Chapter 647
Nangong Wan looked at his tense jaw and suddenly felt her eyes warm. She said no more and gently opened the jade box with her fingertips——
"boom!"
The moment the lid of the box was opened, a scorching breath suddenly burst out, and the temperature of the whole room suddenly rose! The pill floated up, surrounded by purple flames, and faintly turned into a wolf-shaped shadow, roaring at her!
Fu Shaoping's eyes became fierce, and he put his sword fingers together, and a true qi barrier instantly suppressed the wolf shadow. But Nangong Wan had already stretched out his hand and grabbed the pill into his palm!
"Wan'er!"
Purple flames spread along her wrists, and her sleeves instantly turned to ash. She groaned, but put the pill into her mouth without hesitation.
"Well--!"
The moment the pill entered his throat, Nangong Wan's whole body shook violently!
A violent stream of fire exploded from her throat, raging wildly along her meridians! Her skin flushed abnormally, and blood vessels bulged under her skin, like magma flowing. The severe pain made her arch her body, her nails dug deep into her palms, and blood dripped through her fingers.
"Hold on!" Fu Shaoping grabbed her shoulders and continuously transferred his internal energy into her body, trying to guide the effect of the medicine.
However, the demonic power of the Burning Heart Wolf was too violent, and his true energy was torn to pieces as soon as it entered! Nangong Wan suddenly raised his head and let out a roar that was not like a human voice. His long hair moved without wind, and the ends of his hair began to burn!
"Wan'er!" Fu Shaoping's eyes were red with anger. He no longer cared about anything else and hugged her in his arms, letting the flames burn his skin. "Look at me! Hold on to the spiritual platform!"
Nangong Wan's pupils were dilated, and her eyes were full of blood. In a trance, she saw herself abandoned by her family when she was young, saw the snow flying all over the sky when she first met Fu Shaoping, and saw his silent back every time he was injured...
She suddenly bit her tongue, blood splattered on Fu Shaoping's clothes, and she suddenly regained consciousness! Taking this opportunity, she raised her hand tremblingly and made an ancient seal -
"Nangong Secret Teachings: Lingxi Yin!"
The moment the seal was formed, the drug power running wild in her body suddenly stagnated!
Fu Shaoping was quick to sense the change and immediately changed his tactics, placing his palms on her back, and his Qi turned into thousands of threads, guiding the medicinal power to circulate along the Ren and Du meridians. The purple flame gradually shrank, and finally condensed into a small fire in her Dantian.
"Cough... cough cough!" Nangong Wan suddenly coughed out a mouthful of black blood, which was the snake mother's poison that had been deposited for many years.
The room suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of the two people's interlaced breathing.
Fu Shaoping slowly let go of her, only to find that his front was soaked with her sweat. Nangong Wan leaned on his shoulder like a weakling, but raised the corner of her mouth: "...I said I can hold on."
He looked down at her and found that there was a faint purple light flowing under her pale skin, and a cluster of flames flickered deep in her pupils, which was both enchanting and beautiful.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked hoarsely.
Nangong Wan shook her head, and suddenly reached out to touch the burn marks on his chest, and whispered: "You are the one who is in pain."
Outside the window, the first rays of morning light penetrate the clouds.
She fell asleep in his arms, and his fingertips were still entangled with a strand of her unburned hair.
The morning mist was like a veil, covering this small courtyard that carried too many memories. Fu Shaoping stood in front of the door, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes swept across the withered plum tree in the corner of the courtyard - that was planted by Nangong Wan when he first came, now the branches are twisted, but it has never bloomed again.
Neighbor Aunt Wang, carrying a bamboo basket, saw them packing their bags from afar. She paused, then walked over quickly. She wiped her rough hands on her apron again and again, her eyes slightly red: "Mr. Fu, Miss Nangong, are you... leaving?"
Nangong Wan was folding the last plain robe into her bag, and her fingertips paused slightly when she heard the words. She raised her eyes, and the morning light fell on her pale face, making the purple flame in the depths of her pupils even more enchanting. She pursed her lips and smiled, her voice so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing the morning mist: "Yes, Aunt Wang, thank you for taking care of me all these years."
Aunt Wang's tears finally rolled down. She grabbed Nangong Wan's hands, the hands that had made medicine and mended clothes for her, but now they were as cold as jade. "Silly girl, why are you thanking me? When you first came, you were as thin as a piece of paper and couldn't even light the stove..." She choked and suddenly took out a bag of osmanthus cake wrapped in oil paper from the basket, "Take it with you on the road! Your favorite..."
Fu Shaoping turned his face away. He was always taciturn, but at this moment his Adam's apple rolled, and he only whispered: "The herb garden behind the house is left to you." Those rare herbs were found by him one by one to suppress the snake venom in Nangong Wan's body.
Aunt Wang wiped her tears and nodded, then pulled Fu Shaoping's sleeve: "Mr. Fu, Miss Nangong is afraid of the cold, you...you should prepare a cloak." Before she finished speaking, she was stunned - the man in front of her was wearing black clothes with frost, and the coldness between his brows was even more intense than when they first met, but at this moment, he actually let a country woman pull his sleeves, and even the tassel of his sword did not shake at all.
Nangong Wan suddenly stepped forward and gently hugged Aunt Wang. The purple flame flowed silently in her blood, but she carefully restrained the temperature, fearing that she would burn the old man who had tucked her in the corner of the quilt in the middle of the night. "We will be fine." She whispered in Aunt Wang's ear, her voice trembling like a spider silk in the wind.
Fu Shaoping picked up his bag in silence. When he turned around, he saw a glimpse of Nangong Wan's wrist exposed from his sleeve - the skin there had been torn apart by swallowing the elixir, and now there was only a light purple scar, winding like the claw marks of a young wolf.
**The road is long and there is no return**
The mountain path was winding, and the shadows of the two people were stretched long by the morning sun. Nangong Wan suddenly stopped and looked back. The small courtyard in the distance had become a blurry black dot. She whispered: "Shaoping, actually I..."
"I know." Fu Shaoping interrupted her, took off his outer robe and wrapped it around her thin shoulders, "The poison has been cured, but the revenge is not." His fingertips brushed across a strand of burnt hair in her hair - that was the remnant of the wolf flame that burned her heart last night.
Nangong Wan smiled. The purple flames danced in her eyes, reflecting the teardrops in the corners of her eyes like blood. She took the initiative to hold Fu Shaoping's hand, and when their palms touched, the two streams of true energy quietly blended, one cold and one hot, just like the symbiosis of snowfield and lava.
The mountain wind blew past, blowing away her unfinished words. Fu Shaoping finally tightened his grip on the sword.
On the top of Jade Emperor Mountain, clouds and mist are like waves.
Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan walked along the winding stone steps and reached halfway up the mountain when they suddenly heard a sinister laugh coming from the woods.
"My two Taoist friends, we are in a hurry, why don't you leave some money for your passage?"
Before he finished speaking, three black shadows rushed out from the forest and surrounded the two of them in a triangle. The leader was a tall and thin man with a black iron mask on his face and wisps of black air wrapped around his fingertips. He was obviously a Tribulation Cultivator.
Fu Shaoping did not stop, nor did he even turn his eyes away. He just raised his right hand slightly and pressed it on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Nangong Wan smiled lightly, with purple flames flickering in his eyes, and said lightly: "Everyone, before the robbery, have you ever asked who we are?"
The robber cultivator sneered: "Who cares who you are? In this Jade Emperor Mountain, even if a Yuanying old monster comes, he has to leave something behind!"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Shaoping had already moved.
His body did not waver, but his sword was already unsheathed - with a flash of cold light, it poured down like an avalanche, going straight for the throat of the robber cultivator on the left!
The robber was shocked and hastily raised a black banner to block it, but he heard a "swish" sound, and the sword's edge was like cutting yuba, and the banner cracked instantly! He retreated in shock, but saw that Fu Shaoping had not retracted his sword, and he slashed with his backhand, and the sword energy was like frost, and he actually cut off half of his sleeve!
"What a fast sword!" The leader of the robbery cultivators' pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted: "Form a formation!"
The three of them quickly surrounded them, and the black gas surged, turning into a giant net that covered the two of them!
Nangong Wan's eyes suddenly glowed purple, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: "How dare you use a mere 'Yin Sha Net' to embarrass yourself?"
She raised her fingertips, and a wisp of purple flame shot out like a spirit snake, and the moment it touched the net——
"boom!"
The black net instantly ignited with blazing purple flames and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye!
####**The Burning Heart Wolf Appears**
The leader of the robbery cultivators was horrified. He gritted his teeth and made a hand gesture. A pitch-black dagger flew out of his sleeve and stabbed straight into Nangong Wan's heart!
"Looking for death." Fu Shaoping snorted coldly, and the sword tip turned around, striking down like lightning, and actually cut off the dagger in mid-air!
However, at this moment - Nangong Wan suddenly groaned, and the purple flame in her body surged uncontrollably for a moment. She frowned slightly, as if in pain.
The leader of the robbery cultivators noticed it and said with a fierce smile: "So you are injured? You deserve to die!"
He bit his tongue hard, spurting out a mouthful of blood. Black energy surged up, transforming into three evil ghost shadows, roaring and rushing towards him!
Fu Shaoping's eyes became fierce, and he was about to swing his sword, but he heard Nangong Wan whispered: "Let me do it."
She raised her eyes, the purple flames in the depths of her pupils flickered like wolf pupils, and she formed seals with her hands——
"Nangong Secret: Burning Heart Wolf Shadow!"
"Roar--!"
A giant wolf formed of purple flames emerged from behind her, howling towards the sky, and with a wave of its wolf claws, the three evil ghosts were instantly torn to pieces! With its remaining power, it rushed straight to the leader of the robbery cultivators!
“No——!” The leader tried to flee in horror, but was bitten on the shoulder by the purple flame wolf. His body was burned by flames and he fell to the ground howling in pain!
The wind stopped and the clouds dispersed.
Nangong Wan slowly exhaled, the purple flames in her eyes gradually subsided. She looked down at her palm, where there was a tiny burn mark - the demonic power of the Burning Heart Wolf had not been completely tamed after all.
Fu Shaoping sheathed his sword, walked to her side, looked at her palm, and whispered, "Another attack?"
She shook her head, the corners of her lips slightly raised: "It's okay, it's much better than before."
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, and lightly touched the burn mark on her palm with his fingertips. A wisp of icy true energy flowed in, helping her calm the restless purple flame.
Nangong Wan was slightly startled, then chuckled: "Master Fu is very considerate today."
Fu Shaoping took back his hand and said calmly, "Hurry up."
Her smile widened and she followed his steps.
The mountain wind started to blow away the remaining black ash. The three robbery cultivators had already fainted on the ground, and no one dared to block their way.
The mountain wind gradually died down, leaving only the rustling of branches and leaves in the forest.
Fu Shaoping picked up the storage bag of the robber leader, and with a flick of his finger, the restriction on the bag shattered like thin ice. Nangong Wan came closer, with purple flames flashing in his eyes, as if he was quite interested in the things inside.
"Wow--"
The contents of the bag poured out and scattered on the ground.
A fist-sized piece of dark blue ore rolled down, its surface covered with frost marks. It was bone-chillingly cold to the touch, and even the surrounding air condensed into tiny ice crystals.
Fu Shaoping raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xuan Yin Cold Iron?"
Nangong Wan reached out and stroked it gently, the purple flames on her fingertips collided with the cold air, and a slight "chi chi" sound was emitted. She smiled and said, "It suits you - if it is melted into the sword, it can increase the coldness by three points."
Fu Shaoping did not answer, but put the cold iron into his sleeve. Nangong Wan caught a glimpse of the slight curve at the corner of his lips, and knew that this cold-faced swordsman was satisfied.
A blood-red Ganoderma lucidum lies quietly in a brocade box. Its cap is as thick as agate, with golden threads flowing faintly between its veins. Once it is opened, a rich medicinal fragrance hits you in the face.
"A hundred-year-old red-blood Ganoderma lucidum?" Nangong Wan's eyes lit up, "What a pleasant surprise." Although the purple flame in her body is strong, it needs spiritual medicine to harmonize it. This thing can alleviate the fierceness of the Burning Heart Wolf Flame.
Fu Shaoping glanced at her and said, "The remnants of the snake's venom have not been completely eliminated. This thing can strengthen your body and replenish your vitality." His tone was flat, but he remembered her injuries clearly.
A mask as thin as a cicada's wing was folded in the jade box. It felt as soft as running water to the touch, and when held up to the light, it reflected thousands of different faces.
Nangong Wan covered his face with interest, and instantly turned into a handsome young man, even his voice became clear: "How is it?"
Fu Shaoping stared at her for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched her earlobe - that was the only part that the mask could not cover, and her original fair skin was still visible.
"Flaw." He said lightly, but did not let go, and his thumb rubbed it unconsciously.
The tips of Nangong Wan's ears felt slightly hot, and a purple flame was faintly flickering under his skin.
A yellowed animal skin map was pressed at the bottom of the bag, with the edges charred black, as if it had been burned. There was a strange mountain range painted on it, with a blood-red mark in the center, and the small words next to it were blurred and difficult to make out, except for the words "dragon skeleton" that could be vaguely recognized.
The two looked at each other.
"It is rumored that there are ancient treasures under the Dragon Skeleton Abyss..." Nangong Wan's fingertips ran across the map, and the purple flame suddenly jumped, and it actually produced a subtle resonance with the blood-colored mark.
Fu Shaoping folded up the map and said, "Let's check it out along the way."
####**Ending: Sharing the spoils and teasing**
Nangong Wan took the red blood ganoderma into his arms and said with a smile: "I will take the herbs, you take the cold iron, and we can share the mask and map - do you think it is fair, Master Fu?"
Fu Shaoping was tying the Xuanyin cold iron around his waist. Hearing this, he glanced at her and said, "You wear the mask."
"Oh?" She leaned close to his ear and breathed warmly, "Are you afraid that you won't recognize me if I change my face?"
Fu Shaoping turned and walked away, his back as straight as a sword, but he did not deny it.
Nangong Wan chuckled and followed. In the misty mountain, the red blood ganoderma in her sleeves was slightly hot, just like her heartbeat at the moment.
As dusk fell, Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan stepped into a market hidden in the mountains.
This place has no name, and the monks only call it "Ghost Ruins". Gray-brown stone houses are crookedly squeezed on both sides of the narrow valley, with faded talismans hanging on the eaves, rustling in the mountain wind. The air is filled with the aroma of old medicine, the smell of rust, and a faint smell of blood.
The purple flames on Nangong Wan's fingertips flickered slightly, reflecting the interest in her eyes: "It's more interesting than those neat big cities."
Fu Shaoping did not answer, his eyes swept over several figures hidden under cloaks at the end of the alley - those people had cold auras and bulges on their waists, and they were obviously not good people. He pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, but his left hand moved half a step closer to Nangong Wan without leaving any trace.
Deep in the market, a small shop with a signboard of "Bai Hai Pavilion" stands out. The door curtain is woven with the tendons of some monster, and it makes a teeth-grinding creaking sound when it is opened.
(End of this chapter)