✔Mistakenly Saving the Villain

091-100

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091

The bird demon wiped clean the golden chair in the main hall, and respectfully invited the gods to take a seat.

Shenjun glanced in disgust, shook his head gently, raised his hand and burned the dirty-touched seat, and then invited several red vines, woven into a fire-like gorgeous throne, with the butterfly of Nirvana. Sit down slowly.

Most of the face-faced monks in Jinfeng Villa were dead, and the rest were slaves and servants who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, and there were a few more lucky monks who saved their lives.

The gods killed the remaining monks at will. Only one monk surnamed Ma escaped the massacre, and was taken to the dungeon together with his wife and children, saying that he was released from the Golden Phoenix Villa after the matter was over.

Brother Ma only has a foundation for repairing. He is short in stature and ugly. He is the cook of Jinfeng Villa. He likes to drink. He often speaks ridiculously after drinking. He acts ridiculously. He occasionally takes advantage of his colleagues and uses Lingshi to drag him. Nothing back...so everyone didn't like him, but the few spirit beast dishes he made won Jin Feiyi's heart, and they were tolerated. His wife is a bitch, bitter and mean, quarreling with foul language, and even mortal peasant women are willing to bow down to the wind...

This is a little man of no use value.

Not to mention Bai Zihao and the demon cultivator of the immortal summit, even Brother Ma didn't understand why the gods would be open to the Internet. He thankfully took his wife and children out of the main hall.

Shenjun glanced at the remaining hundred or so slaves, and stretched out countless threads of divine thoughts in his palms, and plunged into their sea of ​​consciousness. Then, one after another slaves were strangled by divine thoughts at the sea of ​​consciousness, and fell silently. On the ground. There were about 30 remaining slaves. They woke up and saw the tragic situation, their minds were confused, they were all limp on the ground, and they forgot to cry.

"For the dead, you can go."

"The evildoer can be killed."

"The innocent can be forgiven."

Shenjun finished the sentence, then looked at Bai Zihao, and asked coldly: "How about you?"

"Me?" Bai Zihao glanced blankly at the slaves lying on the ground around him, and found that the new slaves accounted for nearly half of them. He slightly understood the reason why some of the slaves were killed. Being weak does not mean not guilty. In Jinfeng Villa, the slaves are divided into several classes. A house owner like him is the best. Apart from asking for Jin Fei's heart, life is almost the same as that of a noble son. Or become a steward in every yard. Not only can you discipline ordinary slaves, but you also have the opportunity to become a major steward for training new slaves when you are old. There are many levels of such differences, and occasionally you are lucky to meet good guests and get out of slavery. , The story of one step up to the sky.

The slaves were trapped in animal cages, fighting and framing each other for the small fleshy bones. When Bai Zihao first came to Jinfeng Villa, he didn't understand these methods. They succeeded several times. He and Jin Feiyu gave birth to grievances and suffered a lot of grievances. Fortunately, they were all cleared of their grievances in the end.

However, there are some people who disdain to associate with dirty things and would rather jump into the trap and be practiced to the end...

The proud red figure appeared in Bai Zihao's mind for some reason. That year, Yao Wang Xianzun suddenly retreated, and the more Wuhuan disappeared without a trace. He secretly inquired about Yeyu Pavilion without telling Jin Feiyu. Ye Yuge said that someone had seen Yue Wuhuan with white hair and blood in a dying state, expecting to be dead.

The bird that leaves the cage will not survive after all...

Bai Zihao was secretly sad for a long time, but Jin Feizhen noticed that he suspected that he was wrong with other men, so he severely punished him.

Seeing him in a daze, Shenjun asked patiently again: "Do you think you deserve to die?"

"Damn it," Bai Zihao stomped on the ground, numbly, "I and Jin Feiji are Taoists, and I have never persuaded him for what he did. I watched my husband and friends use their lives for fun, and I only thought that it was not myself. That's it. I'm indifferent to everything, and I'm not going to save him..." He has never killed people personally, nor does he want to kill people, but Jin Feiyu killed more than one or two people to protect him. He enjoyed it. With the abundant resources of Jinfeng Villa, accepting Jin Feiyu's feelings, he should also bear the corresponding crimes. He raised his head and asked with a smile, "God, am I a killable evildoer?"

Shenjun looked at him solemnly, as if thinking about something.

Bai Zihao asked again: "The Taoist companion should be the same forest bird, the husband is dead, and I am tired too..."

He hopes to die cleanly.

Shenjun slowly said: "Jin Feiyu is not dead yet, I will lock him in the dungeon of the immortal pinnacle."

Bai Zihao looked up in amazement, couldn't believe his ears, and didn't know whether to be surprised or happy.

"I will keep his life for ten years." Shenjun walked down from the throne and changed a pair of clean gloves. He watched Bai Zihao's expression change with interest, and then let out a mocking chuckle, "You You can wait for him, don't do stupid things, ten years later, I hope you can bring me the real answer..."

Bai Zihao didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he had a lot of questions, but was oppressed by the powerful aura of the gods, he didn't dare to ask.

After hesitating, blood-red vines stretched out, he felt something pricked in the back of his neck, and then fainted.

...

Bai Zihao slept drowsy for many days, occasionally opening his eyes in a daze, feeling the surrounding shaking, the scenery and the light were different, it seemed to be moving, he didn't have the energy to think more, and soon went back to sleep.

The sound of rooster crowing awakened him from his deep sleep.

He found himself lying in a simple brick house, the blue quilt covered on his body did not have strong incense, only a faint smell of sunshine, and he was wearing the most usual Tsing Yi, and all the valuable jewellery on his body was removed. There was a blue cloth package on the table. There were dozens of spiritual stones and a few hundred taels of silver in it. It was not enough for a meal in Jinfeng Villa, but it was enough to live a relatively affluent ordinary life in the mortal world, which seemed to be reserved for him. Cost of Living?

There was a noise outside the window. There was the noise of early-rising farmers rushing to farm cattle and going to the fields, the noise of villagers carrying a burden to drive to the morning market, and the noise of neighboring women knocking on the pot to feed the chickens. The cries of naughty children after falling down, the chaotic sounds with familiar smell of fireworks in the world...

What exactly does Shenjun want to do to him?

Bai Zihao was terrified. He quietly opened the window and looked into the gap. He found that it was a lively small village with brick yards everywhere, with peach, pear and apricot trees planted in the yard. There are willows hanging down the river, many ducks and white geese are swimming, and there is a good smell of buns next door. Everywhere is comfortable and peaceful...

He vaguely remembered that he lived in such a small village with his mother before being sold into Jinfeng Villa. He grew a few acres of thin fields, and his mother weaving and raising chickens taught him how to read and teach him the truth. Poor, but very happy. Later, the life was not good, the village was ransacked by bandits, and his mother was killed. When he was crying on the roadside, he met Xie Que. Xie Que killed the bandit. He was so grateful that he voluntarily returned to the world of immortality with Xie Que and became a disciple. Unexpectedly, after being briefly taught for a few days, he was sold into Jinfeng Villa.

Many years later, he learned from Jin Feizhen that it was Xie Que who had fallen in love with his appearance and aptitude and deliberately attracted the bandits...

At that time Xie Que was dead, and he didn't even have the strength to resent.

Bai Zihao hid in the quilt and cried quietly. He understood the warning from the gods and didn't dare to seek life and death. He had to survive for ten years.

However, he was so scared that he dared not leave this house, let alone touch the outside world, what should he do?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and there was a clear voice asking: "Do you have scissors in your house? Let me use them."

Bai Zihao looked through the crack of the door secretly and found that it was a little girl about twelve years old, very beautiful, wearing a floral skirt, wearing two long braids, and a pink begonia flower obliquely inserted on the sideburns. , The whole body is full of vigor.

Seeing that there was no response from the door, the girl knocked twice again: "New neighbor, are you at home?"

Bai Zihao immediately retracted, and then touched the Daolu seal burned on the collarbone, feeling flustered, a little confused about what to do.

He is a man with a husband. He must abide by the etiquette. Without the company of an attendant, he cannot meet outsiders casually, especially such a cute girl... He was once asked by a girl for help and did something for him, and then the girl sent him off. Embroidered with the mandarin duck purse, Jin Feizhen was very upset when he saw it. He scolded him for shamelessness, sent Qiubo indiscriminately, screamed under the man with a mean and wavy body, and had a face to seduce women...

He was so scolded that he could not lift his head, obediently kneeled down and admitted his mistake.

After such things happened several times, he learned to stay on his own, stay by Jin Feiyu's side obediently, and be a beautiful puppet, without squinting and talking nonsense, so as not to attract bees and butterflies and cause unnecessary trouble... ...

Now, should he open the door or shouldn't he open the door?

Bai Zihao hesitated for a long time.

The girl outside the door knocked for a long time, but when she saw no response, she left.

Bai Zihao breathed a sigh of relief, and then discovered something more difficult. His cultivation has not yet reached the golden core, and he can't completely fasten. He usually takes bigu and Linggu fairy fruits... Now, the gods will naturally not imprison him at this level. To prepare something good, he has to cook himself, but the kitchen is in the yard, and the firewood and food are also in the yard. If he doesn't leave the house, he will be hungry...

After searching the room for a long time, he finally found a box of unknown sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the cabinet. After smelling it, it seemed very fresh.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is beautifully made, dyed colorfully, and carved with exquisite patterns. It looks very appetizing, but the taste is weird and hard to say...

Bai Zihao cried while eating, his tears mixed with the unpalatable sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and it became even more unpalatable...

Outside the window came the sound of reading. It was a school. Five or six children followed the old man with white beard and hair. They read the Tao Te Ching very seriously. Bai Zihao leaned against the window and listened for a long time, and gradually stopped tears.

At dusk, the schoolchildren were out of class, and there was noisy outside the house again. The neighbor's man seemed to be back, and the woman stepped forward to greet him, chattering, and the neighbors were interspersed in the middle. Everyone's voice was very loud, penetrating the wall and directly into the white In Hao's ears, Bai Zihao really had nothing to do. After listening for a while, he probably understood that there were two siblings living next door. The brother and sister-in-law were both taciturn and honest people. The family was quite wealthy, with dozens of acres of land. His brother often went to the city. In business, my sister-in-law was pregnant for seven months, with a gentle personality and rarely went out. My sister is a little girl who came to borrow scissors yesterday. She has a lively personality. She likes the parents of the East, and the West is short. She keeps on twittering, including a few Begonia flowers blooming in the yard, and the golden silk cloth of the embroidery village is very beautiful. His dog gave birth to a baby, and Chen's chicken did not lay an egg...

The ordinary and trivial farm life reminded Bai Zihao of the most carefree childhood.

At night, the cool evening breeze blew across the window, bringing the fragrance of pear blossoms. The frog screamed by the river. Bai Zihao tried to open the window. He saw the sky full of stars. It was more beautiful than any night pearl...

Bai Zihao lay on the windowsill and looked at the stars for a long time, then went out to fix the firewood and the water tank, tidy up the kitchen, and simply made some food. When he was about to go back to the room, he suddenly heard someone calling him from the tree.

He looked back and found that it was the little girl from the house next door sitting on the pear tree, wearing a simple double bun, wearing a five-color embroidered skirt, smilingly holding her cheeks and feet, and waving at him cutely: " Hey--"

Bai Zihao thought for a while, and found himself ridiculous. This is not Jinfeng Villa. There are not so many messy things. The little girl is thin-skinned, and it would be rude to always refuse. What's more, when people are young and innocent, it is because they are not right in their minds and think about things that shouldn't be thought of.

So he plucked up the courage and responded politely.

The girl immediately jumped down from the tree with a smile, and asked familiarly: "My name is Kong Muhua, you can call me Huaer. Beautiful big brother, what is your name?"

Bai Zihao answered his name politely.

Kong Muhua smiled crookedly: "I called you Brother Zihao."

Bai Zihao didn't know how to refuse such enthusiasm.

"We are neighbors, we must help each other," Kong Muhua acquiesced and prayed, "Brother Zihao, can I often play with you? Everyone thinks I have a strange personality, thinks I am pretentious, and jealous of my beauty, they are all Ignore me and bully me. I'm so lonely, Brother Zihao, can you be friends with me? If you have any needs, I can help you..."

When he said that he was disgusted, his expression was very pitiful, as if he would cry when he was rejected.

Bai Zihao could not hold back his pleading, so he agreed.

In the night, Kong Muhua smiled happily, her beautiful skirt wagging and shaking, like a little peacock who wanted to open her tail and spin twice.

Many years later...Bai Zihao was lying on the bed all over, recalling the first encounter this night.

Can't wait to slap yourself twice, why would you feel soft on the cheeky? !

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092

Bai Zihao decided to stay simple and try his best to avoid trouble.

He observed for a few days, ordered firewood, rice, oil and salt from the villagers, delivered the door every seven days, and then closed the door to live his life. During the day, he sat at the window and listened to the school next door. After sitting for the whole day, he went to the well to fetch water at night. , And then go to the kitchen to make some simple meals, without causing any trouble...

It's also funny. He used to think about how to serve Jin Feizhen every day. He was very tired. Now that he is quiet, he is a little unaccustomed to it. He always feels empty, don't know what to do, and a little lonely, when he is lonely. I can't help thinking about a lot of things, and many people cry again when they think about it.

Bai Zihao hasn't been lonely for long. Kong Muhua from the house next door always comes to play with him. Whenever he shows that he is not interested, Kong Muhua can cry aggrievedly. The pear blossoms bring rain, which is extremely pitiful. He couldn't bear the little girl crying and did a lot of strange things inexplicably.

Kong Muhua: "Brother Zihao, there are a lot of weeds in your yard, let's clean up the grapes."

After Bai Zihao refused once, he tried hard to weed the grass, set up a grape rack, and installed a swing under the grape rack.

Kong Muhua: "Brother Zihao, your yard is so big, let's dig a pond so that we can shine a shadow on the water."

After Bai Zihao refused twice, he studied how to dig the pond and planted two red lotus trees in it.

Kong Muhua: "Brother Zihao, I want to embroider a veil of begonia flowers, please draw me a pattern."

Bai Zihao refused three times, and finally found a pen and paper, and drew a lot of sheets in front of the desk for him to choose. He has tried hard to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, but everyone says that he has no talent, too much craftsmanship, lack of vigor in calligraphy, easy to be weak when playing chess, but the art of piano is good and the **** is correct, but there is no emotion in it...

"I didn't paint well," Bai Zihao stopped, looked at the Haitang he drew, and apologized, "I'm not good at doing this. If you don't like it, you will lose it. It's okay..."

He had never done anything that Jin Feizhen would approve of. He was also stupid and always made mistakes. Apart from his beauty and body, he had nothing to tell. With such a lofty status as Jin Feizhen, he lowered his honor to the princes, did not choose those outstanding immortal ladies, but chose a useless man like him to be a Taoist couple, and also solved the seal of acacia, using various precious beauty-preserving medicines to control He should be grateful for his body shape and maintaining his beauty...

"Huh?" Kong Muhua raised his head in surprise, took the paintings, and took a few more glances, not daring to say anything, "You paint very well! Very beautiful, I think it is better than the painting by Master Wu! I want it! Take it back and embroider it well and make a skirt."

Bai Zihao's face blushed because of his praise: "Don't talk nonsense, it will make people laugh. You have never seen the picture of a hundred ghosts drawn by Master Wu. It is an iron-painted silver hook with a shocking pen and pen. It is extremely wonderful..."

Kong Muhua carefully collected the Haitang map, and said with a serious tone: "Of course I have seen Master Wu's paintings. They are all ghosts dancing in ink, black lacquer, and Wu Tuan Tuan. He drew the "Peacock Conquering the Devil". The peacock eyes stare like brass bells, so ugly! If it weren't for him, I'll have to find him...The begonia you painted is beautiful, and I want to embroider it on the skirt. I don't see it every day."

"The Peacock Conquering the Devil" is the pinnacle of Master Wu's work. The original manuscript is missing. There are many imitations and fakes on the market.

Bai Zihao felt that Kong Muhua had never studied calligraphy and painting, and did not understand the secrets. He should have seen bad quality fakes at the calligraphy and painting shops in the city, so he felt that he painted well. However, Kong Muhua's sincere flattery made him very happy. He felt that he painted neatly, suitable for embroidering, and was alone at home. After all, he wanted something to relieve loneliness, so as not to think about it, so he did various paintings in his spare time. All kinds of flowers and birds.

Kong Muhua looked at a picture and exaggerated one, changed his tricks, and almost finished all the good words on the market. Finally, he looked at the crane picture and suddenly aggrieved: "Brother Zihao, why don't you paint a peacock? Don't you like it?"

Bai Zihao explained: "I like peacocks on the screen, colorful, elegant and luxurious, but it is very difficult to paint. If there is no real object, I would not dare to write."

After hearing this, Kong Muhua suddenly became shy, her ears were a little red, and she twisted and said for a long time: "So you like to watch the opening screen?"

Bai Zihao was inexplicable: "Well, I like it."

Kong Muhua thought for a while and suggested with a grin: "There is a Jinghu Lake in Nanshan with beautiful scenery. I have seen peacocks infested. You can go and relax. Maybe you will meet a beautiful peacock and dance to you."

Nanshan is not far away and there are not many people. Now the mountains are full of flowers, you can paint and pick up the scenery, and you can also pick some fruit or mushrooms on the mountain. The monks who built the foundation of the Dzogchen are not afraid of the poisonous snakes and beasts on the mountain. It will not take much time to go back and forth.

Kong Muhua persuaded and persuaded, Bai Zihao thought for two days, and finally moved on, and set off.

Jinghu Lake is a lake in the mountains, calm and waveless, like a bright mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in it, the grass and trees, butterflies chasing, the rabbits have their long ears, and the breath of spring is everywhere.

Bai Zihao looked at such a beautiful scenery, and his mood opened up a lot. He sat on the grass casually, took out pen and paper, and tried to draw egrets and cranes drinking water by the lake. He hesitated in his pen, but he thought that his painting was not good. There will be no criticism, and the brushwork will gradually become free and easy.

Suddenly, both the crane and the egret flew away.

A rare golden peacock fell in the sky. It stood by the mirror lake, facing the reflection, shaking its wings, and then carefully sorted out the golden feathers with colorful streamers, and finally turned around and opened a huge towards Bai Zihao The tail screen slowly turned into the most luxurious palace fan, each marking with a special color, shining brightly in the bright sunshine.

It trembled with its tail screen, stepped briskly, and performed various dances by the lake.

Even in the Jinfeng Villa where rare and exotic animals gather, there has never been such a beautiful peacock.

Bai Zihao carefully held his breath, lest he could scare away the beautiful creature that was bred by the heaven and the earth. He quickly painted the scenery of the peacock dance on paper, one after another. Fortunately, the golden peacock stayed by the lake for a long time. After he finished painting almost, he spread his wings and flew away. .

Such an encounter is as beautiful as a dream.

He returned to the house happily, then calmed down and concentrated on drawing. He learned the fine brushwork, which required a lot of patience. First, he sketched the lines and then rendered them layer by layer with light ink. Each time he finished rendering, he had to dry it. Repeatedly, after about dozens of times, the ink-colored peacock was obtained with distinct layers, and then various colors were rendered layer by layer, and finally the golden line was used to make the finishing touch with the ink.

It took him more than half a year to finally draw a magnificent picture of a peacock. Although there are still many gaps between the paintings of famous artists, it is already the most satisfactory painting he has painted. During the period, Kong Muhua often ran to see and praised it time and time again. His eyes were full of expectation. After the painting was completed, he happily turned around like a peacock.

The works you like should be given to those who appreciate it.

Bai Zihao gave this peacock picture to Kong Muhua as a thank you for this period of time.

Kong Muhua was so happy that he almost ignored the suspicion of men and women, and rushed to hug him.

Bai Zihao hurriedly stopped the abrupt move. He realized that the two of them had walked too close during this period. Although there seemed to be no gossip in the village, he should avoid the other side's thoughts. It's time to tell about his marriage long ago, but... he was really ashamed to tell others that he was not a wife, but the one who married, so he dragged on for a long time, and said vaguely: "I'm actually a monk. There is a Taoist couple and they need to keep their chastity."

Kong Muhua looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "You are a lie, I heard that the monks have the seal of the Taoist couple, you let me see, I will believe you!"

Bai Zihao had no choice but to gently pull down the neckline a little, revealing the dark red three-petal diamond flower mark on the collarbone, and then quickly closed it.

Kong Muhua glanced at it, her face turned cold.

There are several types of Taoist seals in the world of immortality. Normal marriages will choose soul or body seals that both parties cannot eliminate. Only when marrying Taoists with a low status will use this Linghua seal. If Jin Feizhen reconnects with others, and the branded Taoist seal is more advanced, it means that Bai Zihao will become a concubine room.

Bai Zihao knew what the Linghua seal symbolized, but he didn't dare to ask. Jin Feiyu said that it was very difficult for the distracting powers to agree to marry him. Moreover, he likes to be stubborn, shameless, and he will get mad when he is touched by a man. Even if he is treated roughly, he will have desires... If he doesn't marry Jin Feiyu, who can tolerate a spouse with such a low body?

These pains were ashamed to speak, he couldn't tell anyone.

Kong Muhua knew it. He was so angry that he almost erected his tail. He decided to fly back to the top of the immortal at night, go to the torture room to grab the fun of the gods, and then give the scum some more, such as a pot of ants, ant punishment... In addition, complain to the gods, why do you have to play a child? It is inconvenient for him to want to use fox charms and put a green hat on the scum.

Bai Zihao didn't want his emotions to affect others, and said with a smile: "You are still young and don't understand this."

Kong Muhua said angrily: "I am not young anymore." A peacock who has lived for thousands of years.

Bai Zihao continued to sit down and paint, although he was still gentle, but with a slight estrangement.

Kong Muhua walked around for a few times but didn't find a chance to act like a baby. He had to leave obediently, and disappeared for several days. After not knowing what he had done, he returned contentedly, and then gave Bai Zihao a golden peacock tail feather.

Bai Zihao was stunned.

Kong Muhua grinned: "I picked it up before and gave it to you. Thank you for sending me the painting."

Bai Zihao hesitated to not know whether to accept it, but as soon as he showed a little rejection, the other party's tears were about to come down again, and he had to accept it.

Kong Muhua mysteriously exhorted: "It's very precious, you must take good care of it."

Bai Zihao smiled and said, "I will cherish it."

"If you like it, I will give you the whole peacock to sleep, and make a quilt for you with a beautiful tail. It's very comfortable," Kong Muhua suddenly leaned in and spoke softly in his ear, his eyes became mature and his lips were red. It brings out the charm of ecstasy, and the voice is a little coquettish, "He can also show you the dance on the screen every day..."

Bai Zihao's ears were red because of him, and his heartbeat was a little fast, so he hurried back.

Kong Muhua had already sat back, playing with the red string on the braid, his face was innocent and romantic, as if he didn't understand anything.

Bai Zihao rubbed his eyes, feeling that he had made a mistake.

Did he stay in Jinfeng Villa for a long time and was affected by animals?

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093

Mortal villages seldom cultivate aura and cannot practice.

After Bai Zihao painted the peacock picture, he found the joy of painting again. He listened to the sound of reading next door and made pictures at his desk every day. Kong Muhua often ran over to watch him draw, eat his snacks, and coax him to do all kinds of things, which made him jump, but his life became more interesting.

Little girls will grow up, and it is always difficult to run to men's houses.

In order to avoid suspicion, Bai Zihao had to open the gate of the yard when Kong Muhua came and move the painting table to the shade of the trees in the yard.

When villagers passing by saw him painting, they would boast a few words, and often girls and daughters-in-law brought food and asked for embroidered pictures, and he couldn't help it.

Kong Muhua likes to sit on a swing stand and drag him to chat while basking in the sun. For example, the **** at Granny Wang's house doesn't crow because he is broken in love. Two sparrows by the river are betting, whether there is a scarecrow or a farmer standing in the field...

Bai Zihao didn't understand the fun of these things, but when he saw Kong Muhua smiling almost rolling, he couldn't help but laugh.

He thinks Kong Muhua is a weird and cute girl who loves to be pretty. She always wears a mirror wherever she goes, and takes a photo when she has nothing to do. He doesn't care about anything other than dressing and dressing, except for making skirts for herself. Not bad, other things are hard to say. He tried to help Bai Zihao with his work, then burned the kitchen, smashed the laundry club, collapsed the grape rack, and crouched at the mouth of the well while fetching water for most of the hour. Bai Zihao almost thought he was going to throw it into the well and rushed up. Pulled back, moved with affection, understood with reason, and persuaded for a long time.

Kong Muhua was shy: "I just think I am very beautiful in the well water. I want to see more."

Bai Zihao: "..."

Kong Muhua: "Brother Zihao is also very beautiful, so you should look in the mirror more."

Bai Zihao: "..."

He shouldn't worry about this bear kid.

Bai Zihao tried to let Kong Muhua learn some culture, cultivate his sentiment, and be a beauty who is both internal and external. As a result, he directly broke three strings when playing the piano, broke two pens in painting, and wrote ghosts and symbols directly. Reading is about three lines of words. Sleeping, let alone poems and songs, he can't even figure out the simplest allegorical words, and often makes ridiculous mistakes.

Meals are very edible. You can eat a whole pot per meal. The melon seeds knock quickly, and you can knock two catties at a time. I also love to eat locusts. I often catch a lot of them. Let Bai Zihao cook, fry half, roast half, and eat. It was extremely fragrant...Bai Zihao was urged by him to take a bite. Although the taste seemed to be okay,...they couldn't bear it, so let's forget it.

Bai Zihao is a little worried about the future of this bear child...

"It doesn't matter. I am beautiful anyway. No one can look down upon me. If there is, he is blind. We don't care about blind people." Kong Muhua was fascinated by himself and encouraged Bai Zihao in turn, with strange golden sentences frequently:

"Doesn't it prove that I am fragrant by attracting bees and butterflies? There are not a few bees and butterflies who are courteous, and they have no face to say that they are beautiful when they go out.

"How can I have any shortcomings? It's just a little cute hobby."

"Huh? If someone with good conditions looks at me, it's because my charm makes him fascinated. Why should I be inferior?"

"I am so good and I am attracted to you. I think you are good-looking and charming. You should be more confident in your charm."

"That idiot dare to say that a beauty like you is not good? Kick and change to someone sensible!"

"Brother Zihao, I am very sensible."

"..."

Bai Zihao has been tossed by him in various tricks for several years. Not only has he recovered his childhood skills of climbing trees, picking fruits, and fishing for fish, he has also learned to roast insects, catch butterflies, fight vicious dogs, and fight gangsters without a teacher... The number of familiar villagers gradually increased, and from time to time they would follow them to see social operas to help them get down to the fields and grab the crops.

Later, the teacher in the village got old and fired from the school.

Bai Zihao became a new teacher at the request of everyone. The children liked his gentleness and attentiveness, admired his profound knowledge, surrounded him every day and gave him a lot of eggs, vegetables grown at home, and the mountains. The wild flowers... often have girls blushing at him. However, Kong Muhua likes to be jealous the most. He is a good hand at Gongdou Zhaidou, whether it is savage pursuit, implicit pursuit, sadness and pity, gentle and virtuous, coquettish and beloved, sow discord... all are there. Was subdued before the move.

Kong Muhua shook his flowered skirt, full of confidence: "Good things will be grabbed. If a man doesn't even have the courage to face a rival in love, he will pick and choose. It is better to dig a hole and bury it. It's useless to plant waste, Brother Zihao, are you right?"

The paintbrush in Bai Zihao's hand paused. Over the years, he had become accustomed to Kong Muhua's madness and no longer cared about it. However, after listening a lot and thinking about it carefully, some things were not rough, and gradually accepted some points of view. He smiled and asked, "What if you can't grab it?"

Kong Muhua decisively: "If you can't grab it, you will walk with your tail in a dingy manner, and still leave a shame?"

The love wars of their bird races are all like this, but they are not beautiful enough, and their skills are not as good as humans. What does it have to do with the robbed? Even the supreme gods must follow this rule. Males must fight for pets beautifully. They can also rely on strength to fight for beauty. They can kill their rivals, kill their hairs, and reduce the difficulty of fighting for pets. Any method can be used, but Don't bully the person you like and speak bad words about him.

A bad person, why do you like him? If you like it, you should hold it in your palm. Why do you want to spoil it?

Kong Muhua finds it difficult to understand certain human behaviors.

Although the peacock is not a single-minded bird clan, he has a beautiful appearance and is an ancient great monster. He dislikes the behavior of ordinary peacocks to find a spouse at random. He just wants the best one. Unfortunately, he is picky for many years and fails to do so.

On that day, everyone thought that the **** would kill Bai Zihao. While watching the excitement, Kong Muhua saw that he was almost atrocities and his clothes were disheveled and a little pitiful, so he gave him an unnecessary robe to make him walk more decently on Huangquan Road.

Bai Zihaoming knew that he was dying, and thanked him very educatedly.

Kong Muhua suddenly became interested in this person.

Shenjun unexpectedly didn't kill him, and arranged some strange tasks, so he volunteered to come. At first, he just thought it was funny, but the closer he got, the more heart-stirred he saw Bai Zihao's beauty and the gentle temperament, just like the clear stream in the forest. He didn't care much at first, but with With the passage of time, the goodwill will become more and more mellow. In the end, I can't look away and become a habit. I want to stay by my side forever until the world is gone.

No wonder the scum who read all the flowers was also moved by this flower...

Good things should be started as soon as possible. When they return to the top of the immortality, there will be more competitors. Although he is confident in his beauty and strength, there are still a few ruthless characters that are not much worse than him, just in case Bai Zihao Do you like the domineering type of the Dapeng tribe, or the high-cold type of the Bifang tribe?

Kong Muhua is determined to seize the opportunity, pry the corner, and give the scum a green hat.

He patiently adjusted his appearance according to the age of human beings, and then at the age of eighteen, he changed himself back to his original appearance. Huarong, moonlike appearance, delicate waist, Yingsheng Yanyu, exhaled like blue, and also good at various dances, which harem is the enchanting concubine of the monarch. Fortunately, the Peacock tribe is good at illusion, he used illusion to hide it from the villagers' eyes, and turned into an ordinary beauty, which didn't cause a big sensation.

Bai Zihao himself is a beauty, and he is accustomed to seeing all kinds of stunning beauty. His aesthetics are a bit slow, and he didn't realize what was wrong.

Kong Muhua has a variety of sultry methods, changing tricks every day to praise her sweetheart.

Bai Zihao was flushed with enthusiasm. Although he didn't dare to come close, he had some secret joy in his heart. When he was a child, he always thought he liked women. He fantasized about finding a good wife, but before he had time to be tempted by women, Was deceived to sell it in Xiuxianjie. Later, he followed Jin Feizhen and confirmed that his body only had desires for females, he was ashamed of himself, and he didn't dare to be tempted by girls.

He has never had a desire for women, nor has he thought about this aspect...

Now, he feels Kong Muhua's affection, and he is moved, and his body feels. Does this mean... he can still be an ordinary man? It's just that the girl he likes is tall, with a flat chest, long legs, and a cheerful personality. Sometimes she talks like a boy?

Bai Zihao took a cold shower to drive away the unrealistic fantasy in his mind.

He is a man with a male priest and cannot harm others.

Bai Zihao resisted the shame, found an opportunity, and confessed his past to Kong Muhua: "My Taoist companion is a man, I am used to being under a man... Therefore, I can't be near you, we are not suitable..."

Before he finished his words, Kong Muhua kissed him on his face and said happily: "Your Taoist companion has not come back for so long. I am afraid that he will be beaten to death because of the flowers and grass outside. Don't be a widow for him, think about me. ...We try, and then we know that it is appropriate and inappropriate." He is a dignified peacock demon with a strong ambition to win, no matter what.

Shenjun cut the scum thing to feed the dog, he looked at it, scoffed, the size of a human being is not enough...

He is very talented. Although he is inexperienced, this kind of thing relies on male instinct. He must be able to quickly and proficiently. He will serve Bai Zihao happily on the bed, and then defeat all competitors and become a new spouse.

The proud peacock is also full of fascinating self-confidence today.

Seeing that he knew his past, Bai Zihao still pursued it with such enthusiasm, moved and desperate, but he liked more and more in his heart. In order to restrain such feelings, he picked up calligraphy, regained his violin art, devoted himself to learning, and tried his best to concentrate on other things, ignoring Kong Muhua. However, Kong Muhua didn't know what refusal was. There were so many tricks and misbehavings. He would build a ladder without a ladder. He could always find out the reasons why he couldn't refuse and trick him into playing.

Sometimes, I would go outing; sometimes I would have a picnic; sometimes, I would go to the city to watch the lights; sometimes, I would row a boat in the river; sometimes, I would go to Jinghu to find peacocks...

I am happy every day with constant laughter.

Bai Zihao knew that this was wrong, but became addicted. He fell into laughter, obsessed with a happy life, and forgot all his troubles. He even greedily hoped that the ten-year appointment could be longer and time passed. Slower...

However, the more time is hoped to be slower, the faster I feel.

The messenger of the gods finally came.

That day, the door of the Confucian family was closed and Kong Muhua was not at home. Bai Zihao had to reluctantly put the farewell letter together with the golden peacock tail feathers on the painting table. In the letter, he passed his own life experience in shame, ridiculous His feelings, embarrassing marriage, and the future facing him, the unspeakable secrets are all written in detail, and then he is asked to forget himself and find a better happiness again... As for the secret and indecent Feelings, he hesitated for a long time, after all, it was not written on paper...

Bai Zihao followed the divine envoy, stepped onto the ship, and returned to the pinnacle of immortality...

With each step, the heart takes a heavier step.

He found that he hadn't thought about Jin Feizhen for too long, and he couldn't remember his appearance. He only remembered the pain of being tossed on the bed and being humiliated at will. He had tasted the real sweetness and happiness, only to realize that the candy given by Jin Feiyu after waving his whip was so bitter and unpalatable.

The Linghua mark on the collarbone was faintly hot, with indescribable pain.

He has been married to Jin Feizhen, so he has no choice. Jin Feizhen is an arrogant person and will never allow him to leave. If there is a heart of betrayal, he will be treated like the red bird that he has admired. Toys, ruined to death, he is not so strong, unable to bear such pain.

However, a lifetime is really long, he doesn't know how to survive...

...

Bai Zihao walked into the main hall of the Immortal Summit with difficulty, and again crawled in front of the destiny master.

The gods ordered people to send a tray with a beautiful and exquisite dagger on the tray.

The dagger is very sharp, suitable for killing and self-defeating.

Bai Zihao smiled and shed tears. The gods kindly let him taste the sweetness before he died, met that lovely person, and understood what a real heartbeat is, it was enough. Now, he no longer wants to fall into endless pain, death is the best place to belong.

He gratefully kowtows three heads to the gods, and tremblingly picked up the dagger, turned the sharp blade, and aimed it at his heart. The red vine suddenly stretched out, entangled the dagger, stopped the next move, and then slowly pulled the blade away and turned its direction.

Shenjun finally spoke: "I will give you three choices."

Bai Zihao raised his head in astonishment.

"You can choose to spend a lot of time with him in the dungeon."

"You can choose to end your life, and I will let him live and die with you."

"You can also choose to give up the principle, get rid of the shackles in your heart, and live only for yourself..."

The voice of the **** is like the whisper of a devil, directly poured into the deepest part of his heart, blowing away the mist, revealing a black door that he never dared to think of.

Bai Zihao looked at the dagger in his hand as if he saw the key to open the door.

~~~

094

Bai Zihao held the dagger, struggling inwardly.

He left Jinfeng Villa and spent ten years with normal people. Reminiscing about the things he had done, he was ashamed. He couldn't understand why he was caught in a gu, lost the ability to distinguish, and believed in those absurdities. At the request of Jin Feiyu, he served him wholeheartedly, abided by the rules of Jinfeng Villa, satisfies all his evil tastes, learned to indulge his desires, proactively ask for pleasure, and did a lot of sordid things to please him. Pay for their feelings.

Bai Zihao was about to cry stupidly by his past self.

He didn't want to see Jin Feiyu anymore, he didn't want to live a life full of humiliation. However, Jin Feiyu would rather he die than to lift the Linghua Dao seal and let him be free.

Jin Feizhen's superficial skills are very good. Most people in the world of immortality can't see the humiliation and torment he suffers in private. They only see the handsome and golden Yuan Ying monk's love for him in every possible way. Splurge the spirit stone casually, buy whatever you want, and kill all the people who framed him and bullied him, and even blocked the attack of the flame wolf for him. Gifts at the banquet of the **** partner are even more like a magic ship. There are countless rare and precious treasures in the delivery of the magic ship, envy the eyes of the people of the world, and they all say that he is lucky...

No one knows how much he paid for such "lucky".

It would be fine if Jin Feizhen died, but he was still alive, jailed, and his fate was miserable.

Bai Zihao can imagine his reputation after abandoning the Taoist couple, ungrateful and hard-hearted... and he also knows that although Jin Feizhen has a distorted personality and expresses his emotions in a way that makes people disagree, he is really moved. He was injured back then. On the verge of death, Jin Feizhen was crazy, staying with him endlessly...

He was a little bit cruel to kill.

Bai Zihao was stunned, he realized that he was thinking about the third option unconsciously. He was faintly looking forward to Jin Feizhen's death, but he was afraid of gossip, fear of being indifferent, afraid of being a murderer...

He desperately restrained his thoughts with morality, and wanted to consider the second option, but a secret and terrifying reason appeared in his heart, like the devil, tempting him:

"I'm not a bad person, I'm just forced to do it, not really killing people..."

"He won't live long, I'm helping him relieve the pain..."

"When he is dead, I can hide my name and start a happy new life..."

"I still have a lot of paintings that I want to paint but haven't finished painting..."

"..."

The dagger in his hand became tighter and tighter.

Bai Zihao raised his head hesitantly, looked at the god, and asked for help: "I have never killed anyone, I, I don't understand..."

The king asked the Blood King Vine to take out the account book that had been prepared and handed it to his hand, and chuckled softly: "You will understand."

Bai Zihao took the account book inexplicably and found that it was something that was missing.

Back then, he knew that Xie Que had brought the bandits to kill the mother who depended on each other. He was furious and wanted to take revenge.

Jin Feizhen felt unhappy when he saw his tea and rice. He was so depressed and comforted for a long time. He sent someone to take the head of Xie Que to make him happy. Although he found that Xie Que had been killed by Yao Wang Xianzun, he was still moved by this heart...

Jin Feizhi always said that this is the proof of loving him.

Every time he listened to this, he would give up the bottom line and be compliant.

However, why is the account book that is missing in the hands of the gods?

Bai Zihao looked at the Blood King Vine swimming next to him, and then at the phoenix eyes of the gods, his brain exploded.

The king suddenly appeared. Everyone guessed his origin. Although Yue Wuhuan and the king had the same blood king vine, their power was far different and their identities were so different that they could not be connected. Everyone guessed that it was. A certain ancient **** exited...

Now, Yao Wang Xianzun killed Xie Que and got the account book, and then the account book fell into the hands of the gods, Bai Zihao had to think of the relationship between the two...

Yue Wuhuan has a deep-seated hatred of Jinfeng Villa, and those sects that the gods destroyed in the first batch, regardless of righteousness and evil, have more or less people who have come to Jinfeng Villa as a guest, have received kind hospitality, and may have participated in the confrontation. Unhappy...

Bai Zihao remembered the forgiveness of the gods to Brother Matthew again... Brother Matthew was not a good thing, but he did something that everyone took as a joke. After drunk, he scolded the guys who played the more unhappy and said They were too much, shameless beasts, for this they spoiled the interest of the guests and were given a whip.

Everyone, everything, the less joy they remember.

Grace repays gratitude, revenge revenges, there is no evil spirit in the immortal summit.

This is great......

Bai Zihao was very happy. He had had many beautiful dreams. In his dream he was a white bird. He tried to open the cage door, flapping his wings, bravely rushing into the wind and rain, awkwardly chasing the proud red shadow.

When the news of Yue Wuhuan's death and tragedy came, he was very sad. He felt that what he wanted most was broken, and he was even lost for a while. He felt that any resistance was meaningless, so it was better to admit his fate.

However, Yue Wuhuan did not die, and he came back.

The beautiful red bird flies higher and more free...

Bai Zihao found the pillar in his heart again.

He can be strong, don't despair!

Bai Zihao wiped away fragile tears, opened the account book, and looked at it line by line in earnest.

Xie Que wrote the account book in great detail, including each child's name, physical characteristics, and sales price.

Some of them are special orders, which are customized slaves of major customers, with various demanding requirements written on them, including appearance, personality, spiritual roots, cultivation base, etc...

Among them is a special order from Jinfeng Mountain Villa. The customer specified that he wants a boy with a single spirit root, a beautiful appearance, a clean body, no blemishes, a kind and gentle personality, and a well-behaved and weak personality. It is best to have no father or mother, no care, because the customer wants to personally tame a perfect slave who belongs to him physically and mentally.

Bai Zihao widened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the name in the cargo pallet. He finally understood something that he didn't understand before-why Xie Que didn't just kidnap him and sell him, instead he wanted to make a roundabout way to sell him. His mother was killed, and then appeared before him as a savior.

This account book gives the answer.

Bai Zihao watched for a long time, and laughed frantically, out of breath, he was laughing at the stupidest man in the world, laughing at his kindness and cowardice, laughing at his innocence and gentleness, laughing at love and loyalty... these things are in the devil. What's the use in front of me? All is worthless rubbish!

He understood all the meaning of the gods.

Bai Zihao slowly stood up from the ground, straightened his hair, condensed the darkness in his eyes, and showed the softest smile again. He gratefully bowed to the gods and hid the dagger in his sleeve, and then he did not hesitate. The ground followed the demon repairer who led the way to the dungeon of the immortal pinnacle.

...

In the dark dungeon, two bright lamps lit up.

The heavy chains passed through the pipa bones and leg bones and nailed Jin Feizhen tightly to the wall. His handsome appearance was tortured into ugly ugliness, his strong figure became skinny, his hair grayed out, and his body was covered with terror. The scars, rot appeared in many places, but there were precious immortal medicines hanging on their lives, even if they wanted to die, they could not die.

Although the will of the monk is stronger than that of the mortal, such torture has long exceeded the limit of endurance. Jin Feiren's feeling of pain has been numb, and he is groggy every day, looking forward to the arrival of death.

Gentle fingertips glided across his cheeks, and he gathered his messy hair. Someone carefully dipped his veil with some water, moisturized his lips, and slightly awakened his mind.

Jin Feiyu opened his eyes hard and found the person standing in front of him. He couldn't help but smile: "Am I dreaming again?"

"No," Bai Zihao's voice was very soft, with a hint of sympathy, and he fed him some water, "I miss you, so I begged God's grace to come in and see you..."

"How did you ask for it? Forget it, don't talk about it..." Jin Feiyu didn't want to think about this issue anymore. He knew that Bai Zihao was weak and kind, he didn't have much prospects, and he had cultivated for so long to build a foundation. After losing his support, he could let him Those **** demon repairs are satisfied with the body.

Although he was a little uncomfortable, he didn't care about the green hat so much after playing so many slaves. Now that he has nothing, not even a man, Bai Zihao still tries his best to come in and take care of him. Obviously, he has taken him in his heart for many years. This affection moved him very much.

Bai Zihao looked at him, hesitant to talk.

Jin Feiyu softened his expression and asked, "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Bai Zihao smiled and asked, "Did you miss me all these years?"

Jin Feizhi said, "I think about it every day."

Bai Zihao asked cautiously: "Really? I always feel that I am in your heart...not important."

"Important." Jin Feiyu looked at his body greedily, looked at his beauty, wanted to touch, but was restricted by the chain, unable to move, now he is a prisoner, he has already lost the spirit of the year, he knows I couldn't live long enough, fearing that I would never see each other again, so I told a lot of the feelings buried in my heart, wanting to leave the last mark in Bai Zihao's heart, "In the beginning, I only treated you as a beautiful slave, but , You are so beautiful... The more you get along, the more you like it. Later you used a weak body to block the sword for me, almost dying, I understand how important you are in my heart. Therefore, I marry you desperately ."

Bai Zihao touched the Linghuadao seal on the collarbone, and said aggrieved: "You always bully me, I think you don't like..."

Jin Feizhi quickly defended: "If I don't like it, how can I stop Yanlang for you?"

"That's right," Bai Zihao thought for a while, and laughed, "I finally understand that you are a big badass, knowing that I am very good and attractive, so he deliberately bullied me and said bad things about me so that I dare not dare. Leaving you, staying by my side obediently, falling in love with you, belong to you, right?"

Jin Feizhen thought his tone was coquettish, and smiled: "You found it."

Bai Zihao gently grabbed his head and placed it on the edge of his neck, blocking all his vision, and reconfirmed seriously, "Fei Yu...Do you still love me now?"

Jin Feizhen replied sincerely: "Love, the only person I have loved in this world is you."

"Fei Shi," Bai Zihao's eyes gradually darkened, his body trembling slightly with excitement, "I'm really happy."

The sharp dagger finally pierced out of the sleeve and plunged into Jin Feizhen's lower abdomen. Jin Feizhen's eyes widened and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He couldn't believe the Taoist companion who had given his sincere heart to him. He was obedient and obedient, a beautiful young boy who was so kind that he would not even dare to kill a rabbit, he would kill himself by himself.

Bai Zihao drew out the dagger, pushed Jin Feizhen away in disgust, still spurting with blood, splashing all over his body, but his heart was calm.

Killing is not difficult at all.

Although he has never killed anyone before, and he doesn't know how to kill, this does not prevent him from poking and scribbling instinctively, just as Jin Feizhi knows what to say can hurt his heart. Knowing what to say can make the other person's heart the most painful:

"I have never liked you as a scumbag. I met someone I really like."

"I like him so much. I like you ten thousand times. I want to stick to him and marry him every day."

"What kind of man are you? You don't even have that stuff, ugly!"

"He is better-looking than you, more interesting than you, cuter than you, and better than you!"

"He let me know what real happiness is."

"You dare to miss me and love me, it's so ridiculous."

"You don't even have the qualifications to die. Stay in the soul lamp and watch my happy life with others."

"I accompany him every day, do you want to know how we play?"

"..."

The physical torture did not make Jin Feizhen completely succumb. However, Bai Zihao's words broke all the lines of defense in his heart, the baby bird in his palm flew away, the heart of giving was trampled on the ground, and the Taoist companion was happy in the arms of others...

He is an extremely arrogant man, so he can't bear such a shame more than others.

The breath of life is gradually disappearing, and the magic circle arranged in the dark emits a faint brilliance, imprisoning the soul.

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he saw Bai Zihao take the eternal lamp on the wall and burn it fiercely on the diamond flower mark on his shoulder blade with candlelight. The flesh was burnt, and the last trace he left was removed. Then he left the dungeon without looking back.

He will stay in the soul lamp, savor the taste of shame forever.

...

Bai Zihao walked out of the dungeon covered in blood and squinted his eyes. He felt that the sky was blue and the bright sunlight was a bit dazzling.

The figure of Shenjun was not far away, looking at him quietly.

Bai Zihao knelt down again and thanked him. He asked the question that had been buried in his heart for many years: "How can I become as brave as you? Don't be afraid of anything."

Shenjun turned and left: "Use your own feet, stand up."

Bai Zihao was stunned, stood up, and quickly followed in his footsteps.

He no longer needs emotional charity and no longer depends on others' salvation. He will use his best to tear the cage of happiness on his own, strengthen his wings, and then closely follow behind the red shadow.

The birds will always be free.

~~~

095

Shenjun's education method is very rude. He will throw people into danger and fight for their lives. After being injured, he will be dragged back for treatment with only one breath. When the injury is healed, he will continue... Yaowanggu has long been included in the top of the immortal. In the sphere of influence, the world's panacea is included, and good doctors have turned to them one after another, and their treatment skills are extremely high.

Bai Zihao supported it by his will, struggling again and again on the verge of dying, and then, from countless failures, figured out the path of cultivation that suits him best. Later, at the behest of the gods, he established Fengxuelou, firmly controlled the Beizhou boundary, used bounty missions to gather intelligence, and eliminated many underground forces that were about to move for the top of the immortal, as well as some nasty rats. And traitors.

In the long dark period, Bai Zihao was the most ruthless killer under the command of the gods. He must do what he ordered and would never fail. Everyone was afraid of being on his death list.

Kong Muhua was very resentful.

After Bai Zihao was educated by the gods, his mind was full of cultivation and tasks. He felt like a beauty who had been beaten into a cold palace. He had exhausted all the methods of fox charm, and he was lucky once. It was really miserable and miserable.

At that time, Bai Zihao was discovered by Bai Zihao at the summit of the immortal that he was under the command of the gods. When the ancient great demon, he decisively kicked all the responsibility to the gods and apologized for a long time. Although Bai Zihao was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, he was very embarrassed and uncomfortable. Quickly let go of the knot and get back to good.

Bai Zihao tried his best to practice and was often injured. It is not uncommon to have broken hands and feet. It is also common for the gods to drag back half of his life.

Kong Muhua is heartbroken, but understands that he needs strength and supports him to work hard for his goal.

At the beginning, Bai Zihao was clumsy, knows nothing, and often makes mistakes, so he quietly followed by peeking around, disguising himself, giving some vague hints, and guarding him when he was seriously injured and unconscious, or when he was lost. When he was confident, he boasted and slapped his horse, praised him in a series, and encouraged him to move on.

He settled in the injured heart smoothly.

Bai Zihao confessed to him shyly after he became a Nascent Soul by practicing, and wanted to submit to him as a couple.

He swears that he was too excited at the time. He accidentally transformed into a tall male body on the bed. Bai Zihao was a little confused after drinking. He didn't feel that the beauty on his body had changed shape. He was quite cooperative. After being touched a few times, he softened his body. , And also let out a low groan of wanting to refuse.

How can Kong Muhua bear it? Coupled with a strong desire to win, to prove that the monsters have different talents and far better than humans, they desperately went to death.

Bai Zihao was struggling with pain at first, but was suppressed to death by the power of the ancient great demon. Then, when he got used to it, he screamed more and more seductively. While saying no, he was tied tightly. When he was excited, He also took the initiative to say a lot of vulgar words, admitting that he was a hundred times better than his ex-husband in bed.

Kong Muhua played happily all night, eating and drinking, and was extremely satisfied.

The next day, Bai Zihao turned his face when he lifted his pants, saying that he was lying and deceiving, and he was determined to break up.

The conscience of heaven and earth! The peacocks have turned on their screens, and their tail feathers have been given away. Where can they be deceived?

Kong Muhua never reveals a demon body, nor a male body, her appearance and personality are all charming girls.

Bai Zihao is accustomed to treating him as a girl, and he can't turn his mind. He didn't expect that the person he likes is a strange flower who doesn't like menswear and loves red clothes. He forgot about the problem of peacocks opening the screen, and he didn't expect his body to be the same as before. Sensitive and dissolute, after the truth was revealed on the bed, he became angry and refused to have **** with men anymore, let alone sinking into the whirlpool of desire.

He was cultivating the ice and snow road, and his heart was a bit colder than ordinary people, and he gave up his feelings without hesitation, and went to pursue his career intently.

Kong Muhua turned his stomach with anger, crying everywhere about him eating the behavior of a scumbag who didn't admit it. However, there is no way. Bai Zihao can discuss other things, but he is dead in the male and female affairs. He doesn't like it. There is no way to really become a female peacock, so she has to continue chasing and chasing away her rivals, changing tricks and begging for love, and occasionally she will succeed once or twice.

Everyone knows Bai Zihao's admiration for the gods, as long as they are ordered by the gods, they can go up to the sword and down to the sea of ​​fire.

Kong Muhua's fascinating self-confidence will be slightly weaker in front of the gods. Although Shenjun looks cold-hearted and affectionate, his brother Hao is so beautiful and long-lasting, what should I do? He can only be the tragic heroine, crying under the Wutong stage every day.

Now that the gods want to marry the gods, everyone is very happy, but the movements of the gods are too slow, I don't know if they are a little blocked.

Kong Muhua died in a hurry, and wanted to fly over to teach him 108 ways to fight for favor with the gods, help him hack all his rivals to death, then press the **** queen into the sedan chair, and quickly finish the wedding event, and directly carry it to the gods bed. It's a pity that he inquired everywhere and didn't know who the **** queen was, so he could only do it in a hurry.

After hearing his description, Bai Zihao laughed for a long time and was in a good mood: "Congratulations to God for waiting so long, and finally got what he wanted."

Back then, he was very curious about the love between Yaowang Xianzun and Yue Wuhuan. After reading a lot of scripts, he was just as timid as a mouse and didn't dare to inquire. Now that Yaowang Xianzun is out of customs, he also wants to find a chance to see this interesting person and figure out the truth of the story by the way.

The gods are kind to him like a mountain. He feels that the gods have been holding back for many years, and they are about to become volcanoes. Yaowang Xianzun looks like a wooden person who doesn't understand the customs...

Bai Zihao touched his right wrist again, and thought wickedly, should he teach Yao Wang Xianzun the body of Shan Linggen, and how to make the gods happy?

The **** will be happy...

Kong Muhua found out that he knew who the **** queen was, and happily clung to him and acted like a baby, making a fuss about going to find someone.

Bai Zihao noticed that this guy was making trouble, his hands were dishonest, and he touched everywhere, still exuding an aura of desire for joy. He looked at the garbage corpse lying next to him, then looked at the dirty and disgusting cave, and immediately got cold face, picked up the shameless golden peacock, and threw it into the ice and snow.

The monk passed by and saw the beautiful girl being thrown into the snowdrift by the man, sitting on the ground aggrieved, crying, and begging for forgiveness.

As a result, Bai Xianzun's scumbag deeds were added again.

...

Song Qingshi sneezed twice inexplicably.

Brother Zhuji is not easy to get sick. He didn't take it seriously, and happily sorted out the samples. The small porcelain bottles in the mustard bag were not enough. Fortunately, Feng Jun brought a lot of transparent small bottles to relieve his urgent need.

In Song Qingshi's memory, the price of such a bottle is quite rare, and it needs to be ordered heavily to obtain it.

Song Jincheng laughed at him again, saying that this stuff is everywhere and it is not a rare thing. At first, it was used to install experimental materials. Later, everyone found that other materials were also very good, so Tiangongge studied mass production. , And then developed many other transparent utensils, the price is not expensive, the monks can afford it.

Song Qingshi was stunned, and continued to squat down, find the scalpel, dissected the filthy demon that he caught first, and then took out the notebook to make notes.

This kind of monster has no blood and no meridians. The composition of bones is different from that of humans. Some have exoskeletons similar to arthropod insects, and some have no bones. They rely on soft tissues to operate. Most have mouthparts, and a few have faces close to humans. But there was no expression, and it looked terrifying.

This is a mysterious creature that has never been seen before, and it is full of research value. It is simply teasing the sensitive points of scientists.

The more he dissected, the more excited he became, with a smile on his face, the scalpel swiftly swung, and the filthy demon was broken into small pieces, and then handed to Feng Jun to install them in different categories and label them. The remaining wreckage was also reluctant to destroy, and wanted to find a coffin to put it in a mustard bag and transport it away.

The people in the inn looked at Song Qingshi's corpse fragments and gagged. They had never seen such a strange person.

They quietly moved away from Song Qingshi's scalpel...

Song Jincheng watched the seniors and seniors dissect the general teacher, but couldn't hold it, and remonstrated: "This stuff often appears. You don't want to treasure this corpse, it will disappear after a while."

"Disappear?" Song Qingshi was even more excited, "I will guard it and watch it disappear with my own eyes!"

Feng Jun knew his research habit. He thought about his future life. There was no kiss or hug. The two people who had reunited after a long time squatted in front of the coffin, staring at the ugly corpse every day, holding a notebook to record the changes. He liked Song Qing very much and was also very interested in studying this matter with him, but at least he should study it in a suitable place...

Song Qingshi happily took out the spirit stone and asked the innkeeper to buy a coffin.

"Don't worry," Feng Jun finally stopped him and gave a new plan. "There is no research equipment here. Jincheng is still anxious to go to Tianwumen to meet friends. When things are done, you can go to Yaowanggu to find Mr. Yue. Using the research room inside, there are everything there, not only for precise weight measurement, measurement, temperature measurement, but also for freezing, heating, and keeping warm. I heard that there are tools for analyzing the materials of objects..."

Song Qingshi felt that the Valley of the King of Medicine was a place of bliss on earth. He was moved by the research room Feng Jun described, and his heartbeat was a little fast.

Feng Jun continued to seduce: "When the time comes, I will send you a few living filthy demons and put them in a cage for research."

Song Qingshi repeatedly agreed: "Okay."

Feng Jun is his little angel, gentle and caring, he has to quickly figure out the strange things in his memory that he cares about very much, as long as he confirms that these things will not cause any bad influence on Feng Jun.

In this life, in the next life, in the next life, he will not leave Feng Jun.

Suddenly, Song Qingshi felt a slight vibration from the ground, and felt a little uneasy.

He looked around and found that everyone looked as usual and asked in confusion, "Did there an earthquake?"

Opteron shook his head.

Song Jincheng: "No."

Feng Jun smiled and said, "Your illusion."

Song Qingshi scratched his head, feeling that he might have made a mistake. He put aside the topic, followed everyone's wishes, regretfully burned the body, and then went to see the slightly injured patients next to him, but he didn't know why... the patient saw his expression All were a little frightened, as if seeing a murderer. Song Qingshi touched his face, suspecting that he was too fierce and wanted to ask the gentle and beautiful Feng Jun for help.

However, Feng Jun stood beside him in a daze, not paying attention to this side.

Song Qingshi thought for a while, forget it.

...

In the endless abyss, in the heavy seal, An Long slowly opened his eyes.

Song Qingshi left, Yue Wuhuan disappeared, and he lost all love and hatred. Wan Gu Sect was destroyed, Xilin was destroyed, the world wanted, everyone scolded, he had nowhere to go, he had no goal, so he was muddled, and lived casually.

After the filthy demon appeared, the demon in his mind woke up, gave up control, used his heart to guard against weaknesses, input endless evil thoughts, and constantly reformed his body.

Anlong's power is getting stronger and stronger, but he has lost the appearance of a human being, and has gradually changed from a half-devil to a monster, and finally loses his reason, leaving only the desire to kill...

While he still had some human consciousness, he asked Yue Wuhuan, who was reborn as a god, to help him. He sealed himself in the endless abyss, letting his devilish energy distort his body, and finally turned into a black monster composed of huge arthropods and fleshy pieces, a bit like a giant. Dragon, but every part is ugly, with the horror of nightmares.

He was entrenched on the rock wall, exhaling a huge breath, calling the guardian's name: "The more joyless, are you there?"

In the dark, slowly walked out of the man in red with a golden-winged mask, carried the night light, came to him, raised his head, looked at the huge red vertical pupils, and said calmly: "I am."

When the gods sealed Anlong, he left the incarnation of the seal guarding the seal. However, An Long's sane awakened and mad at times. When he was mad, he didn't know anyone, only knew Yue Wuhuan. The gods then passed his most unbearable past, accompanied him, and sealed them in this dark and sunless abyss.

An Long moved his huge body and dragged countless chains to break this desperate darkness:

"Wuhuan, I feel he is back."

"Wuhuan, have you found a way to kill me completely?"

"No joy, hurry up, otherwise it's too late..."

"..."

This time, Yue Wuhuan was silent for a long time before giving him the same answer:

"I will find a way to kill you."

"Do not be afraid."

~~~

096

Song Qingshi left a medical plan and gave the follow-up treatment of the wounded to the hospital in the town. Then he went to the pharmacy to prepare some commonly used medicinal materials, bought a new pill furnace, and prepared to have the opportunity to open the furnace for alchemy. As a doctor, with medicine in hand, I don't panic in my heart.

Feng Jun didn't know where to find a Dharma ship and sent everyone to Tianwumen.

When setting out, the innkeeper took his wife out to see him off, waived all expenses, and prepared various ingredients. The monks and family members of the wounded who had been treated in the town also came, and they smiled and gave Song Qing a lot of thanks.

Song Qingshi declined, leaving only a few baskets of eggs to feed Xiaobai.

Under the guidance of the fairy beast, the ship slowly vacated into the sky. Song Qingshi stood by the window, looking at the town and country, everywhere with smoke, mountains and rivers, the scenery remained the same, but it was slightly different from the memory... He thought for a long time, finally I found that there seemed to be no slaves in this world.

In his memory, most of the mortals were slaves to monks, treated as pigs and dogs, didn't know how to resist, and lived numbly. Nowadays, he sees that many shops and restaurants are run by mortals, there are also many artisans in the workshops, and there are mortal apprentices in the medical pharmacies. Most of them are energetic and full of hope for life.

Once, if a mortal accidentally touched the corner of a monk's clothing, he might be killed. Now, he often sees the monk and the mortal drinking and chatting, and everyone is talking and laughing, and they seem to get along well.

How did all this change?

"It's Mrs. Qingluan. She has developed a lot of cheap drugs." Song Jincheng realized his doubts and once again showed off his ancestors. "After the popularization of drugs, the survival rate of mortals has increased. Mrs. Qingluan recruited mortals in Yaowanggu. Being a doctor, opening medical clinics in various places in the Xiuxian Realm... During that period of darkness, the Xiuxian Realm suffered heavy casualties and severely lacked manpower. Everyone saw that the doctors raised by Yaowanggu were quite good, so they gave a lot of work to mortals. Craftsmen, physicians, farmers...I can't say it, anyway, there are more and more mortals, and everyone is used to it. Some mortals with good spiritual roots have the opportunity to become monks in the world of cultivation. Many people have broken through the golden core. The Bailu Academy in Beizhou is a sect created by mortals. It only accepts mortal disciples and is quite large."

Song Qingshi praised: "Mrs. Qingluan is really an amazing woman."

Song Jincheng proudly: "She just wrote too many medical books and learning materials, which tortured us to death, and everything else was pretty good."

"Qingluan is not that great, she just sorted out your... Master's information, and then simplified it." Feng Jun couldn't help laughing when he saw Song Qing being crooked by the bear kid. "Master left too much stuff. It's too difficult. Qingluan didn't learn everything by herself, so she was far from it. She gave up the rare and difficult medical techniques and pill prescriptions, and focused her learning on common diseases and common treatment techniques, and then summed up a set of common treatments. Teaching materials that everyone can learn to train physicians in large numbers."

Song Qingshi has outstanding talents and is obsessed with medicine. He has obtained the Medicine King's Inheritance, has studied for thousands of years, and has left behind a pile of prescriptions, medical books, and experimental materials, such as bone injuries. He has 84 treatment methods. Qingluan only selected eight of the most commonly used, simplified prescriptions, and then entered the textbooks.

The difference is probably...

Song Qingshi's technique can heal a hundred people, each of them recovers perfectly without any sequelae, but it is expensive and difficult to learn. Only one apprentice of Yue Wuhuan is cultivated.

Qingluan's simplified technique can only cure 90 people, and there is a chance of sequelae, but she can quickly train thousands of doctors all over the world, with low prices, heal hundreds of thousands of millions of the same. patient.

Which of the two methods is better than the worse is not to be debated.

However, Song Qingshi's research is the cornerstone of all this.

Feng Jun leaned on Song Qingshi's shoulder and whispered, "I did everything you told me."

Whether it is to protect Yaowanggu, follow the will of the first teacher, help Qingluan become a good doctor, promote her ideas, or leave tolerance during revenge and not let the world be destroyed, he has tried his best to do it... even the nasty correctness The answer, he took care of it too...

He listened to every sentence.

Song Qingshi thought he was talking about the ship, and held his hand tightly: "Thank you."

Feng Jun looked at the white fingertips exposed under the robe, and asked eagerly, "Can I get a reward?"

Song Qingshi was refreshed: "Hey, I will give you whatever you want."

Feng Jun licked his lips and said ambiguously: "Tonight, I'm coming to you, we are in bed...studying?"

Song Qingshi was even happier: "Okay, I'll stay with you all night. You can study as many books as you want."

...

Song Jincheng hid next to him, feeling that Song Qingshi had been deeply bewildered by Feng Jun, no matter in his eyes or in his voice, it was full of affection...

Alone and widowed "female" appointment to study at night? Although he is a young man, he understands this process. He reads the book about planting first, and he has enough fruit, then he reads the book about agriculture, studying spring plowing, plowing, irrigation and sowing...

Seeing Song Qingshi's beauty, I don't know that he is not a plow, but a field waiting to be plowed, right?

It's so pathetic...

He could understand Song Qingshi's feelings, Feng Jun could not stand up to such a stunning beauty as a man. However... Feng Jun is not a female, but a terrifying demon on the top of the immortal. How strong is the existence that is about to ascend? What other terrifying vines, this land was cultivated in Song Qingshi, I am afraid it will be abandoned?

Seeing a friend in trouble, but not daring to help, what kind of hero?

Song Jincheng hid in the corner, faced the wall, closed his eyes, and ignored...

Song Qingshi and Feng Jun discussed the issue of the filthy demon for a while, and then found Song Jincheng sullenly squatting in the corner to circle, still whispering about the loyalty of his friends, thinking that he was worried about his friends in Tianwumen. So he walked over to comfort him: "Your friend is fine, don't worry too much, I will help you intercede with Mr. Yue when you go back, so that he will be fined lighter."

Song Jincheng turned his head, looked at his sincere and kind eyes, and thought about what happened to him in the future. He felt more sorry for his friend, guilty, and finally cruel. He took out a small porcelain box in the mustard bag and stuffed it into Song Qingshi's hand. , Said gravely: "I bought it for you in the pharmacy, my brother can only help here."

Song Qingshi opened the porcelain box blankly and found that it was creamy and greasy balsam, sweet-scented osmanthus, and anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs were added to it. It didn't feel like ordinary wound medicine. He thought carefully and asked, "Where is this medicine used?"

Song Jincheng patted him on the shoulder and said sadly: "You will give it to Feng Jun then, he will like it."

Although Song Qingshi had never used this kind of medicine, he had a wealth of medical knowledge and studied all types. After thinking about it for a while, he understood. He quietly glanced at the gentle and beautiful Fengjun, feeling that Song Jincheng regarded himself as a womanizer. But it's not easy to justify myself for not being rude.

Feng Jun is already a boyfriend, and the two are dating for the purpose of making a couple. Some things will happen naturally when they are ready.

He has studied medicine for many years and has studied various physiological structures and physiological phenomena. He doesn't know how to talk about sexual discoloration. After thinking about it, he generously put the porcelain box away and told Song Jincheng: "You don't need to buy these for me, I want When you use it, you will deploy it yourself."

Song Jincheng was dumbfounded.

Feng Jun heard everything.

He thought for a moment, pretending not to hear.

...

In the evening, the French ship descended near Tianwumen.

Song Qingshi looked at Song Jincheng and wanted to ask him how to report, but the kid mysteriously led everyone around twice, found a hidden corner, checked that there was no dog hole in the grass, rolled up his sleeves, and started climbing the wall.

His face turned dark, and he stopped and asked: "What are you doing?"

"Ayu's father said that he would fight once when he saw me," Song Jincheng said solemnly, "Don't worry, I have a map of Tianwumen and know where the disciple's room is. When I touch in, find a corner to hide it, and learn three. When the crow screams, Ayu will know that I am here."

Yu Wenyu is a rare genius sword repairman in a century. He became a golden pill at the age of eighteen. Tianwumen regards him as hope and tries his best to cultivate him. He lives up to expectations, abides by the rules, practices diligently, and never has to worry about his elders.

However, after Yaowanggu had been ill for half a year, Song Jincheng took him badly! Not only taught him to jump over the wall to play truant, molested girls, fights and riots, and behaved nonsense, but also took him to drink secretly, ridiculously drunk, and embarrassing scenes... Finally, the sect master of Tianwumen came, and the two of them were lashed together. Yu guarded Song Jincheng and tried to pick up the crime for him, and the two received 30 more lashes for retorting.

Song Qingshi said sincerely, "I want to hit you too."

"Ayu is very poor," Song Jincheng insisted. "His father has put the future of the whole sect on him. Ayu has no childhood and no good friends. He has been cultivating every day since he was three years old, making mistakes. Will get a whip. Obviously he is the same age, old-fashioned speaking, everything must be disciplined, no one wants to approach him. I can't bear his pedagogical problems, tricked him out to play, he said not to do, and then play It's happier than me..."

Xueba is corrupted by learning scum, and he doesn't like learning.

Song Qingshi could understand the mood of the Tianwumen sect master for not allowing Song Jincheng to approach his son. He was very determined in learning Dao, and was seduced by Song Jincheng. He read the script for many days all night. If it were not for serious injury and inconvenience, he might be dragged. Went to the flower house to watch the performance...It was said that there was a grandson of the grandson, who was an excellent pipa, and she walked around the beam for three days, and the listener cried.

He likes music and wants to listen, but he is afraid that Feng Jun will be angry, so he dare not...

Song Qingshi was a little worried. He had no identity and no greeting card, so it was difficult to get in. Even if he entered the door, he wouldn't lie. How could he explain to the Tianwumen sect master why he wanted to see his son? I'm afraid that he will be beaten out when he mentions the word "Song Jincheng".

Feng Jun reminded: "I saw a token in your mustard bag, you try."

Song Qingshi remembered that this token was used to withdraw money. It should be similar to a bank card, right?

He couldn't think of any other way. He tried to knock on the door and showed the doorman the Phoenix token. He didn't expect that the doorman was scared and ran back to report. The red birds flicked in the sky, and within a moment, the master of Tianwumen came to greet them in person, with an extremely respectful attitude, and welcomed them into the main hall. Please sit on the table, and the table filled with spirit tea and fairy fruit.

This seems to be VIP treatment? It's too grand...

Song Qingshi was flattered and asked Feng Jun carefully, "Does he owe me money?"

~~~

097

Feng Jun thought for a while, and laughed in a low voice: "Maybe it is because he owes Mr. Yue money."

Song Qingshi suddenly realized that he was quite at ease.

Tianwumen is a sect of Jianxiu with a long history. The head of the sect is Yuwenyan, and the cultivation base has reached Yuan Ying. He is known for his majestic appearance and upright behavior.

In the dark period, the celebrities teamed up to eradicate the atrocities of the immortal pinnacle. The two sides fought for thousands of years, and they were finally defeated. All the powers above the Nascent Infant fell, and the rest of the sects either descended or fled, and were devastated. Many low-key sects have seized the opportunity to develop, relying on the top of immortality, or attached or surrendered, and gradually grew stronger. Tianwumen is one of them.

Although there are many rules of the Immortal Summit, it is not difficult to follow them. Just get used to it. If someone breaks the rules, commits a murder for treasure, an extermination, slave trade, or bullying of men and women, as long as they are brought to the top of the immortal, the **** will send someone to deal with it.

Gradually, the monks who did a lot of evil were dead, and the monks who followed the rules increased. Since it is difficult to get crooked and opportunistic, talent, hard work and luck have become more important...

Nowadays, the emissaries of the gods come to Tianwumen with the Phoenix token, representing the gods in person, and catastrophe is imminent. Usually, someone in the sect has committed a very serious crime. The gods will bring their souls back and be sentenced to immortality.

Yuwenyan beat the drum in his heart. The two distracting ancestors of his family were both practicing in retreat, and the elders did not go out. Could it be that some unconscious disciple broke the rules? Although you can not be implicated as long as you ask the guilty well and you hand over the culprit, if this matter spreads out, the thousand-year reputation of Tianwumen will be destroyed in one fell swoop...

Fortunately, the messenger of the gods also brought good news, saying that the messenger traveled in a micro service and did not want his identity to be publicized, as long as he cooperated.

Yu Wenyan calmed down. When he looked at Song Qing, who was tender-looking, and looked at Feng Jun, who was immortal and beautiful next to him, although the two of them only had the foundation and cultivation skills, he was even more disturbed—the gods were incarnate in the world, even They would also pretend to be mortals, the foundation-building cultivators could not get the phoenix tokens of the gods, plus the divine bird's message, indicating that one of the two must be the incarnations of the gods who came to the Weifu.

Song Qingshi saw that the middle-aged monk's face was getting more and more ugly, and he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't help Mr. Yue to forgive the other party's debt. He comforted: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to find someone."

Hearing the expected answer, Yu Wenyan closed his eyes, took a long breath, and resolutely said, "Speak, I'll bring him."

Before he came, he had discussed with the elders, no matter which evil animal had committed the crime, Tianwumen would immediately hand it over, deal with it by capital punishment, and maintain its reputation.

Song Qingshi felt that he was very talkative, and said frankly: "I'm looking for Yu Wenyu."

"What?" Yu Wenyan couldn't believe his ears, and asked his name again. When he answered affirmatively, five thunderstorms struck him, and he could no longer stand on his feet. He slumped on the master chair, panting, unable to speak for a long time. Come. Yu Wenyu is not only his only son, but also a rare thunder system Shan Linggen, a genius in swordsmanship, excellent meridians, and a firm heart.

The entire Tianwu Sect had great expectations for him, hoping that he would become the third distracting ancestor of the Tianwu Sect, and even go further, become a powerful person who can be combined or out of the body. If there are enough opportunities, the future may be there. Brighter, now...

When Song Qingshi saw him like this, he thought he had a heart attack and was a little panicked, so he hurriedly searched for a heart-protection pill in a mustard bag.

Yuwenyan returned to her anger, tears streaming down: "My son is not talented, but the young man is not talented, but he adheres to the constitution and has an honest personality. How can he behave badly?"

Song Qingshi tried to understand the meaning of his words: "You mean...your son has done a bad thing and was punished, so there is no time to reply to Jincheng?"

The two looked at each other and were silent for a long time, both of them felt that something was wrong.

Feng Jun couldn't stand it anymore, and knocked on the table: "Yu Wenyu has done nothing wrong, but a friend wants to see him, so please look at the doormaster for your convenience."

In recent years, Phoenix tokens have rarely appeared in the world of immortality, causing this big misunderstanding.

Yu Wenyan didn't understand why the other party had to spend so much time to see his son, but he dared not ask carefully. He stood up from the chair with a red face and said to everyone if it was right. Suddenly, he remembered the name that the envoy had just mentioned... What is Jincheng? He was startled, and slowly looked behind the two of them, and found that there was still standing a guy hiding his head and covering his tail, evasive, wishing to shove his head into the ground.

Who else is such a nasty person?

Yuwenyan said angrily: "Song Jincheng? Do you dare to come here?"

Song Jincheng had nowhere to hide, he shrank his head and bowed in a salute: "Hello, uncle."

"Who is your uncle?" Yuwenyan wanted to beat the shameless little **** and let him stay away from his son, but thought that he was following the divine envoy to enter the door, the relationship seemed good, so he had to put down his anger and be kind He explained, "Yu'er went to the Yuanming mystery a while ago, made a mistake, was injured by the evil beast, fell into the river valley, and got a chance. He found the sword of Sword Master Mo Yuan and returned He found the magic weapon left by Sword Master Mo Yuan. There was a strange formation on the magic weapon. He shut himself in the room and studied it repeatedly for more than two months, but didn't understand what it was..."

Song Jincheng immediately understood, and said angrily: "What's wrong with Ayu? He is injured, are you still in confinement?"

Yu Wenyan looked at this alive and well-looking bunny with a vacillating expression, and he said with a sigh of relief: "A while ago, you wrote to you and cried that you have encountered life and death difficulties. He will die soon and want to go to Rongguifang to eat buns with him. , Ask him to help you. As a result, he ran away while he was going to the secret realm with his elders to practice. He wanted to see you in the Medicine King Valley. He encountered an evil beast on the way. Fortunately, he was a blessing in disguise..."

"Jincheng had been seriously ill?" Song Qingshi was shocked. He followed Song Jincheng all the way, but he didn't find anything wrong with the other party's body. Could it be that his medical skills have regressed?

Feng Jun guessed about what was going on, with an unhappy expression: "Tell me honestly."

Song Jincheng was terrified, and said everything like a bamboo basket pouring beans: "My father said that I failed the exam again, so he shot me to death with a stick. I couldn't carry in the book after half a month. If you can't get past this hurdle, you must be beaten. Rong Guifang is in Jinshan City near Tianwumen. I, I wanted to run away from home to find him, and wait for my father to calm down before going back... Wait, I have explained at the end of the letter, Tell him to come out of the Yuanming Secret Realm, don't run around, and wait for me to signal at home obediently..."

Yu Wenyan's face became even more ugly: "I burned half of that letter."

Song Jincheng's letter was nothing good. It either encouraged Yu Wenyu to be lazy and playful, or instigated Yu Wenyu to talk back to his elders... He was furious with the future of Tianwumen. However, the two of them concealed their elders and changed their pseudonyms. Communication is hard to guard against, he can only catch it once and burn it once.

That day, he saw Yu Wenyu not practicing swords, hiding in the corner sneakingly reading the letter, knowing that it was Song Jincheng's, and couldn't restrain his anger, so he snatched it and burned it. As a result, Yu Wenyu only looked at the upper part. He was a serious person who didn't know how to joke. So he thought that Song Jincheng really had an accident. Taking advantage of his experience, he secretly left the team and wanted to meet his friends for the last time. On the way, he ran into evil beasts. After nine deaths, he fell into a river valley with several broken bones and serious internal injuries.

The future of Tianwumen almost collapsed.

Yu Wenyan interrogated his son's reason for leaving the team, furious, put him in confinement, and asked him to study Mo Yuan Jianzun's magical tools while healed and reflect. If he couldn't find it out, he was not allowed to go out.

It took a long time for Yuwenyu to stop.

Yu Wenyan looked at Song Jincheng, pressed the hilt several times, and forcibly drew the sword and hacked the heart of the culprit to death.

Song Jincheng shrank his head and hid behind Song Qingshi. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not safe enough, so he hid behind the white dragon and shrank into a ball, trying to make sense and reduce the risk: "Uncle, we both are wrong. Brother Qingshi, you can be fair to me."

Song Qingshi was very entangled. He was serious and couldn't bear the fact that Yaowanggu had such an inexperienced fellow. He also tried to lead other people's academic masters to study hard, but the friendship between the two was sincere... He thought for a long time. Proposed a compromise plan: "The Yuwen sect master, it is better to let Jincheng see Yuwenyu and understand the misunderstanding. Then I took him back to Yaowanggu, and gave him to the elders, strictly controlled, studied hard, and made him an excellent doctor. ."

The stupid bird flies first, and diligence can make up for it.

At that time, he and Mr. Yue stared at Song Jincheng, and made test papers for him every day. If you don't believe it, you can't cultivate a student!

After both of them become learning masters who love to learn, they can be friends.

Feng Jun nodded: "Good proposal."

Song Jincheng's face turned pale, gritted his teeth and admitted.

Yu Wenyan knew that there was something wrong with the matter himself, and his grievances calmed down, so he took the three of them to see Yu Wenyu.

Yu Wenyu is a handsome boy. He has been recovering for many days and worried about the life and death of his friends. Now he has lost weight. His face is pale and haggard. He is sitting on a soft couch, wearing a black fox fur, his face is pale and tossing his hands. Magic weapon inside. This magic weapon is a thick dark golden ring. The material is like gold and iron. It is engraved with complex formations and almost lost ancient characters. It can just pass through a hand in the middle, but unlike jewelry, it will emit crisp when shaken. the sound of.

He was sure that this magical weapon belonged to Sword Master Mo Yuan, and had a very clever formation. However, after studying for a long time and trying various methods such as dripping blood to recognize the master, he didn't even know what weapon it was.

Song Qingshi felt the ringing sound familiar. He walked in and glanced at Yu Wenyu. He was shocked. He grabbed Feng Jun tightly, froze on the spot, rubbed his eyes, and asked quietly, "You see in him." What's up?"

Feng Jun looked at it carefully for a long while before questioning: "Is your complexion not so good?"

After Song Qingshi listened to Feng Jun's words, the whole person was even worse.

He saw Yu Wenyu's golden luck soaring to the sky, like a luminous sign, and he was almost blind. This thing seems to be invisible to others, and it feels like the system teacher is afraid that the stupid student will recognize the wrong person. The word "protagonist" was marked on Yu Wenyu's head, and he slammed into his sea of ​​knowledge, even if he wanted to ignore it, he couldn't ignore it.

Song Qingshi recalled his mission in an aggrieved manner.

He was certain that his task was to destroy the most evil villain in the world of immortality, and he didn't know who the immortal peak was...

Yu Wenyu has nothing to do with Pinnacle of Immortality, nor is it a villain, probably someone else's task?

Song Qingshi thought about it for a long time.

He suddenly remembered that the system teacher had exploded and no one had collected homework. Why did he bother about the task? As for other people's tasks, leave it to others to worry about. He still has a lot of filthy demons to study. Feng Jun is a super smart learner of God. There is nothing happier than studying with him. Together, two people will be able to work together. Solve this interesting puzzle of the Defiled Demon.

The quest object of the immortal summit, wait until he has solved the puzzle, and have a chance to encounter it.

Song Qingshi thought carefully, made a choice, and then left the task behind and became happy again.

Feng Jun carefully observed the changes in his expression, thoughtfully.

~~~

098

Question: Do you think a friend who is seriously ill and dying suddenly appears ruddy in front of you. What is your mood?

Yu Wenyu was sluggish, and he hesitated for a long time: "Are you fat?"

"Not fat," Song Jincheng resolutely denied. He stayed with the big devil every day, worried about the life and virginity of his friends, but also served the devil snake, his heart was tired or not, "I have been stressed recently. It will be fine soon."

Yu Wenyu thought for a while and agreed: "I was wrong."

The two were silent for a long time.

Song Jincheng was the first to react, apologizing desperately, and swearing to God that it was not intentional, except to knock two heads on his hapless friend: "Please don't be angry."

Yu Wenyu was stunned for a while, and then asked, "Isn't it a good thing that you are okay? Why should I be angry?"

Who would wish that something happened to his friend? Finding it is a misunderstanding is naturally a happy event.

Song Jincheng thought about it, and felt that he was making a lot of sense and couldn't refute it.

The two of them solved the problem completely, Song Jincheng's heart was like the sea, never pretending to be anything. He confirmed that his friend was not angry, and his friend's father saw that Song Qingshi's face would not hit him, so he forgot to be afraid, picked up the circular instrument in Yu Wenyu's hand, shook it, listened to the ringtone, and smiled: "I I always feel like I've seen this kind of thing somewhere."

Song Qingshi finally adapted to Yu Wenyu's luck, ignored these things that had nothing to do with him, and then focused his attention on the magic weapon in Song Jincheng's hands, and said in surprise: "Isn't this a tiger support?"

Everyone focused their attention on him.

"This is a bell for You Medical. I put it on my body when collecting medicine to frighten the beast and express his identity." Song Qingshi found that Song Jincheng was also confused, and felt a little suffocated. "When You Medical walks in the countryside, he will shake this bell. , Remind everyone to come to see a doctor."

Song Jincheng suddenly realized: "That's how it is."

Song Qingshi couldn't believe it: "Although Huzha has long been used by no one, you are a disciple of Yaowanggu...how much should you understand the history of these medical tools? I remember it is written in many medical books, is it all gone now? ?"

"Yes," Feng Jun said with a gentle smile, "he has no learning and skill, and his reputation as a bad medicine king makes his master unhappy. It really shouldn't be, he needs to be taught carefully."

Song Jincheng shuddered and touched the top of his head, feeling worried about the hairline.

Everyone became more and more puzzled that Mo Yuan was a sword repairer, so why did he use a medical repair tool? Nowadays, the world of Xiuxian prohibits killing and stealing treasures, and Tianwumen has no taboo in front of the emissaries of the gods, so he generously handed the tiger support to Song Qingshi and asked him to study what it was.

In order to study the prescriptions left by the ancient great power, Song Qingshi had a deep knowledge of ancient literature.

He glanced at the text above, smiled, and explained: "This is not a killing magic weapon, it is a puzzle left by Sword Master Mo Yuan. He said that he spent his entire life on this problem, trying his best, until he was crazy. He has no solution. When he is awake occasionally, he made this illusion with the things around him, and sealed a ray of his spiritual thoughts in it, hoping that future generations will find the answer for him."

Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan named this formation "unsolvable", indicating that there is no danger in breaking the formation, and you can enter above the foundation. Even if you fail to solve the problem, you can get rewards and get a unique trick from his spiritual mind. Swordsmanship or a rare prescription, if the problem is solved successfully, he can get his inheritance.

Feng Jun studied the magic circle above and confirmed that what Mo Yuan Jianzun said was true.

The method of opening the magic weapon is to use two different fires to burn at the same time, and the formation will automatically operate, bringing everyone around into the illusion.

Tianwumen is a school of swordsmanship, and all of them love swords like fascination. They are extremely eager for the swordsmanship of Sword Master Mo Yuan. Almost all the disciples want to try their luck. Yuwenyan wants to send someone to find strange fires, but strange fires are difficult. Searching are treasures of various martial sects, and for a while, I am afraid that there will be no results.

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand to make Red Lotus Profound Fire and Underworld You Huo appear in his palm at the same time. Questioning is his hobby. The harder the question, the more he likes it. Now when he encounters such an interesting problem, he scratched his heart and wanted to do it, so he relied on his own strange fire to apply to Tianwumen for cooperation: "Everyone Solving the problem, the swordsmanship belongs to you, and the prescription belongs to me."

He is not a sword repairer, and there is no competitive relationship between the two sides.

Anyway, Song Qingshi was an immortal man, and he was not afraid that he would fall back on his account. Even if he had to fall back on his account, Tianwumen could not help.

Feng Jun also expressed interest in the puzzle of Mo Yuan Jianzun.

After Yuwen Yan thought for a moment, he agreed to cooperate.

Song Jincheng was making a fuss about joining, and wanted to take a prescription to offer to Mr. Yue in order to reduce his sentence. In the end, except for Opteron who was not interested in this matter, and took the initiative to stay to watch the door for everyone, everyone wanted to try their luck in this failure and prize formation, and get some benefits.

There is no limit to the number of people in the formation.

Tianwumen decided to do it as a collective activity. Everyone will try their luck. Maybe someone has a deep blessing, or a stupid person has a stupid blessing. If you make a mistake and solve the puzzle, even if you fail, you will do more. Swordsmanship is also a good thing. Yu Wenyan went to a meeting with the elders, gathered all the disciples, made preparations, and agreed with Song Qingshi a time to enter the formation, ready to collectively do the questions.

Song Qingshi once again found the feeling of going to the examination room, it was so beautiful.

...

At night, he dragged Feng Jun to study enthusiastically. The two lay on the bed and reviewed the information of Jianzun Mo Yuan. Feng Jun suddenly reached out his hand while he was taking notes with charcoal. He rubbed his lower abdomen lightly, then leaned to his ear and asked: "Let me see inside, okay?"

"Okay," Song Qing understood in seconds. He immediately lay down, softened his body, dissipated the defensive spirit, removed the abnormal fire in his body, and opened his dantian and meridians to the other party without reservation, and said generously, "You can Casual look."

The monk exposed his dantian in this way, representing absolute trust and willingness to hand his life to the opponent.

When Feng Jun used the incarnation of Mr. Yue, he checked his body while Song Qingshi was in a coma, and found that his dantian and meridians had many minor injuries, which should have been affected by the self-destructing Yuan Ying, he thought to himself Further investigation, but was blocked by the abnormal fire, did not dare to enter, and wanted to wait for Song Qingshi to recuperate his body before doing this, now he wants to enter the battle to solve the mystery... Although the formation seems to be not dangerous, but he is always worried, see him The body is almost recovered and can barely bear it, so I decided to deal with these injuries in advance.

He slowly probed into the dantian with his spiritual thoughts, and then used his spiritual power to carefully explore each meridian, and he encountered a lot of obstacles.

Other people's spiritual power and one's own spiritual power flow in the meridians. There are two feelings, especially sour and refreshing, like an ant crawling.

Song Qingshi was extremely uncomfortable, and couldn't help twisting his body, begging: "Is it all right?"

"Hold it, don't move," Feng Jun looked at the scarred Dantian with heartache and anxiety. He was ticklish when he saw Song Qing, and his movements became more and more dishonest. He had a tendency to escape, so he let the bleeding Wang Teng directly, tightly. He tightly wrapped his hands, feet and waist, confined to the bed, forbidden to struggle, then quickly combed the meridians once, and said in his mouth, "Good, it doesn't hurt."

He didn't intend to let him refuse, so he directly took out the whole set of golden needles, and took out several kinds of pills that had been prepared long ago.

When Song Qing looked at the medicine, he was panicked. The Zifu Pill, the Golden Lotus Profound Fire Pill, the Meridian Reconstruction Pill... all are rare top-grade pill. The common point is the quick repair of the dantian and meridian, and... it hurts and uncomfortable... ...

Although he knows how to make these medicines, he has no medicinal resources. He originally planned to spend a few years to gradually repair his dantian and meridians. He never thought that Fengjun would have prepared the equipment and medicines long ago. .

Song Qingshi calmed down and was suddenly a little shy. He had long guessed that Feng Jun's cultivation base was not building foundations, and might be much higher than himself. Now Feng Jun is willing to give him spiritual power to strengthen his meridians and help him cultivate, which is a good thing. . This method has excellent results and quick results. It has high technical requirements for the doctor, and has some damage to Fengjun's cultivation. Even if it is a boyfriend, he is not embarrassed to let him do this kind of thing...

However, he knew Feng Jun was right, and the sooner the dantian and meridians were repaired, the better, and should not be hypocritical.

Feng Jun comforted: "You relax, don't be afraid, and leave everything to me."

Song Qingshi nodded firmly: "Okay."

He gave up the struggle and still took off his clothes with the blood king vine, exposing all his skin.

Feng Jun didn't have any thoughts. He used his mind to confirm the blockage of the meridians, and then quickly dropped the needle. According to the unique needle technique that Song Qingshi had studied before, he underwent a slight local anesthesia to relieve the pain. He has prepared these things for many years, has practiced many times, and is very proficient.

Song Qingshi took a look at his acupuncture technique and knew that he was a master, and finally calmed down.

Feng Jun pierced him with eighty-nine gold needles. After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, so he imprisoned the person again with the Blood King Vine, and then asked him to take the pill. The first was to restore the dantian's Zifu Dan, Dan. After the medicine dissolves, it brings a warm and comfortable feeling, and then it gets hotter and hotter.

The Peak of Immortality has collected countless secret techniques of immortality over the years. Feng Jun has studied several techniques to safely transmit spiritual power. When he saw Song Qing no longer resisted, he closed his eyes when he was comfortable, and seized the opportunity to transfer a large amount of spiritual power The force is poured into the dantian to maximize the efficacy of the medicine, not only repairs every wound, but also directly expands the spiritual power in his dantian to the completion of the foundation, and then continues to operate, soothe, and stabilize.

Song Qingshi felt a raging fire ignited in the entire dantian, and he was almost bursting with Fengjun's spiritual power. He finally realized that the other party did not want to use a small amount of spiritual power to repair himself, but wanted to directly form a golden pill. He was painful and painful again. Anxious, struggling to shout: "Don't! It's broken! You stop! Don't do this!"

Feng Jun answered him coldly: "Endure."

The realm of Xiuxian is full of crises, and the cultivation base is very important.

Song Qingshi endured bitterly, tears were about to come out, and finally got used to the swelling feeling of the dantian, his mind was blank, and the whole person was not good, and Fengjun was forcibly pried open his teeth and fed Jinlian Xuanhuo Dan and Meridian Reconstruction Pill...

Feng Jun gave him a mouthful of spiritual tea with his mouth, dissolved the medicine, and comforted again: "It doesn't hurt."

The anesthesia on the gold needle did eliminate the pain, but there was still an extremely terrible itching...

Feng Jun himself tried this medicine several times, and it didn't feel too difficult.

But Song Qingshi's body is extremely sensitive, he can bear the pain, but he can't bear the itch. He was tortured by the drug and his tears came out. Laughing is not crying. He can only twist his waist frantically and want to reach out to scratch, but he can't get away. Under the control of the Blood King Vine, he cried for a long time. After all, he reached the limit, lost his reason, and kept begging for mercy: "Please, let me go, do it next time, I can't do it, I really can't..."

Feng Jun saw how painful he was, and regretted it, but wanted to pour his spiritual power into him and help him produce a perfect golden pill. These sufferings would have to be experienced sooner or later. The long pain is not as good as the short pain... and the bow has not looked back. Arrow, the medicinal effect has already occurred, it can't stop, it's better to get it right all at once. He held Song Qingshi while combing through his meridians with his spiritual power while constantly apologizing softly: "I'm sorry, it will be all right soon, you can beat me and scold me afterwards..."

Song Qingshi used some of his remaining rationality and whispered, "No."

Feng Jun kissed his lips, cruelly, and entered spiritual power again.

Song Qingshi cried again.

...

Song Jincheng and Yu Wenyu walked and chatted in the yard.

Yu Wenyu heard a faint cry from the guest room, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter?"

Song Jincheng listened carefully and confirmed that it was Song Qingshi's voice. He understood that the tragedy was underway. He sighed and forcibly pulled away the simple face of Yu Wenyu: "They are studying hard, don't worry, don't ask, close your eyes. , Let's assume that this has never happened..."

He believed that with the help of drugs, his brothers could survive through it strongly.

~~~

099

Song Qingshi's face was full of tears, and his voice became mute when he cried. The uncomfortable feeling finally faded, but the matter is not over yet, and he needs to face it firmly and do everything he needs to do. Feng Jun asked him for water, cleaned his body, rested for a while, then took him to the remote field, put up various shielding formations, let him take the medicine again, and began a new toss ruthlessly until the golden core was formed. .

The dark clouds are overwhelming, and the thunder is coming.

Feng Jun was afraid that the law of heaven would not abide by the rules, so he took all precautions and guarded him.

Fortunately, the difficulty of crossing the robbery this time was normal, and no accidents happened.

Song Qingshi took the medicine to temporarily restore his physical strength, forcibly cheered up, concentrated his attention, and skillfully operated the double fire in his body, carrying countless magical instruments and spells, and successfully passed the test of heaven and earth. In the end, the dark clouds dissipated, and his body and Jin Dan became more perfect in the tempering of thunder and lightning.

It's finally over.

Song Qingshi was lying on the ground, feeling that his whole body was hollowed out, tired and painful, and could not even move a finger. Feng Jun came over, asked a lot of questions and said a lot of gentle words, but he couldn't hear him at all. He had no time to say "thank you" to Feng Jun gratefully, and then fainted.

Feng Jun hugged him into his arms, checked that the golden core was okay, and finally relieved. He gently kissed the messy broken hair of the person in his arms. He wanted to let go but was reluctant to bear this clean breath of longing for a long time. This is his entanglement in his heart, as if poisoned by addiction:

"No thanks."

"Your original, I will find it for you; I will give you everything you want..."

"Body, heart, life, soul, everything I have can give you..."

"Let me be your only answer..."

...

The next day, Song Qingshi was sore all over, didn't want to get up, put on a robe, and lay on the chaise couch to study prescriptions. Feng Jun was preparing a pill furnace and alchemy workshop for him. He planned to use the resources at hand to refine a batch of basic pill. Tianwumen knew that he was good at alchemy and happily provided many medicinal materials, hoping to get some of the finished products.

Song Jincheng came to visit with Rong Guifang's buns, and found that his voice was hoarse and exhausted, he showed a look of guilt for some reason, he wanted to stop talking for a long time, and asked carefully: "You suffered a serious crime last night?"

Song Qingshi remembered his uncomfortable feeling last night. He was uncomfortable, as if ants were still crawling. He moved his body with difficulty, not wanting to talk about this topic: "Well, it's all over."

Song Jincheng's eyes were red: "Have you taken medicine?"

Song Qingshi answered honestly: "It's used."

"That's good," Song Jincheng saw that although he had endured the pain, his body seemed to be okay, his will was strong, he had no thoughts of suicide, and he did not intend to blame himself. He finally relieved his heart and comforted him indiscriminately. You have to relax, there is no obstacle in the world."

He also wanted to say a few more inspiring words. Seeing Feng Jun's figure from a distance, he immediately looked like a mouse that saw a cat, and slipped away with his tail pinched.

Song Qingshi was inexplicable and felt that the child was even stupid.

Feng Jun had prepared several pill furnaces, so he didn't think about the fool, got up happily, and took Feng Jun to go to alchemy together. He found that Feng Jun's alchemy techniques were also very good, and he could cooperate with him in tacit understanding. I was so happy that I was about to cry. I don't know how I could meet such a good beauty and learn God, probably because I have accumulated a lot of blessings in my life.

He would definitely listen to Feng Jun obediently and be a boyfriend of twenty-four filial piety.

Although he is not as good as Feng Jun, he is not as beautiful as Feng Jun, and it seems that he is not rich in Feng Jun? But he will practice hard, buy a big house, buy a luxury boat, then buy a ring to propose, and hold a ceremony for the marriage partner. You can't save every step, and you can't let others make fun of Feng Jun and find a man with a fruitless soft meal.

Song Qing stubbornly planned the future while refining alchemy.

...

After busying for several days, Tianwumen finally arranged the matter of entering the battlefield and solving the puzzle. The distracted ancestor set up a large defensive formation, and then hundreds of disciples gathered on the martial arts field, sitting properly and silently. Feng Jun quietly summoned his red bird incarnation and stayed nearby, being vigilant around him.

Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan's puzzle array is not dangerous. You can give up answering questions at any time, choose to fail, and withdraw from the array.

Everyone has only one chance to enter the battle and solve the problem, and they can't come back after they quit.

After Yu Wenyan explained the white rules to everyone, Song Qingshi let two kinds of different fires appear in his palms, and then slowly condensed into red and black lotus flowers. This is his natal magic weapon condensed after forming the golden core, just like the body. Instinct appeared naturally.

This is probably part of his lost memory.

As Song Qingshi thought, he grabbed the tiger support and used alchemy techniques to evenly distribute the two kinds of different fires on the copper ring. The iron lotus seeds inside the copper ring moved, making a crisp and sweet sound, and the sound became more and more. Anxious, getting faster and faster, and then the above formations lit up one by one, emitting a magnificent golden red halo, which gradually spread like mist, covering the entire martial arts field.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and the surroundings became quiet.

Song Qingshi's sanity became trance. He waited for a long time. When the fog dispersed and the surroundings became clear, he was surprised to find that his body size had become smaller, as if... when he was twelve or thirteen years old, his cultivation level had also fallen. When I first practiced Qi, but it was worse than then. I didn't practice cold jade exercises. I practiced the **** exercises that can be seen everywhere. Fortunately, I was young and had only a small flame left in my body. Light a fire in the kitchen, barely able to suppress it with spiritual power. There was no mustard bag, no spirit stone or any valuables, only a few golden needles and a few simple herbs in his pocket.

The passing monks cast disgusting glances at him, and a kind nun also threw a piece of silver to him.

Song Qingshi looked at his tattered clothes and the mud made by digging medicine between his nails. He thought about it for a long time, suspecting that the other party regarded himself as a beggar. He picked up the silver and wanted to chase it back to the female cultivator, but found out I couldn't speak, I could only make a simple babble.

The kind-hearted nun's eyes became more pitiful, and she gave him two more silvers and asked him to eat something good.

Song Qingshi was holding silver, even more melancholy.

At this moment, a very temperamental man's voice came in his mind. The way he spoke was a bit like Feng Jun, but it was lower, with an indescribable sadness: "Excuse me, are you willing to save me?"

When Song Qingshi heard the question, he immediately became energetic. He quickly replied, "Yes!"

He is a doctor, what is his best at saving people!

The voice in his mind disappeared. After a long time, the task appeared in Song Qingshi's sea of ​​consciousness:

The storybook "Nie Hai Floating Flower Record" is about a beautiful young man named Qu Yurong, who was originally a proud little son of a famous composer in the fairy world. The good times didn't last long, Qu Jia encountered the enemy's murderous hand and was destroyed. He lost his support. The enemy found his water system spiritual root body and stunning beauty. He deliberately humiliated him and sold him to the most famous flower house in the fairy world. The content is not harmonious. There are several men involved in the middle, kindness and grievances. God knows why those men love him while tossing him with all kinds of tricks. In the end, he finally immersed in the bedclothes and understood the fun. Obediently became the forbidden of these men, and led a happy life of being loved.

Song Qingshi was blind, and felt that the author's three logical views might have problems. From a psychological point of view, Qu Yurong suffered from a severe Stockholm syndrome. His so-called love was just tortured into a habit. The prisoner's little tenderness was used as love, persuading himself to sink in.

Now, Qu Yurong has just been sold into the Xiaoguanguan and is undergoing pre-job training.

His task is to rescue Qu Yurong from bad luck and let him live a truly happy life.

Song Qingshi felt that the task was not difficult. Although he hadn't done it before, he inexplicably felt that he was very good at this kind of things and very confident.

He geared up, immediately chose to accept the task, and then confidently went to the Tianxianglou described in the book and this poor boy named Qu Yurong.

The formation world arranged for him as a mute man who gathers medicine for a living. When Song Qingshi passed by the store, he looked in the mirror and found that his body was very similar to when he was a child in the world of Xiuxian. He was short, skinny and skinny. The sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, the eyes are big and uncoordinated, and the hair is few and yellow. It is an ugly monster. He wondered that when he entered the puzzle, the formation was adjusted according to the original appearance of the solver, and he was restored to his childhood appearance, and he could be restored when he went out, without taking it to heart.

Dumb does not affect writing.

Song Qingshi found a wooden sign, wrote the words Tianxianglou, and asked people gesticulatingly. Along the way, he encountered more than a dozen "illiterate" people. After a long time, he remembered that the words in the world of Sword Master Mo Yuan were ancient words. After changing the font, I finally met a kind person, got the correct answer, and ran all the way to the test paper.

He used to be a casual cultivator, had no friends, spent most of his time in the mountains or in a house, and had never been to a flower house.

Song Qingshi stood at the entrance of Tianxiang Tower, thinking about how minors would enter the door for a long time. The passing turtle glanced at him, thinking it was a child who sold him, and wanted to pull the door, but he looked at it and felt too ugly to sell, so he scoffed twice and drove him directly to the side.

The road to sell yourself is also broken...

Song Qingshi circled the Tianxiang Tower, and suddenly remembered what Song Jincheng had taught-over the wall to drill a hole.

He doesn't like over the wall, which means he doesn't like to be a guest at a friend's house or over the wall to do bad things. It does not include over the wall such as avoiding danger or saving people.

Nowadays, the examination paper needs to be turned over the wall to answer questions, then turn over.

Song Qingshi observed his surroundings without any psychological pressure and made sure that no one was there. Then, he jumped and climbed up the fence by the big tree next to him.

Tianxianglou is a flowered building in the fairy world. A defensive enchantment is arranged in the wall, and when touched, it will warn you.

This kind of ancient barrier is very simple. Song Qingshi studied it a little and easily found the position of the formation eye, quietly tore a hole with a stone, then changed the formation method, leaving a loophole, and then sneaked in.

At noon, when the flower building was resting, it was quiet everywhere, and there were no people.

He mobilized his spiritual power to pinch a magic trick, hide his breath, manipulated a few butterflies, borrowed the eyes of insects to explore the surrounding situation, successfully avoided the guards, and dived little by little to the backyard where the boys lived...

"who are you?"

Suddenly, the voice of a young man and a slight sound of iron chains came from the ground.

Song Qingshi was taken aback and looked around, and finally found the window of the basement. In the window was sitting a thin and thin boy in ragged clothes. He was only about fourteen or five years old. His skin was pale without seeing the sky, he suffered from chronic malnutrition and was extremely thin. His feet were locked with long iron chains. The chains seemed to be tied for a long time, and many blood stains were worn out on his ankles. The back of his hands were firmly imprisoned, and his whole body was covered with traces of abuse.

He slowly raised his head, his face was marked with two long scars, the beautiful jade was flawed, especially eye-catching, ruining the beauty of the original Ying Qingguo Qingcheng, lost all the focus in the beautiful phoenix eyes, it seems that nothing can be seen... ...And there is a small red mole under his left eye.

Song Qingshi was stunned.

Even though the boy's age and appearance were slightly different, and he felt a little different, he still recognized that this was Feng Jun's appearance.

He hurriedly faced the window and wanted to ask who the other party was. He worked hard for a long time, but only a slight babbling sound came out from his throat.

The boy listened for a long time, but he didn't understand what he was trying to say, but he knew that people were still looking at him. He gently dragged the iron chain on his feet and changed his posture to show his thin waist and perfect length. Legs, and then smiled, with charming charm in the gentle voice, with words wrapped in honey, I wanted to lead the prey into the sweet trap:

"I haven't heard your voice, are you not from here?"

"You save me, okay? I am willing to serve you."

"My body is still clean. I haven't been touched by a guest. It's the first time. Do you want it?"

"Are you asking my name?"

"My name is Wuhuan."

~~~

100

Song Qingshi tried hard to calm himself down. He was not sure what the relationship between the self-proclaimed Wuhuan boy in the dungeon and Feng Jun was, but he had to rescue him anyway. As for Qu Yurong who was required by the mission... he thought about the emergency and priority of the two things, and decided to save Wuhuan first, and then go back to save Qu Yurong.

Wuhuan heard the breathing of the person outside the window calm down, did not answer, did not move, and did not hold out much hope. After all, he was stigmatized in Tianxianglou, using sweet words, pretending to be pitiful, or tempting guests to escape more than once or twice. After repeated teachings, the old bustard hated him to the extreme. He originally wanted to wait for his body and beauty to grow up and then sell it at a high price. . Now that his face is broken, the old bustard is unwilling to raise him, so he will let him go, and when the punishment is over, he will be sold to abusive guests, so that all new children will know the fate of being disobedient.

The time now is noon, and the location of the dungeon is not a place where purchases or ordinary servants can come.

The person outside the window is probably a guest who has just awakened from a hangover. Judging from the changes in his breathing, he is very interested in his body. Maybe he likes to play with scarred beauties? In short, he can't just sit and wait for death, waiting for bad luck, even if there is no hope, he has to try it, and escape the dungeon to do other things.

Wu Huan licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, twisted her body, and tried to say something more seductive:

"They all said that I was born to be charming and beautiful, guest, do you want to see my waist?"

"I like pain, the more painful the happier."

"You take me back, I will let you have fun..."

"..."

Hearing these words, Song Qingshi only felt distressed. From the environment in the dungeon, he could tell that Wuhuan had been locked up here for a long time, his injuries were serious, and his situation was very bad. He also judged that the other party was lying and asking for help. But he couldn't speak, and couldn't communicate with the other party, so he had to stand up, leave the dungeon, and think of a way to rescue people and treat them again.

He pondered for a long time, drawing the map of Tianxiang Tower on the sand with the memory of Xueba and the eyes of insects. According to the structure and orientation of the building, he determined the purpose of each building, and then accurately found the treasure house and avoided all the formations. The law and the guards, controlling a few butterflies and moths, and sparks with mysterious fire flew in from the vents of the treasure house and landed on a wooden frame or cloth.

The flame of the mysterious fire is stronger than the ordinary fire, and it can be ignited no matter what it encounters.

Billowing black smoke came out of the treasure house, and the alarm formation was activated, which disturbed the people in Tianxianglou. The old bustard with disheveled hair, crying and shouting, urging everyone to put out the fire and save things. The treasure house is her life savings. , Is the most important existence in Tianxianglou, who can care about the disfigured money-losing goods in the dungeon?

Song Qingshi slipped back to the dungeon without being noticed.

Xuanhuo is an extremely high-temperature flame, and it is highly corrosive and poisonous. No matter how small the flame is, it can be used as a welding torch. He carefully burned the railing on the window, climbed in, then burned the iron chain on Wuhuan's feet, untied the rope on his hand, and dragged it out of the window.

Wuhuan finally got out of the dungeon. He fell down as soon as he stood up. He tried to help the wall to get up, and his legs trembled every time he took a step.

Song Qingshi immediately squatted down, opened the hem of his robe, carefully checked the muscle problems in his leg, and confirmed that he had been imprisoned for too long, was severely lacking in exercise, and had a broken leg without proper treatment, which made walking difficult. This situation is a common trauma in the world of cultivating immortals. It only needs re-bonding, massage and rehabilitation, supplemented by elixir, and it can be completely cured.

Wuhuan couldn't see it, and felt that this man touched his lap as soon as he got out of the dungeon, and squeezed it hard from time to time. It was really a hungry ghost in the color, and was extremely shameless. He was contemptuous in his heart, but he hadn't escaped the danger yet, so he dared not care, he could only hide his disgust, let his face show the right shy expression, then obediently pull up the clothes, and softly make a playful posture, waiting for the other party to touch enough Legs, softly persuaded: "Thank you for your life-saving grace, let's go out and do it again, okay?"

"Okay." Song Qingshi also knew that studying his condition in this place was not very good, so he held back his itching, and helped him to walk a few steps, feeling that it was not easy to move, so he took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the house, so he just found a piece of it. The old and not new navy blue robe wrapped Wuhuan to cover the bloodstains and appearance on his body, then put it on his back, and quietly jumped out of the wall where he had left the hole in the enchantment.

He stayed in the mountains all the year round to collect medicine. He looked thin and still had the strength, and he was able to move freely with the same thin Wuhuan on his back. He controlled the monitoring butterfly again, took the path that no one saw, avoided sight, and moved away from Tianxiang Tower smoothly.

"En Gong is not a local?" Wu Huan lay on his back, uncomfortable with bones in the bumps. He finally discovered that Song Qingshi was just a qi training monk, short and thin, still dumb, with a very clean smell of medicine. Faint, smells very comfortable, with indescribable gentleness, not disgusting.

He shook his mind in the fragrance of the medicine for a moment, and once again remembered the way this person was touching his thighs, his heart became cruel, pretending to know nothing, and sweetly asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Song Qingshi took his hand on his throat, grunted twice, indicating that he could not speak.

Wuhuan touched the situation, confirmed the key position of his throat, and then retracted it.

It is not the time yet, and there is no suitable tool.

Two years ago, he used this method to trick a lecherous servant into taking him away, and then when the servant wanted to do something wrong with him, he killed people with stones and threw them into the river. It's a pity...I didn't have enough experience at the time, and coupled with the obstruction of my eyes, I couldn't accurately judge the direction. I ran a short distance and was caught.

This time, he couldn't make the same mistake again.

Wuhuan lowered his head. With his sense of hearing and smell, he carefully felt the breath around him, such as pine trees, locust trees, laurel flowers, Lingxin grass, streams, wild ducks... He remembered the composition of each complex smell, each small sound The source of, then outlines the appearance of the environment in his mind, remembers the route that he has walked, and judges his position to facilitate escape.

Song Qingshi took him up the mountain.

There are simple huts in the weathered rock cracks, piled with various herbs, and a small pill furnace. It is the place where he lives. Although it is in tatters, everything is clean and barely meets the requirements of medical students. Cleanliness.

Song Qingshi complained about Sword Master Mo Yuan's stinginess in arranging mission status, and placed Wuhuan on a bed of dry thatch. Then he checked his injuries, took his hand, tried to write on the palm, and wanted to tell him to treat him. Plan, hope to cooperate with treatment.

Ancient writing is a bit difficult, so he racked his brains, went to the complicated and simplified, and wrote for a long time.

"Yun Gong, are you asking me something?" Wuhuan felt that he had been drawing on the palm of his hand for a long time, and he hesitated to apologize, "I'm sorry, I don't know the words."

Song Qingshi looked up in amazement, feeling five thunders.

Wuhuan took his hand back and explained patiently: "I am a mortal, with invisible eyes. I was sold to Tianxianglou since I was a child. I learned some skills in playing, playing, singing, and serving people. No one has ever taught me. Literacy. After all...what's the use of teaching a blind man to read? I can't read the book again."

One can't see, one can't tell.

The communication between the two was completely bottlenecked.

However, Wuhuan's injuries and illness need to be dealt with.

Song Qingshi had to do it directly. He stretched out his hand and checked the scar on Wuhuan's face, then opened his eyes to the sun to confirm the problem inside. He found that Wuhuan's eyes were not completely damaged, but they had been infected with Euphorbiae, and the eyes were covered with a thick layer of fog, which could distinguish the brightness of the light, as well as the blurry shadows close to the eyes.

You need to refine Xuantian Taiming Pill because it is not easy to solve.

Xuantian Taiming Pill is a superb elixir that is difficult to refine. The main materials need the inner pill of Lithospermum, Bodhi stone, and ten thousand-year-old tortoise. When refining, it needs a good pill furnace to withstand the fire... ...

Song Qingshi looked at the simple hut and the broken silver on hand, and became even more melancholy.

He temporarily threw the unanswerable question aside, then motioned to Wuhuan to take off his clothes and lay on the bed, asking him to treat the whiplash on his back. These injuries were not handled properly. They were simply given some gold sore medicine. Although they were fine for the time being, they were likely to cause fever and even cause life-threatening injuries. They must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Song Qingshi pulled Wuhuan's clothes and wanted to take them off.

"Can I do it later? I'm not ready yet," Wuhuan was terrified, clutching his clothes tightly. He didn't expect the other party to be so anxious that he didn't even leave him half of the preparation time. When I found a tool to kill, I could only plead, "My injury is still not healed, and I can't bear it. It will spoil my benefactor's interest..."

Song Qing kept using gestures and movements to express: It's just that the injury on your back is not good, so you need to take off your clothes and lie down for treatment.

Wuhuan was trained as a leader in Tianxianglou for many years. Although the old bustard kept his innocent body in order to sell it at a high price, he was taught a lot of wind and moon, and he understood everything that he should know. When he saw Song Qingshi not only pulled his clothes, stretched out his hand to touch the wound on his back, but also motioned him to lie on the bed, relax his body, and make a playful posture...

This person's breath is very clean and comfortable, but his behavior is worse than that of the servant who was killed in the past, which is too deceptive!

Wuhuan was anxious and angry, backing back again and again, reluctant to undress, and begged: "The wound on my body is very painful, please be merciful for a few more days."

Song Qingshi heard him say that the wound was painful. He didn't know how to explain that the treatment did not hurt. His heart became even more anxious. Seeing that the sun was going down, the light was not good for the treatment, so he was cruel, took out the means to deal with the big bear child, and directly pushed him down. On the bed, tear off his clothes to expose his scarred back, hold his hands, and force treatment.

The new wounds are superimposed on the old ones, and I don't know how many times I have been severely beaten.

Song Qingshi gently inspected the wound to confirm the situation.

"No, don't touch me." Wuhuan felt that his back was touched by the cold fingertips, and the things he feared most were about to happen. He finally lost his mind and struggled frantically, constantly cursing, "You beast , Let me go! Shameless shameless! Rubbish! Beasts! Kill me!"

He was a mortal body, imprisoned for a long time, did not eat and drink, was exhausted, and had no power to fight against the monks.

The healed wound broke apart in the fierce struggle, and fresh blood came out again.

He bit into Song Qingshi's hand fiercely, took advantage of the shock of the other party, broke free from the restraints, then rolled to the ground and crawled out.

Song Qingshi finally found that there was a serious misunderstanding in the communication between the two. He didn't know how to deal with such a complicated situation. After thinking for a moment, he decided to use actions to solve it.

He drew out a golden needle and pierced it toward the lethargic acupuncture point.

Wuhuan felt the sky turned dizzy, and his eyes turned black. He stood up swayingly and wanted to go outside, but after all, he fell into the arms of gentle medicine. Before falling into a coma, he pulled Song Qingshi's skirt and asked desperately:

"do not hurt me......"

Song Qingshi hugged him back to the bed, placed him carefully, and said silently in his ear gently with his mouth:

Don't be afraid, I will never hurt you.

...

He didn't know if this sentence was conveyed to Wuhuan's heart.

However, the scarred teenager finally relaxed and entered a deep sleep.

To Be Continued...