Avoiding the chaotically placed screens, and avoiding the servants who fell unconscious on the way, Jiang Shuo worked slowly for a cup of tea before he heard the sound of people's breathing.
The sound of broken breathing was chaotic and disorderly, as if struggling to death, and suppressed tightly.
"You've lived two lifetimes," a soft voice suddenly sounded, with undisguised malice and sarcasm in the sigh, "Why don't you still know how to judge the situation and bow your head when it's time to bow?"
Standing behind a screen surrounded by mountains and flowing water, Jiang Shuo vaguely felt that the voice sounded familiar.
"Just let my primordial spirit help you through the pain in front of you..."
The footsteps walked around in two small circles, and the voice said again: "You have long been possessed by a demon, and you are an out-and-out demon cultivator. Is it possible that you are afraid that a little bit of demon energy entering your body will make you lose your mind?"
The owner of the voice couldn't stop laughing, the laughter was sharp and piercing, unlike what ordinary people can say: "If you fight through it by yourself, not only will this body lose its vitality again, but your soul may also be scattered, and no resurrection technique can save you. came back!"
Jiang Shuo frowned slightly.
After saying this, the voice stopped for a while, but still only the painful panting of the other person could be heard, but there was no other movement.
"It's really stubborn——" The voice seemed to be annoyed, but suddenly changed its tone, and said coldly: "You don't care about your own life or death, if the beautiful teacher you brought back falls into someone else's hands... Well!"
The speaker's sentence was cut off suddenly, and there was a sudden sound of breaking through the hall, as if someone had used a killer move.
After a short burst of chaotic stumbling, the strange voice sounded again, and said angrily: "God damn thing..."
Jiang Shuo stretched out his hand to hold the sword hilt at his waist, and suddenly felt the air around him sink and stagnate, as if being pressed down by an entire iceberg, the chill in the hall instantly pierced the skin, making the bones and blood seem to be frozen ——It’s magic energy!
In a hurry, Jiang Shuo only had time to use a defensive talisman that he had been clutching in his sleeve. The yellow paper talisman lit up for a moment, and was soon crushed to pieces by the evil energy, only blocking it for Jiang Shuo. At first, the overwhelming pressure came down like a mountain.
——In the face of absolute strength, such a spell is like a joke.
Jiang Shuo staggered a bit, and at the same time heard the scream of anger and fear, and roared sharply: "How dare you—!"
"who."
Another hoarse and out-of-tune voice suddenly appeared, full of bloody smell, without any emotion in the tone.
The next moment, the screens in front of Jiang Shuo shattered into flying ashes in the blink of an eye, and there was no shelter between the few people in the hall, and they could see each other's faces clearly.
All three were shocked.
Jiang Shuo was the first to notice that Yin Sui, who was sitting on the ground, was still wearing the black robes he was wearing when he left, but his face was whiter than paper, and his eyes were completely scarlet, as if he was about to bleed in the next moment. Extremely human.
And the person standing next to Moxiu was even more unexpected by Jiang Shuo.
The man was tall and tall, with a face that looked like peach blossoms but not bewitching, and his black hair was scattered behind him. When he looked up, he was more ruthless than sentient.
The head of Xuanji Sect, Kuang Wuji.
Perhaps Jiang Shuo's expression of surprise was too much, Kuang Wuji smiled silently, turned to Yin Sui and said, "Look, I'm afraid of you."
The blood in Moxiu's eyes surged, and the suppressed magic energy around him had condensed into a mist that had just taken shape.
Kuang Wuji's voice was shrill and thin, which sounded particularly harsh.Jiang Shuo couldn't help but look at his face, only to find that the head of the Xuanji Sect was supposed to be like Sanyue Taohua's face was pale and bleeding, his pupils were terribly black, and the movement of turning his head to look at people was also a little stiff.
Jiang Shuo frowned: "What are you?"
Kuang Wuji blinked slowly, and said strangely: "It's quite smart... Unfortunately, if I were you, I would definitely stay obediently in the small house Yin Sui built for you."
"After all..." "Kuang Wuji" pulled up the corners of his lips, showing a weird smile: "I'm not Yin Sui, so I won't be sympathetic to you—"
As soon as the last word was written, "Kuang Wuji" moved like a ghost, and in an instant he was three steps away from Jiang Shuo, and raised his hand.
Then the next moment, the figure of the head of the Xuanji Sect swayed, and there was a ho-ho sound from his throat, and then he turned his waist at an angle that was difficult for ordinary people to reach, and raised his hand in a blink of an eye and flicked a black mist into Yin Sui's eyebrows.
At the same time, he was cut in the middle by the blood sword "Zhu", flew into the distant wooden window in an instant, and fell to the ground at a terrible bending angle, a black shadow sprang out from the dantian of "Kuang Wuji" Fleeing out of the window, the body remained motionless.
"Not dead." Yin Sui's hoarse voice sounded, and said coldly: "It will come back later."
Jiang Shuo wanted to ask what "Kuang Wuji" was now, but Yin Sui, who was pale, staggered and fell to his knees suddenly.
"You..." Jiang Shuo's worried words were suddenly cut off as soon as he uttered them.
Yin Sui tried his best to prop up the sword on the ground with one hand, and lowered the other hand, grabbing the corner of Jiang Shuo's clothes that had fallen beside him, and pulling hard——
Jiang Shuo was tripped and fell to the ground, his knee hurt so much that he frowned immediately.
But when he raised his eyes and suddenly looked into the deep and thick blood red, he was immediately stunned.
Before Jiang Shuo could react, the sudden surge of demonic energy in the hall acted as a hood, instantly extinguishing the burning candles everywhere, and the spacious hall fell into endless darkness.
Jiang Shuo didn't remember until now that "Kuang Wuji" had driven a black mist into the center of Yin Sui's eyebrows earlier.
Ignoring the biting pain coming from the side of his neck, Jiang Shuo groped Yin Sui's wrist in the dark, it was hot to the touch, and he probed the spiritual vein again, like a magma erupting, or a heat wave rolling, the magic energy was in the spiritual vein The internal rampage seems to be in a state of madness, with a hidden spiritual nuclear explosion.
Jiang Shuo was pushed to the ground in a daze, and subconsciously said, "Yun'er, what's wrong with you?"
Yin Sui's movements froze for a moment, but then, Jiang Shuo felt a pain in his waist, Moxiu silently tore off his belt abruptly.
There were a few inaudible falling sounds, and Jiang Shuo reached out to look for it in a daze, and found that the wooden sound transmission talisman hidden in his belt fell somewhere.
"Those who have entered the devil's journey are prone to impulsiveness and indulgence. The more devilish they are at the moment, the more they will act in accordance with their instinctive desires."
Jiang Shuo recalled the few words in the ancient book, his long eyelashes trembled, and he tried to raise his hand to stop Yin Sui's movement.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his cool fingertips touched Moxiu's hot side face, Jiang Shuo's wrist was grabbed hard, and a tingling pain came from his fingertips.
Yin Sui bit his fingertips, paused for a moment, then lowered his head, and instinctively took the thin, slightly cool fingertips into his mouth.
Jiang Shuo shook slightly, and finally realized that words were useless, so he could only push Moxiu, who was pressing more and more on him.
However, one person has no cultivation base, and the other is like a madman. With that little strength, it is like a mayfly shaking a tree, and even the slightest splash cannot be aroused.
When he was pressed to the ground for the fifth time, Jiang Shuo had no strength left, the hand hanging by his side was trembling slightly, and his collarbone was in pain.
It's almost like going crazy... Generally, it will bite wherever it catches.After half a stick of incense, Jiang Shuo's body was in pain almost everywhere, and his pupils were even out of focus, gasping for breath, staring blankly at the darkness above.
Yin Sui didn't know what to do, and simply went down the collarbone, Jiang Shuo turned his face slightly, and suddenly felt the familiar chill not far away.
——It is Yin Sui's sword, "Zhu".It fell on the ground next to it.
Jiang Shuo was able to grab it as soon as he stretched out his hand.
If this sword is stabbed into Moxiu's body, maybe he can...
Jiang Shuo thought for a moment in the dark with his eyes wide open, then closed his eyes and turned his head away.
"Yun'er." He suddenly called out to the person on his body, and said softly, "I—"
"It hurts." Jiang Shuo said.
Yin Sui stopped as expected.
Jiang Shuo raised his limp left hand, stroked Yin Sui's messy hair twice, smoothed it out, and pleaded in a low tone, "Don't do this, you... a little."
Jiang Shuo let go of the other hand that had been tightly clutching the collar of his shirt, and was silent for a while.
Yin Sui heard a barely audible voice, since he had entered the Mahayana stage, he could see clearly in the dark.
Jiang Shuo suddenly raised his hand to lightly wrap Moxiu's neck again, and touched a piece of skin that was almost on fire. With a little force, he pulled the distance between them closer, then closed his eyes, and touched his bleeding lips very slowly. Yin Sui's jaw.
Moxiu seemed to be frozen.Jiang Shuo closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the next article, so he couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "... Yun'er?"
The next moment, Jiang Shuo suddenly felt that Yin Sui loosened all the restraints, and Moxiu buried his head in his neck.
Before Jiang Shuo came back to his senses, he felt a faint wetness coming from his neck. Moxiu raised his hand and hugged the man tightly into his arms, with great force, as if he wanted to rub him. Like broken into the blood.
"Jiang Shuo." Moxiu called him hoarsely.
Jiang Shuo was wrapped in a hot embrace, and his dangling fingers were suddenly hit lightly by something.
He crushed it with his fingertips, it turned out to be... a few warm tears.
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