My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Zheliu has guessed many things.

But he does worry, which is similar to the little devil's idea. When he can get rid of the bad habits he often worries about, he will really get rid of the shackles of the dust net.

He thought that the fairyland was far away, and it was hard for people with blood debts to get along with the way.

As long as Jiang Zheliu thinks about it, he will have a headache gradually. He can't think about the world. The more he thinks about it, the more serious his headache will become, as if it were an invisible warning from the spirit.

But this is not something that can be controlled for a while.

A few days later, the burn on the hand has recovered. The birds in the mountains are flying away, and there is no sound. Lingxiao sword stands lonely in its original place. The pattern on the sword is like an eye gazing at eternity and accompanies him in silence.

On a snowy night, Jiang Zheliu played chess with Wang Moxuan for half a night. Little dumb can't say anything, seems to be the best listener.

"It's going too fast. Think about it."

The lights are flickering, and the sound of the river's broken willows is quiet.

Wang Moxuan raised his eyes and looked at him silently. For a moment, I didn't know whether master Qingjiang was really talking about his move, or he was talking about something else.

"Do you want another look?" The other side asked in a low voice.

Wang Moxuan followed his words and looked around the game for a while. Then he shook his head and indicated that he didn't have to change the game.

He knows that he can't get rid of Jiang Zheliu. Even if he finds such a defect in the layout, he doesn't really want to change it.

The shadow of the lamp is very long. When the smell of herbal medicine comes out of the medicine stove downstairs, the wind blows the window screen in the middle of the night, and the snow is covered with plum blossoms, the year of embers will come and lead people back as usual.

He knocked on the side of the bamboo curtain, leaned against the door and said, "master, it's time to return the little mute to me! He's been with you all day. Tut, you two can suffocate me... "

Wang Moxuan stopped, stood up and nodded goodbye to the willow. Then he went down from the second floor and took the noisy doctor away.

It's the same every night, it's the end of the game.

Everything was as usual, a little too calm. The night wind outside the window is rolling snowflakes and crashing against the wooden windows. Fawn fell asleep on the table downstairs. After boiling the medicine, Chang Qian was staring at Li Tong, cooling and drying it with the medicine cup, and yawned bored.

Time is easy, if you can end up with it, it's a good ending.

He sat under the candlelight, took out from the bookcase a volume of ancient books which he had seen half of the last time, put it on his knee, turned to the previous page, but gave a finger before turning it.

Long and thin Buddhist signs fall out of the folder of ancient books.

When he was sleepy, he put the Buddhist sign in the book to distinguish the progress, but then he forgot.

Jiang Zheliu held out his hand and picked up the sign. His eyes stopped on the four prophecies and whispered: "body dream... Two former allies."

He has no previous alliance with the little devil.

Jiang Zheliu looked at it for a while, reached out and rubbed his aching eyebrows. Not long after he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of the wooden window being knocked open.

... huh?

He opened his eyes and saw a woman in a mask appear out of the window on the second floor. He opened the closed window with her claws.

Jiang Zheliu quietly watched her open the wooden window and drill her head in, with a cold wind and broken snow.

"The queen." Gongyi Yan's dark blue eyes stared at him, "I'm here to deliver things."

Jiang Zheliu sighed for the door-to-door mode of the demon world and said: "the window is a little narrow. It's hard."

"It's not hard." The female devil stretched out her hand and pulled the Falcon mask on her face to completely cover her face. Then he drilled his head and shoulders in, reached out and handed a piece of rope to Jiang Zheliu.

It seems that it is to be used to replace the resurrection stone. There are many small seal inscriptions on it. There are demons and demons, and even the fine spirit stone decorated on it is different. It seems that it has been prepared for a long time. The black color is the bottom, and the style is very colorful.

"Said the Lord Gongyi Yan said, "he will come to accompany you after he is busy these days."

Although she said that, it didn't prevent her from thinking that the Lord's mouth was deceiving. There was no definite number of such things as launching a war. I don't know how long this continuous busyness will last.

Just as Jiang Zheliu reached out to pick him up, the big devil suddenly folded his fingers again, looked at his neck and said, "I'll wear it for you."

... stuck in the window, still so energetic?

Don't wait for his mouth to refuse, the other side came a little bit, thin waist smoothly through, and then spread out his hand, put the pendant on his neck down.

Jiang Zheliu was afraid that he would let others fall down again, so he didn't say much.

It turns out that both men and women, regardless of their IQ and EQ, are somewhat naive, but the way they behave is not the same.

Gongyi Yan's breath is very cold, because she has been guarding outside, covered with the wind and chill of the snowy night. It's a little chilly to be close to her, but as a demon, her restless and depressed feeling is exactly the same as that of Wenren night.

She changed the rope of the pendant for the queen. When she touched the resurrection stone with her fingers, she suddenly felt something similar to a crack. Her action stopped suddenly and looked up at the river broken willow.

Jiang Zheliu also looked at her: "what's the matter?"

Gongyi Yan was silent for a moment, and then said: "jiangxianzun."

"Well."

"Have you ever thought about what we should do in a hundred years?"

This question is very calm, like a small stone into the lake, the splash of waves is very subtle, layer upon layer to spread and open.

In fact, Jiang Zheliu didn't think about it. He silently gazed at the demon family in front of him and slowly said: "even if it is the tradition of the demon world, we can't force the Demon Lord to end up alone."

Gongyi Yan did not speak, but turned the resurrection stone in his hand, took his hand and touched it in the crack.

The power of external things will not last long. Like a candle with oil and a fire with firewood, it will burn out one day.

Jiang shuliu was stunned.

He has no accomplishments. Even if he is still in the realm of the golden immortal, he is not as sharp as before. If he is not led to find such a tiny crack, he may find it a long time later.

Although treasure can make ten li flowers bloom, it is not inexhaustible. His life was painstakingly continued, every day and night.

"... thank you very much." Jiang Zheliu took the pendant and put it back on. He was choked by the cold wind outside and wanted to cough. But on business, Yi Yan was opposite. He covered his lips and tried to be calm. "I mistook him. I'll try to find a way..."

"What can I do?"

Gongyi's face is cold.

Although she asked, she didn't seem to want an answer. Instead, she blurted out her words.

Jiang Zheliu looked at her for a moment and said, "for the people I love, I'll put out the war for the innocent. What do you think? "

Gongyi Yan was stunned. After a long time, she said gently: "you know."

"Well." Jiang Zheliu stands up, presses the sign on his hand back into the ancient books, and beckons Gong Yiyan to come in“ Close the window

It's too cold for him.

The female devil in the mask came in and turned to close the window. Then he saw Jiang Zheliu in white, spreading out her writing paper and dipping it in ink.

The two words "Tibi" are the taboo of Qinglong Zhenjun. This letter is for demon world.

She sat by and stared at Jiang Zheliu, writing word by word. Her handwriting was elegant and fluent, sharp and introverted. Like herself, it seemed to be a mediation letter to the demon world.

"The four immortals in Xiuzhen world, except lanruo temple, are all decadent and dilapidated. Taking this opportunity, we can clean up at one stroke, kill all those who are not in the right mind, break the ranks of the immortals, and make those who are able to take the lead

"And if the demons want to enter the real world, they must fight for the demon world first, so as to make use of it. Qinglin is hard to stand on his own. He does not dare to stand on the edge, but he is not willing to give in for thousands of miles. Now if it is such a standoff, it is because of it. "

In the middle of his speech, he coughed a few times with his lips covered. He was just hit by the snowstorm and still felt uncomfortable.

"I wrote a letter for my friend and asked her to cooperate with Wen renye to create a serious internal friction between the two circles. "We should lure the unruly people of all factions to attack and kill them when they get into the net. We should take external troubles as the rope to eliminate the internal worries, and take it as the rope to pull out the deeply rooted interest factions step by step." He continued to narrate all the way, "the world of cultivation is connected with the world of human beings, and there are countless caves, and there are more than ten million uncultivated places to use. It's just that these places won't be given over to the demon world easily. If you want to kill them, you can. But there shouldn't be any unprovoked killing. "

"Under the influence of the sword, we will see results. Otherwise, it will be hard to get through the debt. "

Jiang Zheliu finished writing the letter, sealed the envelope, pressed it under his finger, and added: "all the four immortals have mountain gates. It's very difficult to break them. I'm afraid they can't succeed at one stroke. We should take our time."

Gongyi Yan had been stunned for a long time, and then he came back to himself and said, "we... We have a way."

"Well." Jiang Zheliu didn't ask much, "I can't say what the final result will be. The atmosphere of your demon world is very special. It's an unpredictable part of me." Can I give you this letter? "

She had no reason to say no.

Gongyi Yan has been to get this letter, also feel the mind buzzing. She didn't even react for a moment. For the huge world of cultivation, is it right to cut off the stumps and get new life? It doesn't even reflect that Jiang xianzun has such an attitude.

She looked at each other across the mask and said, "you... You are going to destroy the Lingxiao sect."

Break the four Immortals' restrictions and obstacles, and let the new forces flow in. Lingxiao sect is the first of the four immortal sects.

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak. After a long time, he coughed and laughed helplessly.

"Can't you not say it?"

Gongyi Yan immediately shut up, turned to open the window, and jumped down.

Jiang Zheliu was about to close the window when he saw a hand sticking out from below and struggling to close it.

It's you.

The medicine downstairs had been airing for a long time. After a while, Chang Qian, who was asleep accidentally, took the medicine bowl and rubbed his eyes and sent it up. After smelling it in the room, he noticed that there was a little smell of other people.

"Brother?" He handed the medicine to Jiang Zheliu and blinked, "has anyone been here?"

"No The one who came was not a person. "Are you asleep?"

"Well." Chang Qian was a little embarrassed. He looked at Jiang Zheliu for a while and suddenly said, "don't you feel very well?"

It's not just discomfort. When he was talking about those things, he had a terrible headache, and he still hasn't retired. It's just that he's very tolerant of pain, and there's nothing particularly obvious about it.

"A little bit." He said, "are you sleepy? You go back to sleep. "

Chang Qian shook his head anxiously, reached out and touched each other's forehead. He was relieved when he didn't feel hot. He said, "when my little uncle comes back, if I know you're not feeling well, I'll be too anxious to sleep."

Jiang Zheliu took a sip of the medicine, closed his eyes and thought about the scene. He said with a smile, "then he'd better come back early, while I'm not angry."

Chang Qian was stunned for a moment, but didn't understand: "why... Did my brother miss him?"

"Well." Jiang Zheliu took a look at the lampstand. Tears ran out and his eyes were full of sparks. The taste of the medicine diffused in the mouth, gradually aggravated and continued.

"The face of the world, see one side less one side, should not leave regret."

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It's hard all the time, the only death.

But for the netherworld, death is not the end, but the starting point.

In the secret room of Tianji Pavilion, the lights were rekindled.

Wang Wenyuan, a folding fan in white, sat waiting. He poured a cup of tea. The foam rose and fell on the water.

He's waiting for someone.

Until the night is at its peak, a section of decadent river flows out from the ground of the chamber of secrets. I wish the unintentional figure can be displayed in the water flow through magic.

To be exact, what is the control of "wish no heart".

This body is well preserved. Through the ghost cultivation of Qiwen on the body, he Zuoshi can use the technique of attachment to open his eyes again. At the same time, this body also experienced some special refining, hiding the breath.

Wang Wenyuan got up and saluted, "he Zunzhu."

What seems to be crooked head, the bone between the neck creaks a crisp sound. He stretched out in the child's body for a while, then stepped forward, sat down beside Wang Wenyuan, squinted and said, "what's the matter? Can I help you? "

If it wasn't for the demon world, the demons would have been at the door by this time, and there was no chance to discuss countermeasures.

Wang Wenyuan stroked the folding fan with one hand, and said with a smile: "Lord he has already made some yuan gods leave the bottom of the Styx River by the way of body attachment. If I didn't guide Zhu Wuxin to go to the underworld to find the elder, how could you reach an agreement?"

"It's a pity that your stratagem is useless." He seemed to lick his fangs. "Although Wen renye is crazy, as long as Jiang Zheliu is by his side, he can keep it at any time... There are only two huge chains left, but there is no chance to guide him to fight with me."

Wang Wenyuan knocked on the folding fan and said, "if Jiang Zheliu is not here?"

He Suo seems to move his eyes and stare at him.

"You want me to kill him?"

"If the result of my calculation is good, his time is near, but... It needs a little push." Wang Wenyuan stopped for a moment, "and Wen renye will surely protect him like an iron bucket. As long as you start, you will be perceived. How dare you kill him?"

He Suo seemed to pull the corners of his mouth: "why, do you have anything important to tell him?"

"Naturally." Wang Wenyuan gave a smile, took out the cicada and put it on the desk. "Lin Qingxu gave Zhu Wuxin the Wutong Hanqing powder. How can he not let xianzun know about it?"

His younger martial brother, who had loved him for thousands of years, died under the Lingxiao sword. How could there be no tortuous secret?

"The head of Xianmen." Wang Wenyuan unfolded the folding fan, "but it's a huge joke."

Ho Suo looked at him with interest for a moment, and didn't seem to understand each other: "the demon clan is about to attack, you still want to kill him. It's no use feeling or reason. "

"Yu Li, he is still alive, no one can lead the cultivation world. In love... "Wang Wenyuan's eyes were dim." since Lord he wants to hear people's night and fight with you, this is the best chance, and this can also solve the urgent need of the real world, isn't it? "

"I think you've got a problem with your mind." He seemed to yawn and said lazily, "this is an excuse. You don't have the world of cultivation in your eyes. You only have interests and hatred, and they are becoming more and more extreme."

He manipulated Zhu Wuxin's body and took a sip of tea. Then he coughed bitterly and said, "is this poison on your body going to your brain?"

With his eyesight, we can see that Wang Wenyuan's breathing is not very smooth because he is still affected by the poison powder.

"He Zun Zhu." Wang Wenyuan looked at him and said, "there are no interests and hatred. No matter how you do it, it's not extreme."

He stood up, passed the lighted lamp in the secret room, and dropped the black cloth in front of a wall.

Behind the black cloth is a room. There are only three walls, and the opposite side is a railing made of black iron.

Inside sat a monk in white.

The white monk's robe was covered with blood. The lute bone was locked by the hook and couldn't move. But clothes flat, it seems that there is no other bullying. Humiliation, silent eyes closed, not a word.

Wang Wenyuan turned to see what he was looking for, and said, as if thinking about it, how about giving it to Lord he as a reward

He Suo seems to move his eyes and stare at him with a smile: "successor of lanruo temple, you are so brave."

"Lord he is the same person." Wang Wenyuan said, "even if the Zen master takes the medicine, he has no response to the evil nun. I don't think it's possible for the nun to extort a confession. It's better to give it to the Lord."

He made a pause.

"In this way, whether the Zen master is emotional or not, it will not hinder the use of the master."

As a body use, and simple use of two words, but completely different meaning.

"The spirit of Guixiu infused into the body of the Buddhist disciples." What seems to be dumbfounded smile, "Lan if the temple guy will look for me desperately."

He stood up and approached with Zhu Wuxin's young face. When he raised his hand, a cold dark ghost passed through the iron fence and lifted the hat veil on master Mingjing's head.

There is a bright red mole on his eyebrow.

He looked for a moment, slowly raised his lips, full of joy, said: "you don't say, I kind of want to see that group of bald donkeys, but I live too long, they don't know me."

He seems to be talking about something regrettable. The ghost gas on his fingers corrodes the railing. He reaches in and melts the hook on Mingjing's shoulder.

"Little monk." He said with a smile, "there is also a Buddhist monk in the netherworld who says that he wants to cross the evil spirits of heaven and earth, otherwise he will never get the Buddha's throne. Who is he?"