My Darling Sick Beauty

The sky broke.

The morning light of the vast and slightly cold diffuses into the wooden window.

After washing, Jiang Zheliu was watched by a Chu and drank the medicine for a long time, but now he was really spoiled by the devil. He drank it very slowly, and some of it couldn't swallow.

There is a resurrection stone to nourish his body. He looks good in all aspects of his body, but he is still afraid of the cold. He is afraid of the cold as if he wants to die.

Achu took out a light blue Plush Cape from the bottom of the box, wrapped up his immortal brother, and tied the light colored Cape into a bow. Then he handed the automatic heating magic handstove into his hand. He took a deep breath and said, "brother, don't you want to drink medicine? Are you not feeling well?"

The original drink medicine, such as drinking water, is not bitter, but now have temper. Jiang Zheliu made a silent joke about himself, and it was hard to avoid thinking about who this was because of.

... blame him.

"No, don't worry."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't really tell the fawn that it was too bitter. He couldn't swallow it. He was too delicate. He picked up the medicine bowl again, drank it with a frown, and then took the tea to taste bitter.

Walking very slowly along the way, it's not tiresome, but Jiang Zheliu's spirit body starts to make trouble again. He gets tired day by day, and his temperature rises slowly, which makes people feel dizzy.

Seeing that he couldn't even read a book, ah Chu thought about making a deck of playing cards with hard pieces of paper. He taught brother Shenxian to play cards and played hookfish with him in the carriage. But Jiang Zheliu was in a bad state and always lost. Even if he thought it was very interesting, he finally fell asleep.

The wind was clear and the sun was bright, and the wind chimes under the eaves of the carriage sounded in small pieces, as if counting such a leisurely, slow and extremely soft day.

Until the wind stops.

The rutting of the carriage stopped, and the road ahead seemed to be blocked.

When Jiang Zheliu was sleepy, he heard a faint voice coming from outside. The voice was a little familiar. After a long time, Chang Qian lifted up the curtain and came in. He came to him and called, "brother?"

Jiang Zheliu closed her eyes for a moment and held the bridge of her nose. Her voice was still slightly dumb: "who is it?"

Chang Qian knew that he probably heard it, so he said truthfully, "it's Lingxiao sect... I wish you didn't want to be outside."

Lingxiao school

His whereabouts are not hidden. Many people should know that he left danxinguan, but because of his reputation and the fact that liezhen was injured a few days ago, no one dares to act rashly

Lingxiao school... Jiang Zheliu suddenly felt very sad. He could not be more familiar with these three words. In the past 1000 years, every time he introduced himself, he had to put these three words before his name. He regarded them as honor and hometown.

But in the end, he found more and more that this was not his hometown. Only under the coldest inscriptions in the snow could he find his temporary and warm place.

Jiang Zheliu then got up, lifted the corner of the car curtain and saw the people in front of him.

Lin Qingxu and Lin Hanxu, two elders, stand behind Zhu Wuxin. Zhu Wuxin is dressed in a light blue Taoist suit. In his hand is the ice scabbard of Lingxiao sword. The ice scabbard stands on the ground with a worried look.

The hand he poked out was too discerning. Zhu Wuxin can recognize it at a glance. The anxiety and missing that he is constantly spreading these days seems to have found a secret vent. Everything is ironed out. The more eager he is, the more calm he can induce.

But Jiang Zheliu only lifted a corner, the ink bracelet on his wrist flashed by, and then he put down the curtain.

"Elder martial brother..." I wish to step forward unconsciously.

The curtains hang down neatly. Jiang Zheliu looked out of the window at the flowing clouds and the breeze, and said faintly, "I promise to respect the Lord, I will not see you."

His voice was light and indifferent, and he could not hear any special emotion, just like the attitude towards him in recent hundreds of years. But his elder martial brother... Told him in this tone that he promised another man that he would never see him again.

Zhu Wuxin is hard to believe.

He raised his hand and pressed his chest, across his clothes, on the letter he had collected on Zhongnan mountain that day. A lot of contents in it were last words and memories, and only a few words were involved in himself. But these few words pierced his melancholy knot layer by layer and analyzed it vividly.

He couldn't hide his depression.

"Good." Zhu Wuxin slowly replied, "I'm really a jerk. It's not worth seeing me."

As a child, he has a bad temper. When he is sad, he will say angry words to belittle himself.

Jiang Zheliu listened quietly.

"I know that elder martial brother doesn't want to get involved in the affairs of Xiuzhen world any more. It's just that... I don't really have a way." He turned his head and took a look at Lin Qingxu. The other party handed a scroll to the carriage.

"The border sects bordering the Xiuzhen kingdom come in and meet the demons. We sent reinforcements several times, but it didn't work. Some of those affiliated sects don't know that elder martial brother has left. I want to see you in Lingxiao sect in person. I refused. "

"But the phenomenon of demons fleeing is too serious. Some of them even clamor that... Elder martial brothers are all their masters." Zhu Wuxin said, "those demons are hard to expel, which has affected the survival of the human world."

The realm of cultivation connects with the realm of human beings, and it has the largest population. Once there is a problem in the realm of cultivation, the human world will also be severely damaged. Such a fragile and densely distributed trillions of creatures is a help and drag for the realm of cultivation since ancient times, and a cruel double-edged sword.

"I'm young and useless. I can't protect so many people."

Zhu Wuxin took a few steps forward, put the Lingxiao sword in the ice sheath on the edge of the carriage curtain, and knelt down in front of him.

"Elder martial brother. I don't want to ruin my father's and your hard work. I don't want to ruin my reputation as the head of immortal sect for so many years. Elder martial brother... Can you teach me? "

There was a cry in his voice.

Jiang Zheliu is very familiar with this younger martial brother's character. He knows that no matter how many shortcomings he has, he has grown up in a famous and decent school, and there will be no big evils. But in fact, he hasn't heard Zhu Wuxin cry for a long time. I don't know when the relationship between them became colder and colder. In the past, he thought it was tacit understanding and didn't need to say much. Later, he slowly reflected that he didn't want to call his brother anymore.

The good things in the world are not solid, the clouds are easy to disperse, and the glass is crisp.

He can plan for the world and for all living beings, but he will not expect that Wutong is sentimental, that Zhu Wuxin is interested in him, and that hatred will last longer than love.

Inside and outside are very quiet, quiet almost only each other's choking breathing sound.

Jiang Zheliu unfolded the scroll and looked at the requests of the affiliated sects one by one. He said in a calm tone: "the bravery of the demon clan has always been indomitable. It's no use just fighting. They have to be scared. You can send the elder of each peak directly to hurt his ten fingers. It's better to cut off one of them. "

His younger martial brother knelt outside with a soft voice.

Jiang Zheliu looked all the way over the picture scroll and continued to ask: "the demon clan... With two real kings, Qinglong and Zhuque, how can they break the border like this?"

The Lingxiao sect took a look at each other, but they didn't answer immediately. It seemed that they didn't dare to speak. After a while, I wish wuxincaidao.

"The real king of rosefinch... Is dead."

The breeze rolled over the branches and leaves, making a rustle sound.

The long, pale hand pressed on one end of the scroll and did not move for a long time. After a while, he slowly curled up his phalanx, and the handwriting under his palm wrinkled.

Jiang Zheliu's eyes still stopped on the words above. After a short pause, he slowly raised his eyes: "what did you say?"

"Zhuque Zhenjun, who was seriously injured, fell to jiuzhong state in three days, and finally returned to heaven and earth in Wanling palace."

... how is that possible.

Rosefinch is an alien species of Phoenix, and its survival ability is comparable to that of the head of the demon clan. On that day, he heard the cry of liezhen when he ran away, and it was clear that he would not endanger his life.

Jiang Zheliu's mind was suddenly disrupted. He always thought that he would die first, and he would not see the future mess... A thousand year old friend, in any case, Jiang Zheliu never thought that he would die.

"It's said from the outside that... It's the hand that people respect." Zhu Wuxin said, "he didn't want to kill Zhuque Zhenjun for a day or two. Elder martial brother, did he tell you what he did when he went back?"

It's true that there is only one person who can kill liezhen in a confrontation.

Zhu Wuxin didn't hear his voice, so he continued to explain: "because Zhuque Zhenjun fell, and Qinglong Zhenjun had no time to manage and restrain the demon clan, and I didn't dare to negotiate, so the demon clan..."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't hear it any more. He didn't doubt that he heard people's night. He could only think about it by plotting and poisoning. However, he had been away from the world for a long time, and could not suddenly accept so much thinking. The more complicated his mind became, the more buzzing he was.

His hand holding the scroll became tighter and tighter, and the joints of his bones became pale. Then a gust of fishy sweetness came up from his throat, and the pain in his heart that had not happened for a long time came back again.

His internal organs, which split like cobwebs, seemed to be completely broken, and even his breathing became a problem. Jiang Zheliu lowered his head to cover his lips and coughed. The more he coughed, the more intense he coughed. Blood seeped through his fingers and meandered through the car curtain.

The scroll in his hand had already rolled down, and his white clothes were dyed bright red. Little by little, the blood stains on the ice scabbard of Lingxiao sword. The famous sword seems to feel a sound and emit a low hum and cry.

As if he didn't expect this scene, Zhu Wuxin suddenly stood up. His heart seemed to be pulled together and said in a dumb voice: "elder martial brother... You, you... Don't feel bad. Take care of yourself... "

The wind is blowing and the birds are singing. I wish everyone behind me lowered their heads. No one dares to see it.

Every second of the next, it's like a knife in my heart. Zhu Wuxin is anxious and worried. He even wants to go to elder martial brother's side immediately, but he is afraid to make him feel worse, so he stops.

The cough subsided.

The resurrection stone on Jiang Zheliu's neck glowed slightly, emitting a milky halo. This gentle force penetrated into his body, slowly and gently restraining the pain in his body.

After a short time, I wish I didn't mean to see that hand - elder martial brother seems to have cleaned the bloody place, then picked up the Lingxiao sword and handed it back to him again.

"What's the use of it?" Jiang Zheliu said in a low voice, "you can take it. In the future, you have to make your own decisions."

For a moment, I took over the scabbard and said, "elder martial brother..."

"I can teach you for a while, not for a lifetime." Jiang Zheliu's voice had a kind of deep tiredness, but he seemed to insist on talking to him again, "you don't want to get involved in the affairs of the demon world. I'm afraid there will be changes behind it. I'm very scheming."

I wish Wu Xin could not say a word now.

He can only say in his heart, I will compensate you later, I will make amends to you later, I will treat you all my life.

But now

The abnormal "reason" in his mind prevailed.

"Get out of the way."

Jiang Zheliu said softly.

"Idle people in the wild can do nothing."

Zhu Wuxin looks at him deeply, but he still can't see his elder martial brother. He took a breath and led the people of Lingxiao sect behind him out of the way, watching the carriage go away slowly.

Zhu Wuxin looked for a long time, until the other party's last whereabouts disappeared in front of him, then he gathered back his sight and looked down at the Lingxiao sword in his hand.

Lin Qingxu came near and said in a low voice: "headmaster, then we..."

"You go back." Zhu Wuxin stared at the sword and said, "I have something to do."

Although Lin Qingxu couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do, he thought it would not be a good thing, so he nodded and said nothing more.

Before, Zhu Wuxin left Lingxiao sect for a long time, even people went to Danxin temple to visit xianzun... What is he doing.

After everyone left, Zhu Wuxin stretched out his hand and described the body of the sword Jiang Zheliu had just touched, trying to get some extra warmth from it.

But there's no afterheat.

"Elder martial brother..." Zhu Wuxin murmured, "you must go to Wanling palace, you must go..."

He opened his hand, looked at the dark mark on the palm, and then tightened it.

"I'll make amends with you then." I wish Wuxin a deep breath, "... I don't want anything else. Wuxin just wants you."

As for the others.

All those who covet his elder martial brother will die.

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The carriage went a long way.

A Chu and Chang Qian are worried to death. They take out all the medicines they brought back from Dan Xin Guan and choose them according to their effects. Fawn is to see tears are coming down, holding his hand said you don't sleep, you take the medicine first.

Although Jiang Zheliu was suffering, he was not able to die at once. He is the heavenly spirit body, which is feverish, and the Qi and blood attack the heart. The old wounds recur, and he can survive consciously.

In order not to let a Chu and Chang Qian worry too much, he took a lot of pills to relieve pain and recuperate. But in the end, I was so tired and sleepy that I fell asleep again.

Deep sleep is a mechanism by which the body protects itself.

He had never slept so deeply. His dreams had always been cold and cruel without any reason. But this time, he had never dreamed of anything.

When he opened his eyes again, a Chu put a new sprouting willow branch in the vase, which was so green that he shook his eyes.

Jiang Zheliu leaned on the inside of the bed, lost his mind for a long time, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, achu just lifted the car curtain and came in. Seeing that he woke up, he immediately came to the immortal brother.

Jiang Zheliu was stuffed with a handstove before he raised his head and said, "ah Chu."

"Well?"

"Tell Chang Qian to change the way."

A Chu Leng for a while, slowly open big eyes: "change, change course?"

"To Wanling palace."

Jiang Zheliu's voice was so low that he couldn't hear the emotion inside. Achu looked at him dully, feeling that everyone was going to be silly. He wanted to hold his arm and persuade him not to go, but he found that he couldn't persuade him.

"Brother..." ah Chu looked at him, speechless.

"According to the rules of the demon clan, his body will be dead for 49 days in the Wanling palace." Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and fiddled with the willow branches in the vase. "I'll give him a ride."

I've known each other for so many years.

The little devil won't do such a thing. The little devil won't cheat him. He listens to himself very much

But once upon a time, these people listened to him very much.

Jiang Zheliu took back his hand and coughed two times. He took the tea from achu's hand and pressed down the smell of fishy and sweet rust in his throat. His eyes drooped and his long snow eyelashes trembled slightly.

Ah Chu came to him and gathered his long hair painfully. He felt that brother Shenxian's hair was as cold as ice. He opened his mouth to talk, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he could only say: "brother, believe me, God must be towards you. You can live a long life and get married with the people you like. You are still young... "

"Am I still young?"

Jiang Zheliu looks at the back of her hands with frosty white hair and the snow-white hair falling down.

"I'm old."

He looked back.

After a long silence, achu heard his gentle sigh, and the slightly dumb voice accompanied by this sigh.

"... when you meet something without reason, you can't get old quickly."

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"If you meet something without reason, how can you not get old quickly" comes from the Han Dynasty's "return to the cart and drive to the gate", and another sentence is also very consistent, which is "life is not a golden stone, how can you live a long life?" But this poem itself is a poem to encourage self-improvement, the intention is very positive.

Liu Liu said that this sentence is not a superficial "encounter with no reason", but with the meaning of "easy to change but the people's heart, but the way so the people's heart is easy to change" (from Nalanxingde).

I'd like to give you some relief. I've recently found 3=

Is the king of the sea overturned

Yu Yanbai, born in the Fox family, is a natural sea king. He is beautiful and provocative.

All the Xiuzhen men he knew regarded him as moonlight, but he didn't know anything.

He didn't know what was wrong until he died in the hands of elder martial brother Heihua.

Too many people in Haide? It's said to be a rollover?

I'm not. I'm not! Why do you let me carry the pot when you secretly love me?

If I do it again, I will never go to sea again! Stay away from you!

*

After his rebirth, Yu Yanbai changed his mind.

Haiwang obediently at home, decided to play silly in the end, to find people he did not intend to know.

But there's someone... Who knows you too early to get through.

The elder martial brother's eyes were deep and his voice was low: "I've been closed for several years. What's the relationship between Yanbai and those men outside?"

Yu Yanbai looks innocent: "stranger."

Elder martial brother chuckled: "me too?"

Yu Yanbai is clever with his tail in his arms: "of course you are different."

You are... The enemy.

[what else can you do if you're a fox demon and you're not good enough to jump on the attack head every day? You'll be spoiled by any means and attack with evil intentions]

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