My Darling Sick Beauty

There are many sites in Tianji Pavilion, Wang Wenyuan's whereabouts are uncertain, and there is a special method of communication within the sect.

The surrounding area is quiet, only a small sound of water gushing from the indoor pool.

The material of this iron cage is extremely special. It is a seal instrument for monks. Although the appearance of forging is ordinary, but the effect is amazing.

Wang Wenyuan sat on one side. The parrot on the folding fan looked at him askew and flapped its wings. He picked up a piece of jade cigarette to amuse the bird and said casually, "since the Zen master doesn't speak, let's listen to my hexagram."

The parrot was filled by the smoke from his cigarette, and it seemed to touch a button. It stood up on one foot and heard a voice: "it's not long to die! My life is not long! Lingxiao sect is going to end! He's going to die, too! "

In the cage, master Mingjing slowly raises his eyes and looks out at the owner of Tianji Pavilion, who is dressed in Taoist clothes and has a loose look.

Wang Wenyuan looked up and said with a smile, "Zen master, is it right?"

Bright hands and feet are bound by chains, deeply tightening the skin, slowly dripping blood. The disciple of lanruo temple has been traveling all the year round. Since he left Danxin temple with Jiang xianzun, he went back to the world of mortals alone... But he didn't expect to be watched long ago.

The long gauze hat he was carrying was picked open by Wang Wenyuan, and the Buddha seal in his eyebrows was slightly glowing. After looking at the scene for a moment, Mingjing said, "benefactor Wang, why do you need this?"

Wang Wenyuan teased the bird for himself. Instead of answering, he grabbed the cigarette pole and knocked on the parrot's head. The flightless bird immediately hopped twice and said, "unprecedented change! After his death, the world is in chaos

The parrot became more and more manic and confused. At last, it flapped its wings askew, but it couldn't fly and fell into his heart.

Wang Wenyuan stared at the bird and laughed for a while. He didn't know what he was laughing at. Then he said, "I've suffered a lot in hexagrams, so I want to confirm this with Zen master. I don't want to offend lanruo temple, which is a hermit in the world. Please take safety as the most important thing and don't talk about the great righteousness of the world. I don't like to hear it. "

When he said that he suffered a loss, he really suffered a loss in the year of Ember because of misreading the hexagrams. He left a hand in Wang Moxuan, and the year of Ember also left room in the antidote of cone heart poison powder, so that the poison on his body did not completely untie.

But he didn't seem to care too much, as if he was looking forward to the game with ember year after that.

Mingjing looked at him silently, looked down at the bloodstains on his hands and feet, and said abruptly: "the Lord of Wang Laoge died in the suppression of demons."

His tone is light and gentle, but Wang Wenyuan, who has always been contemptuous and casual, looks slightly at him.

It was not only the battle in which the old Pavilion leader died, but also the battle in which Jiang Zheliu's reputation reached its peak. At that time, not long after Zhu Wenyuan's death, Jiang Zheliu was still young, though he was very well-known for his cultivation. Therefore, the battle was under the command of Tianji Pavilion leader, one of the leaders of the four immortals. Because of the attack of the demons, the old Pavilion leader was seriously injured and fell. Jiang Zheliu took over the follow-up affairs.

It was also from then on that he really became the head of the immortal sect.

"When the old Pavilion leader was seriously injured, master Jiang protected his Dharma for three days, day and night, and almost exhausted his aura." Zen master Mingjing looked at him and said, "why don't you care about love, benefactor?"

Wang Wenyuan turned the folding fan in his hand for a moment, and said with a smile on his face: "I advise Zen master not to study these grudges, otherwise it will damage your respect for master Jiang."

Mingjing didn't speak for a long time. Then he saw the person in front of him pull a seat and sit in front of him. He said condescending, "just tell me the result of the causal deduction of lanruo temple. I won't embarrass a Buddhist disciple who can't leave the world."

Mingjing was caught in the cage after the attack. To protect him, there were many wounds on his body that were punctured and fixed by the sword. The blood was dried up and dyed dark red.

He bowed his head and recited a Buddhist name: "Amitabha."

It seems that I'm not going to talk about it.

As Wang Wenyuan had expected, he reached out and went in through the gap between the cages. His fingertips slid slowly over each other's plain white robes.

"All the Buddhist practices in lanruo temple are pure Yang." He stopped his finger on the Buddhist beads on the other side's chest. "The nun of the evil way, she should like it very much."

Mingjing raises her eyes and looks at Wang Wenyuan's smiling ink eyes.

"Zen master," he took back his hand, "I really don't want to hurt you, and you don't want me to... Do this kind of thing that destroys people's practice."

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Zhongnan mountain.

After the snow, there was two days of night rain. Although it was light rain, it lingered all night, melting the heavy snow and condensing into frost.

The temperature has picked up, and the new drugs of Ember year have indeed achieved better results. Now they are bottled in cold jade like snowflakes, pasted with a thin layer of red paper, and placed on the table.

The pill bottle is very beautiful. It doesn't even have a bitter taste. It emits a light fragrance from the inside to the outside.

Yu Jinnian sat in front of the patients who refused to cooperate.

"What do you have to worry about. Can you really ruin you just by hearing the good fortune of the Lord? " Ember years to refine a new drug, although this bottle of pill has no effect on long-term healing, but can temporarily improve his physical strength, mild effect, will not damage the body“ You've been burning for nine days. If you go on, don't ask me what's wrong. There's no cure for the medicine stone. I'm not lucky. "

Jiang Zheliu has been sleepy for a long time these days, and it's hard to lift his spirits all the time. He listened to each other's speech quietly, and didn't know how to tell his difficulties. After a long time, he said: "the way of the demons..."

"I know." In the year of Ember, he was not very serious and slightly ambiguous. In the next moment, he immediately restrained himself. He seemed worried and advised, "it's OK. We've been studying it for a long time. We can't do anything harmful to you. Even if you really don't get used to it, you can start with... Er, dawdle? "

Jiang Zheliu didn't know how the other side said this. He looked at the year of Ember for a while and said, "you seem to be looking forward to it."

"Cough." After seeing Huang Wen's numerous medical saints, you coughed and explained perfunctorily: "I don't expect that much... I just think that master Jiang has been reduced to such a day. It sounds a little... Pleasant."

What a bad taste it is.

Jiang Zheliu slowly lowered his head and took a sip of tea, with a flat tone: "you are happy now. If I really agree, I can collect the corpse for me tonight."

"It's not that serious..." year of Ember questioned him and made a fuss, "don't the demons have children? Look at Chang Qian. Isn't he born across races? "

Jiang Zheliu has some resistance, but the main problem of resistance is not sleeping with the little devil, but because his thing is really unacceptable: "yes, it's very serious."

It feels like it's going through him.

No, life matters.

The spirit of heaven burned for nine days. It was as dry as a piece of jade. When he said this, he still had a headache. Naoren jumped abruptly. He couldn't help rubbing his temple for a while. He closed his eyes and said, "you don't understand... Although the demons don't have a good brain, they still have some special skills."

Ember year Leng: "what specialty?"

The demons are tall, stupid, reckless and rude. They don't seem to have any special talent.

Jiang Zheliu gave him a quiet look.

Ember year's mind seems to be hit by some strange information, followed by a brief silence for a moment, then reached out and pushed the pill bottle forward, hesitated and said: "no matter how hard you are, you can't be a child. You see, people are also a demon. It's not the same thing to be wronged by you every day." Of course, it's not because of this. Your body can't burn any more. The blood flow in your body is getting slower and slower these days. Can you feel it? "

Jiang Zheliu actually has some feelings.

After seeing his reaction, Yu Jinnian knew that the other party was aware of it. He was relieved, and then said, "you can try with Wen renzunzhu. If it works, it's best. If it doesn't work..."

His words, don't know what to think of, and took out a brocade box from the storage tool, look very distressed: "you let him give you... To adapt."

In fact, his speech was rather implicit, not too direct.

Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly. He didn't know what he was taking out. He reached out to open the copper lock of the brocade box and took a look at it.

His fingers suddenly froze, pressing on the knuckle outside the brocade box with a little force, his joints slowly fainted pink, and his fingertips were red.

Yu Jinnian also felt that he was good for him. A beautiful but full of gossip face came up to him and said sincerely: "all of them are top-quality warm jade. When you touch them, they will get hot. Maybe it's better than Lord mozun. Your constitution just wants to make you emotional, but you won't distinguish between real people and props..."

Before he finished, he saw Jiang Zheliu drop his hand and put the other hand's cup on the table, making a clear sound.

If Jiang Zheliu hadn't remembered that he was a senior, I'm afraid this cup of tea would not have been so stable on the table.

The words of the year of Ember suddenly stopped, and said with a smile: "well, you can help yourself. I'll go back and dredge the channels for the little mute."

As soon as he finished, he immediately got up and left the pine house, not giving Jiang Zheliu a chance to attack.

But Jiang Zheliu's temper has been very good since he retired, and he doesn't really mean to be angry. He took another look at the brocade box and saw that the warm jade from thin to thick was in a row. The color was soft. It looked really good quality, but the use was too much to break through his bottom line.

Jiang Zheliu didn't care about it. He had a bad headache. He didn't even take a few mouthfuls of the medicine from achu, so he went back to the screen to have a rest.

Until I came back in the evening.

It seems that there are a lot of things to be busy in the night of Wen Ren recently. In the daytime, he is often absent. He only returns to the pine house when the night is full. The next day, he stays for a short time. When Jiang Zheliu wakes up, he returns to the demon world.

There was a cold rain in Zhongnan mountain at night. It's snowy and rainy. It's weird and cold.

The upstairs windows were closed, and the small stove was on fire all the year round, making a sporadic crackling sound. The candle flickered, drawing out a soft and faint shadow.

I heard that the cloak outside was untied at night. There was rain on it, and the cold was pressing. He left his cape at the door and entered the room after a little transition.

There is a bottle of elixir on the table, which was told to him before the year of Ember. It's well refined. It's fragrant and sweet. It doesn't smell like medicine.

He picked up the cold jade pill bottle, then looked at the brocade box which was slightly opened beside him, and his eyes suddenly stagnated.

... this.

It's a bit of a test of the brain capacity and way of thinking of the devil.

He slowly rolled the Adam's apple, picked up the brocade box, lifted the lid, and glanced at the contents.

... it's like this.

... he understood.

Wen renye immediately completed the dialogue between the two people in his mind, took a deep breath, and felt that he must not let the other side down. Then he was so nervous that he almost turned and smoothed his way of thinking before he took the brocade box and went around the screen.

The bed was white, with hair and clothes on it. It was white and tidy, without any dust. His long hair was cold, moist, frosty and white. It was soft and fell down on his shoulders.

When I heard that my throat was tight at night, I didn't know where I was nervous. In short, I was very nervous. He sat down by the bed, took off his boots, put his hand in the quilt, and slowly put it around his shoulder.

The breath of pines and cypresses is familiar and reassuring.

Jiang Zheliu didn't wake up. He just buried his head in the quilt and pressed his arm to sleep.

Since the other party was injured and recuperated, what he saw most at night was his sleeping appearance. No matter when he saw it, he was still full of heart and love.

Even if Jiang Zheliu just sleeps, he can watch it all day.

Wen renye lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with the magic horn that came out. He arched the other side's eyes a little vaguely. Then he put the pills in the cold jade medicine bottle in his mouth and kissed him.

There is no room for rejection. I don't know how to make this pill. Is it liquorice? It's sweet and Zizi. It turns into water soon after entering the mouth. It's cool and flows down the throat.

On the surface, Jiang Zheliu seems to wake up, but he hasn't recovered. Subconsciously, he thinks it's a special preserved fruit or preserved fruit brought back by the other party. For a moment, he doesn't think about the medicine. After swallowing it, he just feels sweet. He narrows his eyes and licks his lips.

So cute.

It's like a big cat sucking in cat Mint at night. It's almost delirious. He bowed his head and bit each other, then asked, "do you want to eat more?"

"... well."

Jiang Zheliu had a headache all day. He was soft and weak. He closed his eyes in his arms and gave a dull reply.

After hearing that, he was in full bloom at night. Through the wrong brain repair, he came to the wrong conclusion and totally misunderstood the other party's meaning. He thought that Xiao Liushu was determined to fight with him.

The idea is a little naive and the action is not slow at all.

Jiang Zheliu tasted sweetness again. At this time, he slightly recovered and asked: "what is this?"

"It's medicine." The little devil held him in his arms, his eyes bright and full of vitality. "Don't worry. I'm sure it won't hurt

... what won't hurt... Medicine?

Jiang Zheliu's mind ran dully for a while. After a long time, he suddenly understood the meaning of the other party. Before he moved back, his body was held tightly.

The little devil is a little bit urgent and shy. Although I don't know why he is shy, this shyness is just right, not deliberate at all, full of young people's... Lively.

He said.

"I see what you mean! I started with the youngest one. Ember year gave me ointment, there are several types, I don't know which one you like Why don't we all try... "

Jiang Zheliu's mind was buzzing in the sea and he was completely awake.

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Wenrenye: I understand!

Liu Liu:?????? You don't understand!

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