Li Rushi was fine. In fact, she was very sober and went with the others voluntarily.
When Zong Li went out to deal with Octopus Butler, Li Rushi was resting on the couch, her red wedding dress was spread out on the couch, but her face was even redder than the dress. Zong Li always said that he was looking forward to this wedding, and his emotions were indeed like that. In comparison, Li Rushi seemed too calm, but this did not mean that she did not look forward to or look forward to this wedding. It was just that her emotions were more reserved, and she did not like to show off, so she seemed to be indifferent. In fact, when she was alone, she would secretly smile.
But then came worry. Li Rushi had not forgotten that there was still a ghost pill in Zong Li's body. Even if it would not affect his life now, who knew what would happen in the future? What if it was really bad for Zong Li? Who could say for sure? No, it seemed that he had to find a chance to take the ghost pill from Zong Li.
After they get married and pass this stage, she will try to contact the ghost world to see if there is any good method. If that doesn't work, she will go find elixirs that can prolong his life to keep him alive. Anyway, no matter what happens in the future, she will not let Zong Li face it alone.
She was thinking about something when she suddenly felt a flash of light beside her. Li Rushi's eyes immediately became sharp: "Who?"
There was silence in the air. Li Rushi silently clenched the scabbard. When the sharp sword was about to be unsheathed, the man behind him no longer hid. Red clothes and white hair, a face exactly like Zong Lisheng, this is obviously... Zong Chen. The creator of the game, Z. Why is he here?
Zong Chen had a smile on his face, which was completely different from his attitude last time. Instead, that smile could be described as gentle and considerate. However, when he opened his mouth, he still said the same thing as before: "It seems that I was wrong. I didn't expect that you two would actually end up together."
Li Rushi frowned slightly, raised his sleeve and swept Qie Man Xing across, the tip of the sword almost cut Zong Chen's neck, but Zong Chen showed no fear at all, it was almost winter, and he even held a fan. He used the fan to block the sword tip and said slowly: "Don't start first, I came to you for a reason."
He looked into Li Rushi's eyes, his light-colored pupils emitting an inexplicably fanatical light. Zong Chen said, "Xuanzhi, don't you want to know what's wrong with Zong Li? How is he going to get rid of the ghost pill in his body? I tell you the truth, Zong Li's ghost pill is already affecting his cultivation. If this problem is not solved soon, I'm afraid he won't be able to live for many years."
Li Rushi didn't move the tip of his sword at all, and asked calmly, "How did you know?"
Hearing this, Zong Chen chuckled, "Of course it's because I am him, he is me, how come... brother didn't tell you? It seems that the trust between you is not enough, he didn't even say this." He looked at Li Rushi's thoughtful expression, as if he was really considering what he said, and his voice couldn't help but softened: "Zong Li and I are one person, how can I not be sad when he is hurt? Now only you can help with this matter, so... as long as you come with me, I will tell you how to deal with the ghost pill, how about it?"
Li Rushi didn't say yes or no. The tip of the sword slid down Zong Chen's neck, slid across his collarbone, and cut off his inner clothes. Finally, the tip of the sword lifted up his outer robe directly. The slow sword energy tore Zong Chen's red outer robe into pieces in an instant, and fell all over his head in Zong Chen's stagnant eyes.
"I can go with you, but if you lie to me, this will be your fate." Li Rushi put away her sword and drew a talisman in the air with her fingers, wanting to leave a message for Zong Li. However, Zong Chen used some tricks to grab her waist and take her away. The water curtain in the air gradually closed. Li Rushi did not have time to leave a single word and could only leave with Zong Chen.
Zong Li, don't worry, I will be back soon. As for this wedding... I will definitely make it up to you later.
Zong Chen held Li Rushi's waist and led him away. Li Rushi was just wondering how he entered the Silver Dragon Palace without her noticing. Now she knew. Zong Chen had an ability that allowed him to travel to any place he wanted with a water curtain, silently. They also used this water curtain when they left. It just floated in the air for a few times and then disappeared without a trace.
She followed Zong Chen to a room. There was nothing in the room except four pillars at the corners. They didn't look like wood, but more like the toes of some beasts. They were extremely protruding. Zong Chen noticed her gaze and explained, "That's a simulation of Nuwa mending the sky. How is it? Isn't it very realistic?"
Li Rushi glanced at him and said, "It has nothing to do with me. Don't beat around the bush. Just tell me what you want me to do. Now you can finally tell me... right?"
Zong Chen's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his light-colored pupils seemed to tremble. He then took out a fiery red jade ball from his sleeve and said, "Take a look at this first. I'll tell you after you've finished."
Li Rushi looked back at him, reached out to take the ball, injected spiritual power into Zong Chen's calm eyes, and slowly examined it.
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A long time ago, there was a small red flower growing on a mountain. At that time, the flower was not big, and the mountain was not a famous mountain. The small red flower experienced wind, frost, rain and dew, and absorbed the sun and moon for many years. Finally, it had a spirit body and could be called a small monster. And its home, that mountain, has had more humans since who knows when. They call themselves monks, settled down here, and built a sect. The man in charge was dressed in white and had black hair. The little flower demon didn't know how to describe him, but he was very handsome. The man named the sect something. Oh, the little flower demon couldn't read, and couldn't understand, but he knew that the man was very powerful, and was called something like the chief seat or the venerable. Anyway, it didn't understand, it was just a small red flower, and it just needed to blow the wind happily every day.
But one day the man came to him and said he had good aptitude and asked him if he had ever thought about cultivating into a human. The little flower demon could not speak, but just shook its trembling leaves.
How could he not want to? All monsters are always called beasts with fur and horns, or those born from wet eggs. There is no monster that does not want to transform, but it is so ordinary, and its aptitude is not good, how can it possibly cultivate into a human form?
"Your true form is a mandragora flower, red like residual blood, and you are a spirit born from nature. If you practice seriously, you may become the king who rules over all flowers in due time. Lixuan Mountain has excellent feng shui and abundant spiritual energy. If you practice here and gain insights often, you will definitely gain something. When you have nothing to do in the future, come and watch us practice sword skills, which will help you break through."
Little Red Flower nodded, and accepted his teachings. He would watch them practice swordplay whenever he had time. His progress in practice over the past few decades was not slow. Even though he could not transform, his true form had become strong enough. His favorite thing was to watch the disciples in the sect practice swordplay. They practiced really well, and he could also gain some insights and learn some moves. Sometimes the disciples would come up to touch his flower branches and sigh, "What a beautiful flower branch."
Hundreds of years later, he transformed into a human form and began to learn human language, but he still did not leave Lixuan Mountain. According to a little monster on the mountain who always went to the human world to play, what Zong Li did was: "The caged bird longs for the old forest, and the fish in the pond misses its old home." Zong Li still could not quite understand what he said, but he could roughly understand the meaning.
He actually didn't want to leave home, didn't want to be separated from his neighbors on the other side of the mountain, and wanted to watch them practice sword every day.
Until the young disciples he looked after day and night became what they called old guys, Zong Li gradually became tired. He felt that he might have lived too long and had no interest in anything, until he saw that girl in the neighboring sect.
She was about twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate eyebrows and beautiful bones, wearing a white robe, jumping and pulling her master's sleeve to act coquettishly. She was a very cute little girl, but later, gradually, children younger than her came to the sect, and the little girl became much more obedient, and gradually grew into a senior sister.
Years of experience and responsibilities made her character calm. She no longer liked to play and make noises. She also put away the beautiful hairpins she used to like. Others thought she had grown up and become sensible. In fact, only the small flower branches wrapped around her eaves knew that she would cry secretly at night, but she never cried during the day. She didn't cry when her palms were red and swollen from practicing sword skills. She didn't cry when she was punished by her master for not studying hard enough. Only at night could she relax a little.
Zong Li just watched her like this until she grew into a graceful young lady. The girl was very outstanding when she grew up. She made a name for herself with a sword and was the pride of the entire Tianyi Sect. Zong Li stayed with her for a long time until he realized that his fate of being struck by heavenly thunder was about to come, and then he left Lixuan Mountain.
Mandragora likes warm places, and Lixuan Mountain is about to enter winter, so he needs to find a warm place to survive this catastrophe.
However, something unexpected happened. Just as he left the Lixuan Mountain, he began to be approached by strangers. That was the king of the Mandragora clan. The demon pill of the great demon could extend his life by fifty years. Not only humans, but also ghosts and monsters, who wouldn't want to have a piece of the pie?
Moreover, it is said that this great demon has never been to Xuanshan, and has never killed a single person. He is very clean. Such a demon pill will only make him more nutritious. Once the news came out, more people were concerned about him, and almost everyone wanted to kill Zong Li.
Two fists are no match for four hands. Moreover, although Zong Li had some cultivation, he did not have much actual combat experience. In the end, Zong Li was forced to jump off a cliff. He was then picked up by a Taoist priest who was ambushing at the foot of the mountain and put into the alchemy furnace.
The old Taoist priest was limping and had many old wounds on his body. His cultivation was not very high, but for Zong Li, whose demon pill was completely destroyed and his tendons and veins were broken, the Taoist priest could subdue him with just one hand.
The old Taoist looked crazy and showed no mercy. He cut open the demon's body, took out the broken demon pill, and burned it together with the body. He thought that he could refine a pill that could increase his lifespan. However, he didn't know that ordinary fire in the world could not refine the body of a big demon. Everything he did was in vain.
But it was really painful when the mortal fire burned on Zong Li's body. His demon pill was broken, and without the protection of demon power, the mortal fire could hurt him so much. Zong Li's skin was not healthy, his consciousness was blurred, and his eyes were in great pain due to excessive burning. He wanted to scream, but his throat was broken. He wanted to cry, but it was as if all the water in his body had evaporated. He could do nothing.
He didn't know how long it had been before something in his mind seemed to be calling him.
"You are such a waste. You are so useless. You are a demon king, the king of the Mandragora clan, but you can be beaten like this by a few human monks. Even your demon core is broken. How can you still have the dignity to live in this world? If I were you, I would have committed suicide a long time ago. I would never live like you."
"You useless piece of shit, you might as well die... Give me your body, I will take your place and live a good life..."
The voice was still trying to persuade and persuade him, but when it saw that Zong Li didn't respond, it started to get furious and angry. Zong Li felt that the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was. What was that voice?
It's his own voice.
It was as if another person had split out of his body. It clearly had his face and was clearly a part of his body, but he just had to do his utmost to mock him and belittle him again and again, his tone filled with messages that he was unworthy, a waste, and had been spoiled.
Gradually, Zong Li gave up his survival instinct bit by bit. He was gentle by nature and not good at swordsmanship. After staying in Lixuan Mountain for hundreds of years, he only defeated a few monsters who wanted him to call him big brother. He had never stained his hands with blood, so when he faced a battle, his instinctive reaction was to use Mandragora's innate skill - Mist.
But it was useless. So, he was the one who should die? The light in Zong Li's eyes faded little by little. But for some reason, he thought of the little girl on Lixuan Mountain. Such a loyal and righteous little girl, if she knew that he was dead, would she be willing to come and avenge him?
What a pity! I haven't even seen you become the sect's first disciple yet. Your sword isn't very good. I wanted to find one for you, but unfortunately the weapons of the demon race are not suitable for you...
It's also my incompetence that at this point I still wanted you to save me... No wonder I became like this, but I really can't accept it...
If God could hear my voice, I would give up everything I have in exchange for starting all over again. I want to live again, even if it is just to see Li Xuan Mountain, Tianyi Sect, and her again.
I'd trade it all for it.
Zong Li's consciousness slowly dissipated, and there was only darkness in front of his eyes. He seemed to feel no pain anymore. He had been burned for 49 days in a row, so now he could be relieved, right?
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