My Darling Sick Beauty

The day before he left Zhongnanshan, Jiang Zheliu went to sweep the tomb of his teacher who had been dead for many years.

It was still a snowy day, and no one knew what he said in front of the tombstone. However, I could guess what he said at night. What he said was nothing more than the matter of Xiuzhen world, Lingxiao school, and even the matter of Zhu Wuxin.

Wen renye stood not far away, watching Jiang Zheliu all the time, until the snow-white group finally left Zhu Wenyuan's Monument and came to him.

Jiang Zheliu is not in good health. It's cold outside Zhongnan mountain. In fact, he doesn't even want to worship at night, but the other party is tough and strong. Although he looks cold and indifferent and doesn't get angry with anything, what he wants to do is often decided by himself.

But this time, it's not. It seems that more than half of the patients who went down the mountain for medical treatment were really talked about by Wen renye.

Wen renye shook his hand and felt that it was so cold that he could not help frowning and said, "you... Forget it, you won't listen to me."

When talking to him, the Lord of the world was helpless. He could only warm his fingers and say, "it's a long way to go, but I can't take you there by magic. If it's not for the broken rules of the year of embers, I should catch him... No, invite him to Zhongnan mountain."

The year of Ember is the world's leading medical practice. It is also known as Linglong medical saint. However, he would never be invited to go out for treatment. He could only go to danxinguan with sincerity to seek medical treatment. He was a man with more rules than heaven.

Jiang Zheliu actually met him, and they had no little contact with each other, but they didn't know each other very well.

Jiang Zheliu took out his finger, but he couldn't get it back. He could only be held tightly by the little devil in front of him.

"I want to come back when spring is coming." He stopped for a moment and continued, "I have discussed with achu that the open space in front of the small building should be planted with flowers and herbs, and turned into a flower garden and medicine garden."

Jiang Zheliu said it seriously, as if he had planned carefully with achu for a long time. Hearing that the night could not bear to strike him, he was silent for a moment and hesitated: "can you take the medicine hoe?"

Jiang Zheliu stopped talking and looked at him in seclusion.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

Lord mozun could not feel the embarrassment. He frowned and asked, "can you plant flowers?"

Jiang Zheliu

He really can't.

Jiang xianzun is unique in the world. There are few things he can't do in the world. Even if he has a child, he is a little familiar with some unspeakable features of the heavenly spirit. This is the first time he has been asked, and then he finds that he doesn't know these worldly affairs at all.

Wen renye mercilessly broke the gardener's ideal of the sick and weak beauty, gathered the Cape on his shoulder, walked back with him and said: "the heavenly spirit you mentioned before, I went back to the demon world to check the classics."

It's recorded in the books of the demon world, but it's also vague. Hearing that people's night associated those records with Jiang Zheliu's words, they could not help guessing, so they asked: "if this constitution is just... That aspect, then why do we have to break love."

The little devil expressed his worries about his future.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him: "the closer you are to the natural constitution, the more you like the matter of full of vitality. As long as the essence and blood meet and the Tao and body combine, people will be fascinated and can't stop

What he said was not obscure, but it still made Wen renye dazed for a while and digested for a long time. Looking at Jiang Zheliu's face, he rubbed his head and subconsciously said: "isn't that better?"

Jiang Zheliu said faintly: "and then let people be obsessed with it, and gradually become lustful? The forefathers who have tried are famous and upright. Naturally, they will dissuade future generations. They have to protect the reputation of the spirit body and take into account the practice of the later generations

Hearing that night, he understood it again and realized that although it was a spiritual body, it was almost close to the effect of the cauldron. It was just that the constitution of the cauldron was often helpful to the growth of the monks of the Hehuan road. But this one, on the contrary, would shake the hearts of humanity and haunt the demons.

It is necessary to cover up and give way to the noble and righteous who need the firm heart of Tao. But for the demons... I don't know what will happen.

At the moment, the demon lord fully embodies his spirit of not afraid of death: "really? I don't believe it

Jiang Zheliu stopped outside the pine wood building, lowered his head, loosened the lace of his cape, shook off the snow before he came in. He said calmly, "if you don't believe me, try it."

He put down his cloak and took a look at Wen Ren ye: "just don't go to Dan Xin Guan. If you try it once, you can kill me. Bury it on the spot. It's up to you to hold the coffin and lift the spirit. The stele should be heavier. There's no need to add another name. Just three words "Jiang Zheliu" is enough. "

The night of hearing people

This soft willow branch, he is afraid of breaking if he doesn't break it. How dare he toss it.

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The next day, even Chang Qian and achu turned off their lights and packed their luggage. But the horse didn't look serious. It had a single horn on its head and a thorn around its hoof. It was vicious and full of the desolation and ferocity of the demon world.

Jiang Zheliu, holding the stove in his arms, was opposite to the changed horse in front of him. From his eyes, he could see a strong sense of unruly.

Sure enough, he has the blood of the demon world. Otherwise, if he were an ordinary horse or spirit beast, he would have come up to lick his hand.

But even if he has the blood of the demon world, he can't resist the temptation of the spirit body in front of him. Even if the meridians in Jiang Zheliu's body leak into a sieve, it doesn't prevent the spirit from leaking out. It's fragrant and sweet, just like a big piece of attractive cake.

The Magic Horse persisted for less than half a quarter of an hour. In this brief look at each other, he gave up his arms and gave up. Without shame, he rubbed against him and buried him in his arms and sucked hard——

Then he was pulled back by the Demon Lord with his horse's mane, and warned: "don't touch him."

Good guy, he doesn't dare to suck like this. This beast is very energetic.

The Magic Horse reluctantly snorted, but the horse was still under the eaves, so he had to bow his head and let the wary Lord help the beauty into the car.

Jiang Zheliu lifted the curtain of the car and found that the space inside was folded. It should have been sealed with a very delicate technique to make the interior space so large. He sat at a small table, put the stove on the table and asked, "is that a war horse?"

"Yes." Wen renye was not surprised by his eyesight. How can we say that he was also a man who suppressed the border of the demon world many years ago.

Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he knew that Jiang Zheliu was a decisive and delicate man who could not recognize the warhorse of the demon world.

"You use it to pull the cart?" Jiang Zheliu complains gently that he is "tyrannical."

"I've chosen the most docile one." The horses in the demon world are not a thing. They can't pick out a few obedient ones. Wen renye said as he handed over their identity documents.

Because Jiang Zheliu's cultivation was completely destroyed and his body was weak, almost any technique of shrinking the land and shifting the land could not be used. This trip, can only rely on the secular route, abide by the rules of monks into the world.

Naturally, the identity documents are virtual, and even the magic horse has been covered up. These two carriages look like the sons of rich people. There is nothing unusual in appearance.

Jiang Zheliu took the document and looked at their names, but he didn't change them. He looked down and read: "people from Suzhou, cousins..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Wen Ren Ye. Then he continued to look. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with the rest. Then he said, "cousin? I have made friends with your father. Young Lord, you... "

That's a good thing to say, but he can make friends with everyone equally. Chang Qian is his nephew who hears people's night, so he can still call him brother.

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect to say anything else about him. At most, he said he would take advantage of him. He didn't care too much. After that, he put down the document and couldn't stand it. He took out another document and said implicitly, "actually, I wanted to use this one."

Jiang Zheliu took a sip of tea, glanced at the word "husband and wife" and almost didn't swallow it. He choked, stroked his chest and coughed twice. He felt that the roots of his ears were burning inexplicably. He was so old that he was annoyed by these two words.

He took a slow breath, lowered his sight, and pushed away the document in front of him.

Hearing that he coughed at night, he was a little worried. Seeing that Jiang Zheliu was ok, he noticed the other party's reddish ears. He was stunned. His purple eyes couldn't help staring at him and said slowly: "you..."

The closer he got to him, the more devil Qi on his body fluctuated back and forth, and the impact was up and down, with a sense of uneasiness. Jiang Zheliu was encircled by him with one hand, pressed on the wall of the car and gently touched his earlobe.

This place can't be touched. It's too sensitive.

Jiang Zheliu has never been touched by an outsider at all. He became famous when he was young and respected his position. He has kept a distance from the public since he was very young because of his physical condition. Even his younger martial brother Zhu Wuxin, who was brought up from a young age, just touched his hand.

At this time, he realized that he was a little sensitive and had a fever. He took each other's wrist, took a breath and said, "don't move."

Wen renye: "your ears..."

"... stop it." Jiang Zheliu said, "besides, I'm going to be angry."

Jiang Zheliu has white hair and dark eyes, which are colder than the snow on Zhongnan mountain for thousands of years. Although there is no emotion in the words, the content is not heard in the night.

Hearing how the night could make him angry, his mind was taken away by the other party for a moment. His reason came back slowly, restrained and sat back.

The driver is a puppet, just a paper man charm. At the foot of Zhongnan mountain, the wheels rolled over the fallen leaves, making a crisp sound of withered leaves.

There's something weird between them.

Jiang Zheliu poured a cup of tea again and drank a mouthful of it to moisten his throat. His ears were thin and red. He felt everything was normal. He looked down at the tea noodles and said to ease the atmosphere: "little Lord, this kind of joke can't be played around. If you are fickle and dissolute, I will mislead you."

When I heard that people were thirsty at night and drank tea with him, I didn't feel bitter at this time. I could only feel my heart beating wildly. Without thinking about it, I asked, "how much..."

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyes and looked at him. It seemed that she really thought about it and said, "half a demon world is not much."

Wen renye: "half of which line, it seems that I have no sincerity?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect that he would answer like this. He nodded and joked: "you are such a loser. Fortunately, you are still less respected. Otherwise, I think the future of the demon world is worrying."

Hearing the silence of the night for a moment, he hesitated to reply: "this may have been worrying."

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Demon World: I'm a little scared. I'm afraid I'll become a betrothal gift.

Big demons beaten by Liuliu: don't talk about it. We're a little scared, QAQ