Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Funeral Ling.

This gentle and poignant name belongs to a cold, brutal weapon that kills people.

This is not a contradiction. For ordinary people who join the rivers and lakes, death is sad and beautiful. Life is like an inconspicuous weed, obliterating everyone. Beautiful flowers bloom.

The burial feather is hidden in an inconspicuous feather arrow. The tail of this feather arrow is slightly swollen, like a flower bud, delicately hidden among the oil-soaked feathers.

This flower bud is a small but precise mechanism that requires extremely precise force to control. If the force is too light, it will fall before it blooms, and if the force is too heavy, it will wither early.

Everyone who saw it blooming died, even the craftsman who made it. The craftsman's surname was Zhuo, and he was a well-known craftsman in Yu State. As big as a waterwheel for fetching water, as small as a dancing doll, weapons are not what he is interested in, but he did it on a whim, but his life was buried in this whim.

Craftsman Zhuo was killed by those who robbed the burial feather.

That was 20 years ago, when the crown prince of the dynasty and the martial arts leader Di Xiangcheng signed an alliance in Tianshui City, distributed hero posts widely, and recruited heroes from the Northern Expedition in the rivers and lakes. Countless people saw a good opportunity to make contributions, including martial arts families His direct disciples, there are also reckless people who wander in the market.There are real knights, and there are fake heroes.

Real knights are not afraid to go through life and death, but fake heroes try to change their lives by relying on powerful weapons.

Craftsman Zhuo was driven to a dead end by such people. They took away his weapons, but they were afraid that he would remake new weapons and be taken away by others, so they decided to kill him.

The rivers and lakes are like turbid streams, under the awe-inspiring appearance of justice, there are some invisible ugliness.Fame and fame belong only to the victors, while the laments of the weak are not heard.

The craftsman's daughter survived by luck. Before she escaped, she buried a bucket of burial feathers in the pile of flowers and took it with her all the way. It was the only relic left by her father.

She didn't keep wandering, she met a man named Xia Qiyuan.

Xia Qiyuan is a doctor who heals people and diseases. He travels around and sells pills for a living.She called him Mr. Xia, and it took a long time before she found out that he was actually the leader of Chongming Sect.

Mr. Xia bestowed her with great strength, and a nickname that everyone who heard it feared - "Demon String".

She is Zhuo Yinglian.

She would not easily use the bucket of burial feathers back then, because no one in the world could create such a thing, and no one could control it except her. Her power came from the soul-moving technique, and it was Xia Thanks to her husband's gift, she incorporated Youying's remnant soul into her body and let it burn her internal organs. Only in this way can she perform skills that are different from ordinary people.

She hadn't seen the funeral flowers bloom for a long time.

The Tianshui gang is her enemy, and all the bright and righteous men in the world are her enemies, but the funeral flowers will not bloom for the enemy, but for those who know how to appreciate it.

erstwhile companion.

Zhuo Yinglian watched the oil-soaked tail feathers fly high into the sky, penetrate the white mist, and aim at Lu Zhengqiu and the raft under his feet, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

The reason why the funeral feather is terrible is not because of its sharpness, but because of its fineness.

As many flower seeds are hidden in the flower buds, there are as many hidden weapons hidden in the feathers.A martial artist may be able to dodge a sharp sword, but he may not be able to dodge the rain.The hidden weapon in the burial feather is thinner than raindrops, blending into the wind and turning into wind, the sky is full of silver light flashing in the air, instantly filling the entire field of vision.

Lu Zhengqiu was not the first person to see the hidden weapon.

He was leaning over the raft, trying to pull a drowned Wuxi man onto the boat.The archer beside him suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful, there are back arrows!"

Lu Zhengqiu narrowed his eyes, for a short while, the strength of the arrow was not enough, and the trajectory was not very accurate, it would not hit any place on the raft, but fell directly into the water.This arrow was more like the Demon Cult's last struggle, soft and procrastinated, powerless.

He almost felt relieved until he saw clearly that there was a bud-like protrusion in the center of the arrow's tail feather.

"Get out of the way!" He suddenly shouted.

The burial flower bloomed at this moment, first like a flower, with silvery petals stretching vigorously, and then, in an instant, it shattered into thousands of pieces, turned into a rain, and fell from the top of everyone's head.

The scenery at that moment was really beautiful.

However, Lu Zhengqiu's face had turned pale.

No one knows better than him the cruelty behind this beauty. If this rain falls, it will drench the whole area within three feet.People are like overripe fruits and vegetables, soft and loose, and can be easily pierced. Tens of thousands of raindrops penetrate into the body, each of which is poisonous. When the time comes, let alone take it out, there will be no trace of the wound.The poison left in the skin of the body will only cause people to fester from the inside out.

He wanted to escape with his companions, but the raft was not even three feet wide, and there were many unconscious Wuxi people on board, floating helplessly on the water like duckweed, and no one could escape.

He opened his arms, but how could the two thin arms block a rain that was overwhelming.

If the arms can be made longer and wider.

——If it can be turned into wings.

This thought exploded in his mind, and it was as violent as funeral flowers.The traces carved in his body by Youying, those insects and ants that gnawed at the meridians and sucked the pulp, and those cold air that could only be suppressed with years of medicine, all awakened in an instant, and quickly crawled all over his body.

The moment became extremely long, he seemed to have forgotten the passage of time, his body turned into nothingness, scattered into the world, stretched wantonly, soaked by thousands of raindrops, and made him feel unprecedented freedom.

Freedom only belongs to him, but the eyes of Tianshui gang members are full of fear.

They saw Lu Zhengqiu in black suddenly disappear from their eyes, replaced by a mass of black mist, rolling like a sea of ​​clouds, a hazy silhouette formed in the center of the sea of ​​clouds, a pair of pitch-black wings completely unfolded, surrounded by silver The rain is plated with a thin and bright edge, which gradually becomes clear.

There are three legs hidden under the gorgeous crown and tail, and the neck is slightly raised, which looks like a crow.

All the hidden weapons shot from the burial plume landed on the wings of the crow, like dense rain falling into a fine desert, and evaporated quickly without a trace remaining.

Everything happened in an instant, making people confused and even doubting their own eyes—how could people disappear out of thin air?

However, the hidden weapon was definitely blocked by the crow's wings, and the feathered arrow, which lost its momentum, fell from the sky and slumped into the water. The scorpion then disappeared.

Lu Zhengqiu was still standing on the edge of the raft, everyone bent down to avoid the hidden weapon, hugged his head and neck in embarrassment, only he was still standing, his clothes were blown up by the wind, like a pair of black wings.

He turned around and asked, "Aren't you injured?"

Indeed no one was hurt.The primordial spirit he transformed caught all the hidden weapons without missing a single drop.

But the way Tianshui gang members looked at him changed, becoming secretive and evasive.

Because the dark primordial spirit was too similar to the barbarian warriors they had encountered in northern Xinjiang, even more sinister and sinister.

Such a primordial spirit really shouldn't appear on a hero.

"Many...thank you, Master Zhengqiu, for saving your life."

After this sentence, no one spoke to him again. People lowered their heads one after another, hiding the confusion in their eyes, struggling to use the freshly felled wood branches as oars, and rowing boats to the shore.

Therefore, no one saw that his face was extremely haggard.

If someone held his hand, they would definitely be frightened by his cold body temperature.

He looked a little dazed, as if he couldn't believe what he had just done.

The root of the disease buried in his body was not cold poison at all, but the power of Youying.This power had gradually calmed down under Dongqing's careful management, like a beast coaxed into a deep sleep, but just now in order to save people, he unconsciously awakened the beast again.

He stood alone in the wind, the water vapor blowing against his face was as piercing as ice crystals, making him tremble from lips to fingertips.