Devoting your best

Author: Dragon Slaughter

Devoting your best

The old servant Cui threw away the brush in his hand and picked up Zhu'er's body again.

A black and yellow tiger evil surged onto the poor child's back and covered the waves of blood, as if a layer of dim fog appeared on the sea surface, hazy and unreal.

Then, the old servant still raised Zhu'er's back upwards, slowly raised it above his head, and approached the tiger fish.

Just after he painted for a moment, the figure of the strange fish in the air became increasingly blurred, and it looked like a ball of black and yellow ink barely gathered together. Its spirit was still there, and its shape gradually dispersed.

Seeing this, the old servant of Cui immediately prayed loudly: "Cui's son Zhuer made a statement and respect him, and he would like to sacrifice his blood, and he would like to give him mercy and have no resentment in life and death!"

I don’t know if his prayer had worked, or if the Chihuyu couldn’t find the way to survive, but after sensing the tiger evil and blood on Zhu'er’s back, the strange fish just hesitated for a moment and stabbed in.

The old servant Cui immediately shrank his arms and held Zhu'er back in front of him.

He took back the black and yellow evil spirit covered with the waves of blood, and his old eyes stared at the poor child's back.

I saw that the tiger fish had already penetrated into the skin of the pearl and sneaked into the blood-colored waves. Although the body was stagnant and motionless at this moment, it was strong and lifelike, as if it had just been painted.

"It's done!"

The old servant of Cui raised two thick and colorful tiger eyebrows, which was already very happy: "Even the most outstanding children of Cui's dynasty may not be able to incorporate the entire tiger spirit into their bodies, let alone such a big one, but I actually made this happen! Hahaha!"

Amid the crazy laughter, Qi Jingzhi clenched his left fist and retracted the bronze mirror. The sharp-eared knives in his right hand did not return to the sheath, and the red ghost-faced armor and the silver armor on his body were not retracted.

Speaking of which, the old servant Cui seemed to have never seen Qi Jingzhi's ghost-faced silver armor from beginning to end. He always looked at the hideous ghost-faced face and never showed any strange colors. Instead, he paid much attention to the Niu Er Sharp Knife that restrained the tiger's evil aura.

This person either has some knowledge and has seen something similar, so he doesn't care at all, or he just thinks about his own affairs and has no intention of paying attention to it.

Qi Jingzhi looked at the old servant who showed his madness again and felt that this person was really unreasonable.

In his opinion, the so-called spiritual entrance into the body is actually not unusual. There are many sorcerers in the martial arts world. For example, the Golden Sword Wei family was replaced by the Red Gold Sword and placed the unique golden energy in the sword into their body to warm it. Not to mention that Ge Shu Dashi had just demonstrated what it means to "hiding the sword's heart, swallowing the boat's belly".

However, although this method is extremely fast to enter the country and may even change one's destiny, the risks are undoubtedly great. If you are not careful, you will die indescribable, and even harm the people you are close to you.

Why can Zhu'er use his body to bring the spirit into his body?

It should be noted that Zhu'er has no qualifications to practice. It is only because of the blessing of the aura of the aristocratic boy, that the Chihuyu spirit can be deceived for a while. What's more, the aristocratic boy has been swallowed by a bronze mirror. Zhu'er's body may not last long and will die completely. The old servant of Cui's family deliberately set up this situation, half deceiving and half forcing him to include the Chihuyu in it. What's the use?

What's more, in order to warm up the Red Gold Knife, the entire clan became a sword slave. Geshu Dashi was willing to take risks, and was born with qualifications and extraordinary in nature. This was the only way to succeed in one fell swoop. However, Cui only had Zhu'er's body.

Sure enough, Qi Jingzhi had this idea in his heart, and the shoddy "Chohu Fish Picture" on Zhu'er's back changed.

After only a few breaths of honesty, the tiger fish in the picture became restless and began to swim around in the sea of ​​blood.

Zhu'er is still young and her back is not wide enough. The sea of ​​blood in the picture is even narrow and cramped. This three-foot-long dragon and tiger fish can be used, and it becomes more and more manic when it hits walls everywhere. It immediately makes the blood-colored ink traces that have not been dried in the picture.

The laughter of the old servant Cui stopped abruptly. He immediately threw Zhu'er's body back on the desk, picked up the previous brush, dipped it in the knife in the back of Zhu'er's heart, and then pointed it at the tiger fish.

At first, the tiger fish was not wary of all, and the old servant lit up seven or eight blood-colored ink dots on his body.

These blood-colored ink dots are like nails, nailing them to the spot.

However, after just a few breaths, these blood nails quickly penetrated into Zhu'er's skin and merged into the sea of ​​blood.

The tiger fish suddenly became free and swung its thin tail for a moment. In an instant, a series of blood nails were added to it, and it had to froze in place again.

The old servant Cui did not blink for a moment, and the brush in his hand was flying, and he kept tapping one blood after another.

Not long after, a large mass of blood appeared on the pearl'er's back. Many lines used to outline the sea of ​​blood were difficult to distinguish, and the confinement effect of the blood nail was reduced by half.

After each time the tiger fish escapes from the trap, it has the time to swim forward for a small piece before it will be nailed to a few breaths in the relatively clean sea.

It is only willing to swim in the sea where the lines are still there and there is no blood stain, and it is disdainful to the places covered by large clusters of blood stains.

If this continues, the space that can allow the dragon and tiger fish to move will disappear.

At that time, I am afraid that this temporary painting of "Chohu Fish Picture" will be destroyed and will have no effect on accepting spirits.

Perhaps as the old servant of Cui said, the scroll "Chohu Fish Picture" thrown on the ground is not a great treasure, but obviously not everyone can draw it.

However, for some reason, facing the situation where he was about to fail, the old servant Cui's face did not show any anxiety, but became more and more quiet.

He suddenly handed the brush to his left hand, stabbed the Chihuyu hard with the pen as a knife, nailed it tightly, and at the same time pulled open his top with his right hand, revealing his skinny chest.

Immediately afterwards, he used his bloody index finger to outline water lines on his chest.

This time, it was much more hasty than when he was painting on Zhu'er's back. The lines he drew were crooked and could not even be similar in shape, so it could only be considered freehand painting.

Qi Jingzhi frowned when he saw it, and he really couldn't figure out what the other party was doing.

If Zhu'er had the bloodline of Cui, even if she did not have the qualifications to practice, she could try to trick the Chihuyu for a while and let her remain peaceful for a moment, this old servant did not even have the bloodline of Cui.

Just now, the other party understood that Cui had his own way of controlling him. No matter how hard an outsider practiced, he would not be able to get such a huge Chihuyu spirit.

If he did it again on himself, it would be fine if he didn't succeed. If he could really bring the spirit into his body, the resistance of the tiger fish would only be even more violent. It would be better to just wipe his neck and do it.

"Hmm? No!"

Qi Jingzhi's eyes stopped on the two colorful tiger eyebrows of the old servant Cui's servant, and immediately became a little uncertain: "Although the incident happened suddenly tonight, this person and the head of the Cui family have been planning for a long time. What he had done before was tied up one by one, and every step had a deep meaning."

"He insisted on using Zhu'er first, and then put the Chihuyu spirit on himself, but I'm afraid it's not aimless. But when he heard the other party's words, it seemed that the ancestors of Cui's family had never taken risks like this. It's still unknown whether they could succeed..."

While the old servant of Cui was busy, he suddenly found that the affair boy had disappeared quietly, as if he had been easily dealt with by Qi Jingzhi. At this moment, the warrior was watching with the sword in his eyes, and his old face immediately changed color slightly.

So, the old servant kept making a move, but he still squeezed out a smile at Qi Jingzhi, as if he had nothing to say: "I heard my young master talk about today that Qi Jishi traveled thousands of miles to return the Red Golden Sword to Wei. Such a righteous act is really admirable! The young master also said that Cui, a sincere gentleman like Qi Jishi, should make friends with him!"

Qi Jingzhi immediately understood the intention of the other party saying this, and couldn't help but feel it in his heart.

It was because of this that when he went to the back garden of Baiyun Palace alone and warned himself not to take care of Cui's housework, he did not have such a good voice, and he could not see any intention of making friends.

Thinking of this, Qi Jingzhi shook his head and smiled: "I'm just going to find a ghost to settle old grudges. By the way, I see what it and the master behind him are planning, and the rest don't care. What's more, if you want to be sincere, your father-in-law has shown me many secrets of Cui, and no matter how honest it is, it's gone. If the next thing is not convenient for outsiders to watch, Qi will leave immediately."

Unexpectedly, the old servant of Cui shook his head and said sincerely: "Qi Jishi can see it whenever he wants to. Cui is a dignified saint Jiang Menting. He has always been open and honest. He must not speak to others without any trouble, nor will he hide it from the Demon Suppression Academy!"

The old servant said this very well. If he had not regarded Qi Jingzhi as a fool, he would have not believed what Qi Jingzhi said at all, for fear that he would have to make trouble for Cui's major affairs because of the previous incident. Therefore, he had to perfunctory words to comfort him.

As the old servant finished speaking, the back of the pearl on the desk suddenly exploded, and countless flesh and blood were splattered. Even the brush that nailed the tiger fish was broken into several pieces.

For a moment, the scene in the study was extremely bloody and tragic. Even the lady Cui, who had only a face exposed by the window, couldn't help but exclaim.

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but look at her. Most of his mind was on Lao Pu and Zhu'er, and he didn't pay much attention to this woman. When he saw her face, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He immediately became a little more careful and made up his mind not to turn his back to the south window.

At this moment, the Chihuyu Spirit flew out from a messy desk and slowly wandered in the air. He looked like he was no longer in the sea of ​​blood. Instead, he looked east and sniffed west, as if he was wondering where the Chihuyu Picture had gone.

Qi Jingzhi's eyes were immediately attracted to him. While dispersing the Yanxia feather clothes that were used to cover the flesh and blood, he thought to himself: "The memory of these Chihuyu spirits is really not very good."

Previously, every time these spirits in the painting were attracted by blood, they would fight again and decide the winner. And as long as they were a little far away from the scroll, they would never find a way back. If not, they would not have been plotted like this by the old servant of the Cui family.

At the same time, in Qi Jingzhi's sense, the aura on this Chihu Fish Spirit seemed to be... a little more docile?

"Can you say... Compared to the Wei clans who have been warming up the red gold sword energy for many years, the old servant of Cui clan wants to use this more violent method to remove the fierce and violent aura of the Chihuyu spirit in the shortest time? Because there is no such talent as Geshu Dashi in the clan, he can only fill it with his life?"

"Doesn't you think that you have achieved success in practicing on the ground of the Six States of the East China Sea and have to choose such a cruel way?"

"After paying such a big price, the head of the Cui family cannot let the final benefit fall on an old slave. The father-in-law in front of him is probably a loyal servant, so..."

Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked at the door leading to the study. The door was in full swing outside, but Cui Zitao was still lying high inside and sleeping quietly without any movement.

However, the old servant of Cui did not pay attention to the movements of the people around him, and did not even raise his eyes to stare at the Chihuyu Spirit. Instead, he focused his whole heart on the increasingly crude blood picture on his chest, with a little more calm demeanor than before.

After a while, it was not until he wrote the title and signature in a crooked manner that he raised his head and looked at the Chihuyu Spirit, who had become anxious again because his body was blurred and scattered again.

The old servant of Cui looked at it for a while, and saw that the dragon and tiger fish spirit almost dissipated into a thick ball of ink, then he kicked on the ground with one foot, and at the same time, he supported his hands on the desk, and his whole body jumped up from the ground.

His two thick and thick patterns were particularly eye-catching, swaying in the sky, colorful and powerful.

As his body gradually grew taller, the old servant tried hard to lift his skin and wrinkle, and his chest, which was visible to his ribs, faced the tiger fish spirit in the air.

Without surprise, the Chihuyu Spirit, who was desperate again, didn't even hesitate this time, and immediately got into the waves of blood on his chest.

The old servant was struck by lightning, and his body suddenly froze, and then it fell heavily.

He still didn't forget to touch the ground with one foot, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength. His knees bent and his soles slipped, and his whole body immediately fell backwards. If he hadn't been supported by a strong arm, he would have fallen to the ground.

Looking at the old man who had been in front of others earlier, watching him gradually become so embarrassed and weak, Qi Jingzhi had neither sympathy nor contempt in his heart, but just asked softly: "What should I do next?"

"Well, except for the last step, there is nothing to do. It just depends on how long I can last. If I hold on for a while, the young master will have more hope of survival!"

The old servant Cui turned his head and glanced at the young man, shook his head gently, and then struggled to stand up.

He slowly turned his body, and when he was fully facing Qi Jing, he slowly took two steps back.

He stared at the young swordsman with ghost face and silver armor. The light in the eyes of the old couple was obviously weaker than before. He said hatefully: "If I hadn't beat you, the matter tonight was on the string again, and I could not delay at all. I had to gather people to silence you!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Jingzhi took off the red ghost face armor and smiled at the old man in front of him: "If it weren't for this, my father-in-law would have to die sooner."

Hearing this, the old servant also showed a faint smile on his face, and suddenly he spoke again: "I have wasted my time for decades, and today I know what a sincere gentleman is!"

After saying that, he bent down slowly and bowed deeply.
Chapter completed!