Chapter 92: Centenary (three)

His eyes were wide, and it seemed that with a little squinting, a layer of water mist on the dark eyes would flow down the corner of his eyes.
There was a strong smell in the nose, and the wind on the river side passed Xuan Mian's hand, lingering in Xue Xian's nose, and couldn't escape. The monstrous rivers and the constantly shaking mountains are reflected in Xue Xian's eyes, but his mind is blank.
Obviously the five senses have begun to slowly recover, but he feels that he still cannot see or hear.
Otherwise, how could Xuan Mian, who was so cold in the capital, would lower his head so low that he would never lift it up again; otherwise, the two would sit on their knees with their blood on their hands and Xuan Merci Still covering his face, why not say a word ...
The effectiveness of the Buddha's bones finally spread, the rushing rivers slowly subsided, and the trembling mountains gradually stabilized.
The overwhelming golden thread finally faded slowly, and the copper coins shook twice in the wind, falling from the hands of Xuan Mian, where they fell was a place previously painted by Xuan Mian.
It was a small array drawn by the blood on the hand. The copper coins refined by his life-long spiritual power, supplemented by the bones of a Buddha, can really guarantee a hundred years of peace.
After seeing the copper coins fall into the array, the dust in the circle collapsed, and five shiny copper coins were crooked and rolled into the ground. A faint layer of golden light fainted from the place where the copper coins were buried, like a calm water wave, spreading out layer by layer, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles ...
A slight wind lifted a corner of the monk's robe with blood, revealing a small and delicate porcelain bottle, but the mouth of the porcelain bottle had already been opened and the inside was empty.
When Jin Guang brushed gently over Xue Xian's body, a red, under-grained round spider rolled down from Xue Xian's collarbone, as if he had finished his task, his claws curled up and motionless.
Where the spider touched, there was a small red mole like a pinpoint, quietly lying down, slightly different from the bite of the same life spider. If you touch it with your fingers, you can touch the tiny Raised.
But at this time Xue Xian was unaware of this, he was looking at Xuan Mercy stiffly and blankly, as if he did not believe what he saw in his eyes.
But Xuan Mian's hand was still covering his face, and it was so cold that the heavy snow in the far north was just that. Under the thin skin of the wrist, there is not even the slightest pulsation.
Such a large keel was melted into the body, Xue Xian's blood was burning all over, and the meaning of thermal expansion was tumbling along his spine. He should be sweating hot, but it was colder than cold sweat.
Spine rebirth is not pleasant, and it is no different from scraping the skin. But Xue Xian couldn't feel it at all, he couldn't even feel the vitality and consciousness were recovering, because he couldn't even raise his hands.
...
After a long time, he finally raised his hand blankly, grasped Xuan Merci's wrist, and pinched the hand that was about to slide down from his face into his palm.
The hotter his hands were, the hotter they were, the colder and colder his hands were.
"You ..." Xue Xian dumbed his throat and wanted to say Xuan mercifully, but only said a word, then he lost his voice and choked to the bottom of his throat. His hand strength was a bit strong, and when he pinched Xuan's wrist, he accidentally pulled Xuan's.
Xuan Mian's body was about to fall, and Xue Xian caught it rigidly.
His chin rested on Xue Xian's shoulders, one hand was pinched by Xue Xian, and the other was hanging lifelessly. At first glance it looks like a hug gesture, but one of them is out of breath.
Pressured by this weight, the mist in Xue Xian's eyes trembled slightly. He closed his eyes suddenly, and covered the mist that was about to escape without expression.
After another moment, he suddenly remembered what opened his eyes. Maintaining the posture of holding Xuan Merci, freeing one hand and touching it in the arms, finally found a small white porcelain bottle, exactly like the one hidden in the corner of Xuan Merci's robe, exactly one hundred The pair in the wormhole.
Xue Xian almost panicked out the pair of mother and child spiders in the porcelain bottle, and pinched the fingers several times before pinching the mother spiders accurately.
He placed the female spider on the side of Xuan Mian's neck regardless of his care, almost holding the female spider's back shell to prevent it from working or fleeing. He stared at the female spider for two times, and finally was forced to bite Xuan Mercer's neck.
Xue Xian's eyes stared at the lower part of the female spider without blinking, until both eyes became sour, and there was no change in the skin there.
He was so stiff that he never felt that there was anything in the world that would make him so resistant to thinking. It would be impossible to think even more. It was almost scared.
This black and white figure embraced and knelt on a messy black rocky beach. I didn't know how long it took to sit in the circle of rebellion. The blood of the stone statue had completely faded, and the blood lines on the ground were silently returning Shrinking, the two hundred people lying on the ground were no longer as grey as dirt, and there was a hint of blood.
They only had a wound on their thumb, and they would not have shed all their blood, just because of the influence of blood clots. At this point, the blood array reversed, and everything returned to the starting point. Except for the incision and a few drops of blood on their hands, they lost nothing.
After a long, long time, even Xue Xian, who was hot all over, was chilled down by Xuan Merci's body temperature, and a little blood mole finally appeared on that unresponsive skin.
It was just that the blood mole was very dim, and Xue Xian couldn't be sure whether such a blood mole had succeeded or failed.
Just then, suddenly something in the sky fluttered his wings and pierced.
If Xue Xianzhen didn't notice it, until the dark shadow hit the ground heavily, he fluttered his wings and jumped to Xue Xian's hand, threw the gray flapping thing in his mouth on the ground, and pecked Xue Xian's finger twice, Trying to get his attention.
It took Xue Xian a while to react, and when his eyes fell on the ground, he discovered that it was the black bird raised by Xuan Mercy.
The spooky black bird didn't know how hard it was to chase here, but it didn't seem to be sad for its lifeless owner. It jumped a few times, banging Xuan Xuan's falling hand with his head to show his intimacy, and tilted his head to look at Xue Xian, as if it was not the first time that such a sad scene.
Xue Xian stared at it for a moment, and then his eyes fell on what he left behind. I saw that it was a grey cloth bag, and it seemed that something was in the bag. When it was dropped on the ground, it made a slight bump.
Seeing him motionless, the black bird sighed slightly, jumped to the bag, pecked it with a sharp beak, and finally got the contents out of the bag.
Xue Xian stunned-it was five copper coins.
The pattern pattern looks the same as Xuan's original use, even the spiritual power is almost the same as that used by Xuan's. Xue Xian can feel it without even touching it. What's even more strange is that the breath brought by this spiritual power seems to be merciful to oneself.
The only difference is that although the strings tied by these five copper coins are bright in color due to the effect of spiritual power, like a brand new one, Xue Xian can feel that this string of copper coins is not short in age, even more than a hundred years old.
When the copper coins emerged from the cloth bag, they even buzzed slightly as they approached Xuan Mian's hand that fell to the ground. It seemed to show their intimacy to his master after a long time.
Xue Xian's consciousness returned a few moments later. The action of the black bird and the reaction of the copper coins made him recover a little saneness, as if ... Xuan Merci would really open his eyes again.
He turned his head and looked carefully at the small mole on Xuan Mian's neck. He didn't know if it was psychological. The blood mole didn't seem so dull.
Maybe, it really works ...
Xue Xian finally let go of Xuan Mian's hand. When he moved his five fingers, he realized just how hard he was just now, so that after the sudden withdrawal, even his finger joints became sore.
Instead, he grabbed Xuan Mian's back, trying to put Xuan Mian up and take him out of here.
However, as soon as he moved, he felt a small thing slip from his stacked sleeves, rolled over the back of his hand, and landed on the ground.
Xue Xian made a move, looked down strangely, and looked for a moment, and then found a dark red round spider the size of rice on the beach stained with blood. He frowned ...
With the same spider in front, he was so sensitive to spiders that the moment he saw this kind of round spider, he thought of the wormhole subconsciously.
But soon, he realized that his association was no coincidence. When the stiff round spider was picked up by him, and after turning over in the palm of his hand, he saw that the black belly of the round spider also had a thin blood line.
Coincidentally, this has to make Xue Xian associate this round spider with the wormhole.
However, the shell of the Tongshou spider will change with the scene. If this is the Tongshou spider, when it falls on his hand, how will it slowly fade into the color of the skin. But this round spider hasn't changed at all, obviously still holding a breath.
What's more ... how can the spider in the wormhole appear here? How could it roll down from his sleeve, as if it had fallen on him.
Xue Xian froze for a moment, remembering a scene in the hundred insect caves--
At that time, Xuanyi caught the Tongshou spider with his back, and Xue Xian took out two porcelain bottles from his arms for him. In the process, Xuanyi's hand was covered, and the round spider in his hand was not covered. Exposed.
After that, Xue Xian took a porcelain bottle, and Xuan Merci squeezed out a female spider from the palm of his hand and handed it to him. He took another porcelain bottle himself.
In the subsequent movements, Xue Xian only cares about inserting the female spider into a porcelain bottle, and does not see it. When he looked up again, Xuan Mian was capping another porcelain bottle.
He had a moment of doubt at that time: why did the plug need to be re-plugged, he didn't move it?
Now thinking again, Xue Xian suddenly flashed a speculation in his mind—when Xuan Merci caught, it was likely that it was not only the female spider, but also the others. Needless to say, there must be this dark red little spider, not just this one, but a pair.
At that time, Xuan Mercy said that there were two kinds of spiders in the hundred insect caves. Since this little dark red round spider is not the same longevity spider, it is naturally another kind of doubt.
He remembered asking Shun Meng what was the other kind? Xuan Merci's answer was general and simple, it seemed to say, and it seemed to say nothing.
Xue Xian took the round spider with a hint of doubt, and looked at the lifeless Xuan Qi he was holding. Suddenly, he expected that the round spider was Xuan Qi's second hand, which was in his favor ...
Is it so ...
Xue Xian looked at Xuanyi, tightening his hands silently, pressing his jaw slightly against Xuanyi's shoulders, and pursing Xuanyi's cold neck, then the tip of his nose, and finally buried his face in his neck.