The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 58 The Remaining Poetry
  "The first craftsman you saw...was me?"

Su Zhen murmured to himself, feeling lost.

"Yes."

The smile on Feng Hua's face was sometimes thick and sometimes light, ready to be blown away by the cold wind at any time, "Mo Shitou said, my blood must have been changed by someone, it must have been Grandma Miao's handiwork, the blood I changed must be yours" , the needle holes under your wrists are the proof. Yu Yue, it’s strange that you said that after I exchanged your blood, the eternal curse fell apart."

Su Zhen stood still, his whole body cold and cold.

Feng Hua no longer concealed anything, she stretched out her hand, held his face, and said with a gentle smile: "Can't you remember who you are? You are such a forgetful god. Do you want me to tell you your real name? You are …”

"..."

When Su Zhen heard this, he still didn't understand anything. He spoke softly and followed Feng Hua's words: "I am... Xiantian Zhi Lao Yuanjun?"

No, Yu Yue is the Xiantian Zhi Lao Yuanjun.

Many questions were solved at this moment.

The curse imposed by the old craftsman is eternal, but how can it affect the instigator?
  Yu Yue is the Xiantian Zhi Lao Yuanjun, and was once one of the four divine craftsmen. This curse was created by her and the other craftsmen!
  No wonder Grandma Miao treated him so kindly, because she saw through the anomaly of his identity with her own eyes. In the last period of her life, she witnessed the prophecy she received when she was sixteen, and witnessed the innate Lord Zhi Yuan returning from hell to the human world.

Earlier.

Lu Qi's motorcade drove into the old craftsman's house. In the iron carriage, Feng Hua glanced at him and said, "We will all be forged into blades. I am an ordinary sword, and you are a peerless blade."

Her eyes met Su Zhen's.

The curse had been set at this moment, and they didn't know it at the time.

After that, Fenghua received his blood and became a tailor, so she could withstand the curse of the old craftsman.

Fenghua became a tailor...

How could she leave the old craftsman's workshop after becoming a craftsman?
  When a craftsman leaves an old craftsman's house, just like an ordinary person stepping into it, he will be cursed and die.

As if thunder struck, Su Zhen looked at Feng Hua, his mind went blank.

"You have inherited the blood of Xiantian Grandma Zhi Yuanjun. Even if you leave the old craftsman's office, you should be fine..." Su Zhen tried his best to avoid that terrible thought.

"There is only one Yuanjun, and that is you. Every descendant has inherited your blood. I am no different from them." Feng Hua calmly exposed his illusion.

She seemed to already know everything.

"Then, then you..." Su Zhen grabbed her arm and said in despair: "Go back with me, to the old craftsman's house!"

"Yu Yue, I know how you feel, but don't be stupid." Feng Hua shook her head gently.

Su Zhen looked at her blankly.

He thought of Grandma Miao.

I remembered my grandma's last "I'm sorry".

He figured it out.

Grandma Miao knew everything, but she needed Fenghua to escort her, so she did not clarify the truth.

From the moment Fenghua stepped out of the old craftsman's house, she embarked on a road of no return that led to the underworld.

Feng Hua obviously knew this, she didn't care at all, and said to herself: "I deserved to die when my whole family was destroyed, I deserved to die when I failed to assassinate Lu Qi, and I deserved to die when the curse took effect. I didn't even think of it. I am so lucky that I can survive to this day, but the fortune teller said that I am a lone star with bad luck, I think he is biased."

"Fenghua..."

It was like countless knives piercing his heart, and the long-standing sourness suddenly surged into his heart. Su Zhen's lips opened, but before the words could be spoken, tears rushed out of his eyes, drowning all his words back in his throat.

Feng Hua smiled so lightly, she stretched out her hand, gently brushed Su Zhen's eyes, and said: "Cry for me again today next year, smile and accompany me through this last journey today, come chase me, let Let’s see how well you practice Qing Gong.”

After Feng Hua said this, she spread her arms and swept down the extremely steep snow slope.

She kept shuttling between the cliffs and stone forests, her steps were so light that she was like a dragonfly touching water.

After walking for a while, Feng Hua looked back at Su Zhen and said displeasedly: "Why are you so slow? Don't you want to play with me?"

Only then did Su Zhen calm down and use his magic power to catch up. His movement was far less light than Feng Hua's, more like a leopard hunting with all its strength.

Laojun was in the sky, shining brightly, the cold snow had dissipated, and in a blink of an eye, the mountains were boiled by fire, and white mist filled the sky.

Su Zhen walked through the white mist, and her clothes, hair, and cheeks were all wet.

He and Feng Hua were sometimes far away and sometimes close. Although they were not separated from each other, they could not catch up.

He really didn't want to chase anymore, so he came up with a plan, pretending to have lost his footing and fell off the cliff, but in fact he grabbed the rock wall with his hands and clung to it like a creeper. Feng Hua stopped as expected, but did not come to save him. Instead, he thrust the knife into the ground and folded it. Sitting with his legs on the handle of the knife, he smiled and said: "Yu Yue, you just lied to others, but you want to lie to me? How long will you waste your efforts?"

When Feng Hua was mocking, she saw a white shadow coming out from under the rock wall beside her, grabbing her shoulder with a grappling hand.

Su Zhen actually used his magic power to absorb the rock wall and sneaked nearby quietly along the cliff.

Feng Hua's shoulders shook, and she took off the claw, then stretched out her arms, whipped her legs and feet, and circled the steel knife embedded in the stone to break down the moves with Su Zhen.

Only then did Feng Hua realize that, at some point, the blockage in Su Zhen's fists and feet had disappeared, replaced by the graceful, graceful and agile movements that could only come from more than ten years of hard training.

The old craftsman's hard training of pulling out muscles and bones, Miao's mother and grandma's medication regardless of the cost, and the life and death battles, actually transformed into a little master in more than a month. If he learns some powerful spells in the future, , the future is limitless.

Thinking of this, Feng Hua smiled and felt happy.

Su Zhen also recalled the hard training sessions in the old craftsman's studio. The dismantling of fists and kicks was the same as before. He felt even more bitter in his heart and his hands and feet were also slower.

Feng Hua's tone turned stern and she said coldly: "Don't be distracted, watch your moves!"

Su Zhen wanted to stop several times, but when he saw Feng Hua immersed in it with a smile on his face, he couldn't bear to interrupt, so he performed hundreds of moves together. The moves were hearty and endless, as if there was no end.

There are people coming from a distance.

Feng Hua then stopped.

This time it's not an enemy, but a famous monk.

The monks claimed to be disciples of Tianhua Palace, one of the Four Divine Palaces.

They said that after the group of monsters left the old craftsman's house, they must find a way to break out. Each of the four major temples occupied one area. Three of them were not far from each other and could take care of each other. Only Tianhua Palace was alone in a corner, facing the Ghost Queen Mother. On the sea side, if the monsters break through Tianhua Palace, they can dominate the local waterways and use large ships to transport the stolen weapons back to the monster country.

"No one will come to save Tianhua Palace. Dazhao Temple has suffered a great disaster and its vitality has not recovered. Nixiang Mountain is close to the Demon Kingdom and far away from the old craftsman. Several other temples are eager to eat away at Tianhua Palace. We As a disciple of Tianhua Palace, we can only save ourselves!"

Feng Hua was greatly impressed and said: "I have heard that Tianhua Palace lives in a wealthy place and that its disciples are not greedy for wealth or chivalry. It is indeed true."

Several disciples asked about Feng Hua's origin, and Feng Hua said: "This sister and I are both from Jiu Miao Palace."

"Jiu Miao Palace? Is it Lu Qi's Jiu Miao Palace?" The disciples looked at each other in confusion.

Feng Hua's mind was spinning, thinking about how Jiu Miao Palace was not famous in the past, but now even Tianhua Palace, which was located in a corner, knew about it.

"Fairy Lu Qi's kindness in killing one of the Twelve Evil Arhats has eliminated a major danger for Xijing Kingdom. She is truly a well-deserved fairy." Another disciple showed even more admiration: "I heard that Fairy Lu Qi is extremely beautiful. I wonder if I will have a chance to meet him in the future.”

"If we can survive this calamity safely, we will be able to see you at the Thirty-Two Palaces Grand Alliance Meeting in the future."

After exchanging pleasantries and admiring each other, they said goodbye to the Tianhua Palace disciple.

After those disciples walked away, Feng Hua said quietly: "The style of the famous disciples is indeed good, but it's a pity that they are a little stupid."

"Where's the stupidity?"

"Regardless of victory or defeat, Tianhua Palace will be severely damaged after this battle. The number of places in the divine palace is not eternal. It has been changed three times in the past thousand years. After that, Tianhua Palace's vitality was seriously damaged. With Lu Qi's ambition, it is very likely that We may need to take this opportunity to remove Tianhua Palace from the Four Divine Palaces and add the name of Jiu Miao Palace."

When talking about this, Feng Hua's tone was cold and she did not hide her hatred for Lu Qi at all.

"Yu Yue, did you have a good fight just now? If you didn't have a good time, how many more moves can I make with you?" Feng Hua said.

Su Zhen stared at her without saying a word.

"It's so boring. Over the past few days, your sword skills and fists have become faster and faster. Why don't you show your words and become more and more stupid?" Although Feng Hua laughed at him, she didn't dare to look at him.

Su Zhen closed his eyes, and something broke in his heart. He asked in a solemn voice: "Feng Hua, has the curse taken effect?"

"I won't tell you."

Feng Hua snorted coldly, turned away, and said in a coquettish manner she had never said before: "Stop saying hurtful words. I'm fine. You should also cheer up. I don't like to be followed by dejected people."

She put the knife on her shoulder and strode forward.

That's not like a killer's style.

Today was the most killer-like day since she started learning swordsmanship.

I don’t know if the road they chose was too remote. During the next section of the journey, the two of them didn’t even see a ghost. There were only mountains one after another like waves, which treated the two outsiders unscrupulously with the scorching heat and cold. Vent hostility.

Fenghua occasionally spoke and occasionally remained silent. She spent more time looking at the mountains, as if these barren mountains were the most magnificent beauty in the world.

When passing through the canyon, the wind brought a light rain. The rainwater and remaining snow mixed into ice, making the already steep road even more difficult to walk.

"Can you carry me for a while?" Feng Hua suddenly asked.

Su Zhen knew something, his eyes darkened, and he said, "Okay."

He leaned down and let Feng Hua lie on his back.

This time, it lasted several hours.

The mountains on both sides suddenly became narrower, and the two cliffs squeezed into a thin line of sky. Walking inside, you couldn't see anything, only the distant exit was completely white.

"Actually, I lied to you before." Feng Hua said.

"What did you lie to me about?"

"Xijingguo is not as bad as I said, and there are not too many good families and sects." Feng Hua said with a smile. She was always smiling, as if there were countless happy things in this world. She continued: "But a little bit of good can't change anything. There is too much filth in Xijing, which has accumulated into diseases. I will take you there." Killing people is to get you used to killing people. This is a disease of this world, and you can only survive if you catch it."

"I...I understand." Su Zhen nodded lightly.

"As long as you know."

Feng Hua looked forward leisurely and suddenly asked: "Do you like being a killer?"

Su Zhen shook his head slightly and said honestly: "I would rather be a knight."

"Knight? Ha, you read too many storybooks when you were a kid, right?"

Feng Hua sneered, and then said in a dreamy voice: "I seemed to have had such an idea when I was a child, but I really can't remember it."

The light is getting closer.

Su Zhen walked out.

It's like arriving in paradise.

The world in front of me has been washed by the rain and is filled with bright green colors. The scaly bark is entangled with vines and the moss is fresh and tender. Laojun's light falls from the gaps between the leaves, sifting out the charming rose red.

Fern-like plants sprouted from the ground where rotten leaves were piled up. They grew recklessly and occupied all the barrenness. Streams like molten silver pass through the rocks, nourishing the already quiet world even more lushly.

Before you know it, all the barren mountains have fallen behind you.

"It's so beautiful."

Fenghua knew that it was the most beautiful at this moment, and if she waited a little longer, it might feel boring and ordinary, so she opened her eyes almost greedily, admiring the beauty it displayed.

The wind passed through the forest and dropped a few leaves.

Feng Hua made a secret gesture.

A white hand burst out of the void.

With dexterous fingers, it threads needles and threads, sewing the leaves back to the treetops with invisible threads.

This finger was extremely slender and crystal clear in the sunlight. Su Zhen could see it clearly this time.

This is a skill passed down through the blood of tailors.

After sewing the leaves, the white hand flew back to her.

"Put me down."

Fenghua whispered softly, her voice more beautiful than a lark.

Su Zhen helped her stand up straight.

The curse had already taken effect, and the thighs under her skirt turned into silk. She had to use the prosthetic leg as a crutch, holding on to Su Zhen's arms, and limped forward.

"Feng Hua, look." Su Zhen stopped and pointed forward.

Feng Hua looked in the direction of his finger.

It was a large field of wild flowers, wild flowers growing around the stream. They were in full bloom, with extremely small petals, clustered one after another, like a sea of ​​purple clouds.

"Feng Zi Ye Ding..."

Feng Hua was startled and said with a smile: "It's Feng Ziyeding again. It seems that I will never be able to get rid of this name in my life."

She walked towards the sea of ​​lavender flowers.

Beams of light illuminated her slender figure, and her skin gradually lost texture in the light and became hazy.

She suddenly recited the poem, the poem Changshou recited before her death, and completed the last sentence:
  "Wandering alone to the world, this body has never been idle. The sky is high and the clouds are vague, there is no fixed place, but there is always a breeze blowing on my face."

Her singing was like a song, without any trace of sadness. She said to Su Zhen: "After I die, bury me in the wind. I have been a slave for most of my life. I don't want to be anyone's clothes after I die."

The collapse came faster than expected.

She walked forward slowly.

Countless white threads escaped from her clothes, her steps gradually staggered, and she seemed forced to keep smiling.

At a certain moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the forest.

Su Zhen had a premonition of something and reached out to her hastily.

"The person who told me the truth was the Meihe Ancestor. He holds countless secrets. If you need it in the future, you can go to the Sixteenth Valley to find him."

At the last moment, Feng Hua's smile faded, and her eyes flashed with a frightening light. Her smile just now seemed to be all disguise. At the moment of death, she still chose to be the unparalleled killer:
  "Yu Yue, go be a knight and remember to kill Lu Qi for me."

Su Zhen responded hastily, as if something had been gouged out of his body. He instinctively shouted forward: "My name is Su Zhen!"

Feng Hua's body disappeared in an instant, and she didn't know whether she heard it or not.

She turned into countless silk threads and was swept up to the sky lightly by the wind. All that was left on Su Zhen's fingertips was an empty white skirt.

The girl's warmth still remained on her skirt.

The legs sewn by Miao's grandmother also fell into strands when they sensed the owner's death.

The light in his right eye flashed slightly, as if he was about to shed tears.

Fenghua is dead.

The girl who was smiling at him just now died.

She was killed by Lu Qi.

She died protecting herself.

She had a rough life, and she tried her best to live, but she still didn't end well.

He hugged this piece of clothing and left the forest with the last traces of Feng Hua.

He wandered among the pleasant mountains for a long time, and finally found a secluded place to bury him. He sat by the grave and looked at the sky like a sky. When the last thread had been blown away by the wind, he could no longer Unable to suppress the sadness in my heart, tears burst into my eyes.

Before the grave, Su Zhen made a vow that will be remembered throughout his life:

"One day, I will kill Lu Qi and cut her into pieces."

Laojun turned pale at this moment.

As red as blood.

He didn't hear a word of what Yu Yue was mumbling in his mind.

An invisible giant hand pulled his soul into the sky.

There was warm applause all around.

He opened his eyes and saw mountains and seas of figures. They were enthusiastic and joyful.

"Su Zhen, you are so secretive. It's all up to you to bring glory to our class in this sports meeting. I doubted you before, but I didn't expect you to even break the school record of one thousand meters."

"The record for throwing the shot put was also broken by Su Zhen."

"They weren't as good as Su Zhen's performance in the basketball game. We were already dozens of goals behind. As soon as Su Zhen came on, he immediately caught up and gave his class a buzzer beater at the last second!"

"Yes, yes, in the past nine classes, we couldn't make it to the quarterfinals, but this time we won the championship directly!"

"..."

Su Zhen looked at the trophy in his hand and then at the cheering crowd.

Everything in front of me seemed to be an illusion.

Who are they cheering for?
  The bandage on his left leg was removed.

When was it demolished?

He couldn't remember anything.

"Su Zhen, be careful when handling this trophy. It's not given to you. You will have to return it after taking photos."

The director was still reminding him.

He couldn't hear anything.

She continued to walk forward, like a machine that had been programmed for a long time, until she walked onto the platform numbly. The crowd shouted more enthusiastically than before. Shao Xiaoxiao squeezed in the bustling crowd. She noticed something. Slowly He slowly suppressed his smile and asked in a daze:
  "Why are classmates Su Zhen crying?"

No one noticed her voice.

The enthusiastic voice overwhelmed everything.

He is the center of attention today, and the whole world seems so happy.

Flowers, plants and trees rustled.

It's like being able to understand people's laughter.

　This chapter is updated today (February 2)

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