My Darling Sick Beauty

Lingxiao school.

The audience is full of pillars and mainstays of the right way in the world, but the atmosphere is like magma, which is hard to breathe.

Zhu Wuxin sat in the leader's position and told everyone about Jiang Zheliu's departure. Then he kept playing with the sword sui'er of Lingxiao sword, waiting for an answer.

The more nervous in the silence.

Finally, someone couldn't help but slap a sword on the case, got up and scolded: "xianzun is seriously injured, so you dare to let him go. You're not all in your heart. You're fighting for power and position. You can't allow your elder martial brother!"

The more Jin Yujie scolded, the more angry he felt. He took the seven star sword back and pointed it at Zhu Wuxin. He said coldly, "I can't repay you for your kindness. You are the villains who stand in the way. You Lingxiao sect don't support you, I support you!"

No one dares to persuade them. Only one on the seat shakes the folding fan and says, "you don't have to compete with your matchless sword Pavilion. With Wang Wenyuan here, Tianji Pavilion should welcome xianzun back and cultivate carefully."

Jin Yujie didn't care to deal with the staff. His tiger eyes were staring at Zhu Wuxin and said: "master Jiang protected Lingxiao. His accomplishments were destroyed in order to save the world, and he still couldn't get a good end. You younger martial brother still have a conscience. Tell me where we are. I'll pick you up naturally. "

Zhu Wuxin slowly clenched the sword in his palm and hooked his lower lip: "although my elder martial brother has no accomplishments, he can be regarded as the most erudite person in the world of cultivation. Is it really for my elder martial brother's sake that the leader of Jin Shaoge said this?"

He looked down coldly, and his words were even colder: "the Lingxiao sect opens the way for all living beings in the world. Instead of repaying them, you slander me. This sword was handed over to me by my elder martial brother. Do you really want to be the leader of the sword

Lingxiao sword is handed down by Lingxiao leaders in the past dynasties. Only when you wear Lingxiao sword can you be called "Lingxiao real king". If the treasure has spirit, it will not be left in the hands of those who rob it.

Jin Yujie was not afraid of him, but worried about his identity as the younger martial brother of Jiang Zheliu. He killed him and made Jiang Zheliu unhappy. He was so angry that he chopped into the ground and said, "when I find xianzun back, if you are a little mean to the elder, I will kill your head right away!"

The ground is made of black iron and cold stone. It's very hard. It's still cracked by the seven star sword. The cracks are dense and open, like cobwebs.

Jin Yujie immediately drew his sword, turned around and left. The matchless sword Pavilion friars who came to express their thanks also turned into murderous and left Lingxiao sect.

Except for Wushuang sword Pavilion, the other factions are not satisfied with the result, but they are not as impulsive as Jin Yujie. Jin Yujie is young and energetic, and he is also favored by Jiang Zheliu.

With the departure of Wushuang sword Pavilion, the other factions also left one by one. Only Wang Wenyuan of Tianji pavilion was still in the same place, shaking his fan at will.

"Will the Lord not go?" I wish Wu Xin to stand up slowly.

"I want to ask the headmaster once more where xianzun is going."

I wish Wuxin had been depressed for a long time, and now he was in a bad mood. He said coldly, "where is my elder martial brother going? Do you want to know all the fairy friends? This is the business of Lingxiao sect. I advise you not to interfere. What's more, my elder martial brother doesn't like to be disturbed. "

"It doesn't mean anything else." Wang Wenyuan stopped shaking his fan and said, "when I look at China, it seems that this catastrophe has not really passed."

I wish I had no intention to move, even my eyes stopped: "what do you say? But my elder martial brother has already... "

"Ah," Wang Wenyuan said lazily, "maybe losing Jiang xianzun is the real beginning of the so-called catastrophe."

He said no more. He folded up his folding fan in the snowy cold night and looked thoughtfully at the north. Then he led the Taoist behind him to leave.

Heavy snow drifted into the hall.

I wish you didn't want to stand in the same place, looking at the tiny snowflakes melting on the hall. I haven't spoken for a long time.

Such weather

Once they built the foundation, they did not know the cold and heat. If they were destroyed, they did not know whether they could be invaded by the cold and heat?

I wish I didn't want to be absorbed for a long time. When the disciples around me called, I suddenly recovered and took a deep breath.

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This kind of weather does harm to our health.

Jiang Zheliu snow will wipe the teacher's tombstone clean, already feel cold into the body. He talked to his teacher for a while. He talked to him about the cultivation of children he had formed. He also talked to him about what Zhu Wuxin had done and how Lingxiao sect became the first of the four schools

He seldom said so much. When he felt cold, it snowed half a foot.

Jiang Zheliu stood up and turned to look at the thatched cottage built not far away when he buried his teacher.

Although it is a thatched cottage, the material is not grass, but some common construction objects in the world of cultivation. It is rare in the world. Although the house has fallen dust, it is not unbearable.

Jiang Zheliu is really tired. If he wants to reorganize this place tomorrow, he just makes some fire.

He sat on the couch in the thatched cottage and looked at the light of the fire for a while. His eyes were dazzled. He subconsciously looked away and saw a handful of chaotic weeds... And the dark snake in the grass.

The snake was frozen and stiff, and it seemed that it was also injured. The wound was dark red. It only looked a little better than the river broken willow.

Jiang Zheliu thought for a moment, reached out and pulled the snake to the side of the fire, and warmed up with the snake on the ground.

His accomplishments were destroyed, but his realm was still there. Although he lost the ability to resist the cold and heat, he could still open up the valley. If this injury is serious but not dead, long illness can be cured, then the life brought by the realm will not be lost, but there is no technique.

Jiang Zheliu is very clear about his physical condition. He can't die for a moment. He can live for a few years. It's not sure.

But no matter how many years, it belongs to him.

When he thought about it, he was tired. He closed his eyes and had a rest. Suddenly he heard a rustle in his ear.

Jiang Zheliu frowned and raised her eyes. She saw that the fire was still burning. In the position of the little snake on one side, there was a wounded little demon sitting on her body.

Xiaoyao is about twelve or thirteen years old. She is not very evil. On the contrary, she has a strong impact. Black hair black pupil, at the moment eyes panic looking at him, as if Jiang Zheliu next moment will kill him.

Jiang Zheliu reached out to add fire and did not speak.

After a long time, the small demon timidly asked: "where does the immortal come from?"

"I'll ask you." Jiang Zheliu took a branch and poked the spark on one side“ Why are you here? "

The little demon stayed for a long time, and cried. He smelled the fragrance of immortal Qi on Jiang Zheliu. He instinctively felt that people with such a strong immortal Qi would not hurt him. He sobbed and said, "someone wanted to kill me, they lost me. I... when I met here, I hid in."

Jiang Zheliu nodded his head, then poked the fire: "why kill you?"

He often takes in small demons. There are many demons under the door. Those demons also say that he has a affinity for demons. I just left Lingxiao sect. I can't even see it.

The snake demon wiped his tears and said, "my name is Chang Qian... I am a half demon."

Chang Qian cried red eyes and sat quietly: "my mother is a demon, my father is a demon. The demon world does not allow half demons to confuse the blood of the royal family. My brother ordered... To kill me. "

Royal blood? Jiang Zheliu gave him an unexpected look.

In the demon world, there are two real kings, the green dragon and the rosefinch, who join hands. Then there are various demon families. Among the snake demons, there are many people with common surnames, which is not uncommon. But the royal blood of the demon world is very valuable.

Jiang Zheliu said, "who is your brother?"

He didn't have a deep memory of the demon world, because he didn't deal with many people. He only remembered that many years ago, the Lord of the demon world led the royal family to the Lingxiao sect to meet and negotiate a contract, and then he never met again.

Chang Qian said, "my brother's name is Wen Renxi. He is my half brother. He's going to kill me behind my little uncle's back. "

Jiang Zheliu nodded, but he still couldn't understand their family's grudges. Instead, he quietly roasted his hand, supported his chin, closed his eyes and said, "if someone comes to kill you, keep your voice down, don't wake me up."

Chang Qian was stunned for a moment. He pointed to himself foolishly, and then to the other side foolishly.

Jiang Zheliu's hair is white, but his fingertips are whiter and colder than his hair. Even on the side of the fire, the faint chill on his body is enough to make people stop. What's more, he still had the smell of blood and a deep sense of illness, as if he was about to break at a touch.

Chang Qian thought Jiang Zheliu could save himself, but when he realized that he was hurt, he settled down. He didn't know where the courage came from. He whispered: "I'll run out. I won't give you any trouble."

The river broke the willows and did not move.

The firewood was burning, making a beeping sound.

It's still snowing outside. The mountain is blocked by heavy snow. It's even harder for ordinary people to get up. There are some wild animals howling outside.

Moonlight into the lattice, sprinkle on the foot. At dawn, Chang Qian woke up in a daze, not knowing when he fell asleep.

He looked up and saw Jiang Zheliu sitting not far away, warming his wine on the burning fire. The wine seemed to be medicinal wine with a bitter taste.

"Immortals." Chang Qian carefully said, "what are you doing?"

Jiang Zheliu tried the temperature and said casually, "I've soaked you to cure the disease."

Chang Qian was stunned. He didn't know whether it was the other party's bluffing or whether the cold immortal really wanted to catch him making wine. What appeared in his mind for a moment was that he didn't know how to resist so as not to hurt him.

After all, the sick beauty seems to fall down as soon as she pushes. If she resists too much, I'm afraid she will hurt him. From the appearance, this man looks like he is made of glass crystal. He will be damaged if he is not careful.

Chang Qian stayed for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, until the sunny day outside suddenly changed and there was a storm again.

The next moment, several ferocious demons came in, smashed the door of the house into pieces, and yelled, "Chang Qian, come out for me!"

At this point, Chang Qian's body became stiff and his face turned pale. When he was about to escape again, he found that the exit at the other end was blocked, and both ends approached step by step.

The evil spirit destroys the window lattice, and the wind and snow from the mat extinguishes the Mars.

Jiang Zheliu's warm wine moves the wine and looks up at the vast evil spirit at the door.

"Chang Qian, I'll kill him today --"

Before the last word "you" came out, the head of the demons turned their eyes and suddenly stopped talking. They were completely stupid and fell to the ground with a plop.

He got up from the ground and stammered: "Jiang... Jiang xianzun, I'm a good citizen, not a bad one, I'm a good demon, I..."

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyebrows in surprise: "you know me."

"Recognize..." the more nervous the demons were, the more they said something bad. They cried and said, "I saw you with the Lord hundreds of years ago. If I knew you were here, I would not dare to enter or enter. If I had known that you... You had taken him in, how dare i... how dare I make trouble. "

Jiang Zheliu didn't know whether the news that his accomplishments had been destroyed had spread to the demon world. He answered casually, pointed to the doorframe and said, "you've been damaged by me."

The tears of the demons were coming down, and they said bravely: "Jiang xianzun, I did it all by myself. Please let them go."

Several young demons behind him also changed from archetypal to human form, from green face and fangs to young and nervous, one by one green and astringent.

Seeing that he was about to cry, Jiang Zheliu said faintly, "fix the door for me, and you can leave."

If the first demons are granted amnesty, they will be sent to Jiang Zheliu to knock one. He suddenly gets up, greets the demons behind him, and starts to work.

Chang Qian on one side has long been confused. He looks at Jiang Zheliu and drinks some medicinal wine. Then he goes to sleep on the packed couch and looks at the demons who are busy decorating.

What's the matter.

After only half a candlelight time, a thin and shabby house was rebuilt into a two-story pine building, with several furniture, desks, lounges, rolling shutters and bookcases.

After finishing the decoration, the demon decoration team didn't dare to wake up xianzun. Instead, it glared at Chang Qian and left quietly.

Chang Qian: "hiss."

... it's like you've got a great character.

The big devil took the demons behind him out of Zhongnanshan, and then he began to grind and whisper. Two young female demons behind said in a low voice: "that's Jiang xianzun. How can you be in Zhongnanshan..."

"What do you know? This is the place where the last generation of Lingxiao real king buried his bones. Xianzun came to see his master's throne."

"How could chang Qian have such a good life? I also want to be accepted by xianzun..."

"What do you think? You are a demon. Don't you know that Jiang xianzun likes demons but doesn't like demons?"

"I know, but I am... I am..."

"All right!" The leader cut off the conversation between the two people behind him and said, "this trip can't go back to Chang Qian. I can't explain to master Xi."

"Young master Xi is just holding a chicken feather arrow. The Lord didn't say that he would kill Chang Qian. At most, the Lord doesn't care about this person. "

This sentence seemed to remind the head of the demon clan. He touched his chin and said: "the Lord is a half step Jinxian, and xianzun is also a half step Jinxian... I heard that the Lord has always wanted to see jiangxianzun, but xianzun's whereabouts are uncertain, so he..."

"What does big brother mean?"

"Let's report to the Lord." The great devil finally said, "with the power of our Lord, even the real king of Lingxiao and the head of Xianmen, we must be able to fight... Er..."

In the eyes of the demons, the leader clenched his teeth and said: "draw!"

He had seen xianzun do it, so he didn't dare to boast.

When the LORD was still the little Lord of the demon world, he once asked Jiang xianzun to fight, and then he was suppressed by a sword.

The sword wound, however, was burned on the heart of the Lord. It did not heal for a long time and formed a scar.

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