My Darling Sick Beauty

The Zen master did not answer him.

Since he was locked up by Wang Wenyuan, he has hardly opened his mouth and only said a few words.

So it is today. Mingjing can still keep silent.

He didn't seem to care. His ghost spirit swirled around and corroded the iron cage in front of him. He dissolved all the iron hooks on the little monk's body, and then raised his arm to carry him out.

When he didn't start, he didn't think that he was just locked but couldn't move. Now when he started, he found that he didn't struggle at all, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't use his strength.

The bright and pure Buddhist body is sealed, as soft as a puppet.

There are many miraculous skills in Tianji Pavilion, including the skills of temporary cultivation... All of which were once used on Wang Moxuan. The two brothers are half brothers. The second young master in exile is naturally unsophisticated and pure, but Wang Wenyuan, who is raised in Tianji Pavilion, is suspicious, sensitive, selfish and fickle.

It's not surprising that they will develop into such a hostile relationship.

He Suisi reached out his hand and gently pressed it on Mingjing's back neck. After confirming that there were no other strange techniques and poisons in his body, he withdrew his hand.

He doesn't want to be threatened by such a future generation who knows how to predict the secrets of heaven. Under the cooperation, it's the limit for each to get what he needs.

This silent and motionless Buddhist monk is trapped in his arms. If he doesn't still have breath and heartbeat, he almost doesn't look like a living creature. What seems to let Mingjing lie on his shoulder, do not feel that the other party can cause him any threat.

In fact, there are very few people who can pose a threat to anything. If you think about it seriously, it's just the heyday of Jiang Zheliu and today's night of hearing people.

"He Zun Zhu."

His steps were stopped, and Wang Wenyuan's voice came from behind.

"In addition to the things recorded by the cicada, there is another thing. Please convey it to him for me."

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Wen renye left for more than two months.

When Gong Yiyan's letter arrived, it was really in the deadlock between the two circles. Hearing that people hold the ink knife quenched by the broken pearl at night, the danger is extremely high. However, Qinglin really refused to give up the land of thousands of miles. In the case of continuous disagreement, this letter not only broke the deadlock, but also showed Jiang Zheliu's attitude.

The two communities agreed on an agreement, changed the plan and understood each other's needs. At the same time, although Wen renye still sent Gong Yiyan back to guard the willow, he was also very guilty.

The other party's insight is too fast and his attitude is too soft. Recently, he always felt uneasy and worried that Jiang Zheliu would destroy his body and mind.

The good doesn't work, the bad does.

Jiang Zheliu really has a headache recently because of his uncontrollable expansion of thoughts. He tries his best to avoid thinking about the war situation, the world affairs, and the aftermath. But this kind of dull headache is like a relapse of chronic disease, which grows and spreads deeply in his body, and can not be avoided without a moment of patience.

I've seen it twice in the year of Ember. He didn't know that Jiang Zheliu had already known the whole thing. Talk to him, but also to continue to play their own that is not superb acting.

This kind of headache caused by the decline of spirit, let alone the year of embers, even the great Luo Jinxian was helpless. Doctor Saint your heart suddenly jump, and can't say straight, can only give him pain pill.

He didn't know that the effect of resurrection stone began to fade.

When everything is poor, it's just the length of time.

In the year of Ember, even the little mute's Curse of lock can't be solved. Even if the medical skills are top, they are often trapped in problems.

Compared with the year of embers, Jiang Zheliu's mood has always been very calm.

The candle swayed and lengthened its tail, and the light and shadow staggered on the ground in front of it. Gradually, the shadow under the candle began to shake.

Jiang Zheliu was reading a book. At first, he felt that he was tired of reading. He had an illusion in his sight. Until he saw the shadow under the candle slowly merging together, he pressed down the book and looked at it silently.

He watched the shadow in front of him gradually expand, like a special shuttle technique.

Chu went out to collect medicine, but he didn't come back. Even in the bamboo garden on one side, Wang Moxuan is just a doctor who has no power to bind a chicken. His fighting power is really of no value.

And the art of two circles shuttling, when he heard about people's night meeting, he could see who was coming, so he didn't have to involve other people in the dangerous area.

Jiang Zheliu's reaction was very quick, and his way of thinking was extremely calm, even with a little bit of choice and a quick sense of cruelty.

"Long time no see." The man who came out of the shadow had no color at first. His color seemed to be dyed up a little bit. He gradually showed Zhu Wuxin's appearance and face. With his appearance, he showed a smile but not a smile, "Jiang xianzun?"

"He Zun Zhu." Jiangzheliu road.

... I don't know if gongyiyan can come back, and I don't know if the Lord of the nether world, who uses other people's physical activities, can give full play to his fighting power.

At this moment, his mind began to ache faintly.

"The demons really don't pay attention to Guixiu. They are a group of careless idiots." He seemed to stretch his waist, as if he had to adapt to his body every time. He casually sat across the river and poured out his hand for tea. "The arrangement of the border is very complicated, but only against the living people." Xiao Liu, when did you kick that demon out? It's hard to use your brain, and it's not good for future generations. "

Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly: "Xiao Liu?"

"It's my new name." What seems to squint, like a lazy snake, "you see your younger martial brother, is this more pleasing?"

From that day, when Zhu Wuxin's body was put away, Jiang Zheliu had this premonition. Now it is expected to come true, though not surprising, but still a bit uncomfortable.

He pressed the discomfort, looked at each other from beginning to end, and commented: "not as good as before."

He Sixiao nodded with a smile, and then said: "after Guixiu got into the fresh corpse, he could eat the memory of the original owner... This baby's head is really an eye opener to me."

Jiang Zheliu gazed at him in silence.

"Compared with infatuation, I think what he yearns for is not necessarily the friendship between you in the past, but your special tenderness to him." He said while drinking tea, "I don't see his memory of being so impressed by the tenderness of others."

He didn't get a response, so he went on.

"I didn't expect that you used to have a good relationship. How did you gradually evolve into what you looked like at that time?" He Suo seemed to hold his chin and smile. "The younger martial brother you spoiled and raised was killed by you. I don't believe you have no fluctuation in your heart."

With this face, he made the expression that Zhu Wuxin didn't show for many years. Later, he seldom laughed, but was dull and speechless.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and finally said, "I've gone astray, but I can't come back from death."

"It sounds so... After all, I've been dead for so many years." In fact, he feels that chatting with him is quite interesting, but Jiang Zheliu's alienation is too obvious, so he has no desire to talk any more. Instead, he takes out the cicada Wang Wenyuan gave him from his sleeve.

The cicada's belly moved and recited the words recorded on that day.

The room is silent, only the cicada chirping. The breeze passed by the window, and the flickering candle was trembling and almost extinguished.

Jiang Zheliu pressed her finger on the book and gradually exerted her strength, making her bones white.

He took a look at his face, exactly.

"After you leave, Lingxiao sect is really a mess." He zhisi said with a smile, "fight for power and profit, design conspiracy, mean and dirty, such as the vine that absorbs nutrients from human flesh and blood, after sucking your blood, you will no longer be needed."

Jiang Zheliu's doubts have come true.

If you don't want to be raised by him, even if you have defects, you should not die because of sin, but

What seems to change a movement, reach out to fiddle with the porcelain cap above the tea cup, lazy way: "Jiang xianzun, you have nothing to say?"

There's something else to say.

He raised Zhu Wuxin by himself and managed Lingxiao school by himself, but it was difficult to support a single tree in the end. The four immortals have begun to deviate from the track under the long-term comfort. Now, the head of the immortal gate he built has been destroyed by him.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and put half of the scroll on the desk.

His fingers were shaking slightly, but he didn't want to be seen shaking, so he restrained them very slightly. Knuckles slowly curled into the sleeve, not a trace revealed.

"What is done is done."

Jiang Zheliu's voice is as indifferent as usual.

He looked at him with a little surprise. After a while, he said, "if it wasn't for the little magic wand that your time is coming, I'm afraid I really don't want to keep you... Xiao Liu, see clearly in the next life, some of the burdens can't be taken over at will."

"Thank you for the reminder." Jiang Zheliu laughed, "it's a pity that I don't have an afterlife."

After ordinary people die, they are transformed into the river Styx. After the monk died, the spirit returned to heaven and earth, scattered into the true spirit, and would not enter reincarnation. Only the monks with high accomplishments and difficulties can have the road of reincarnation after protecting the Dharma. Without the purification of the Styx River, they can have the memory of previous life.

Jiang Zheliu has no afterlife. He has only realm and no accomplishments.

The north wind suddenly tightened and the snow rolled against the window. On one side of the candlestick, tears gradually flow down with the fire, condensing like blood.

"Didn't you dream about him?" Why do you say, "don't you tell me?"

"No Jiang Zheliu's hand trembled a little severely. He tightened his finger bones and put his nails in his palm, but his expression was still cold and indifferent. The snow was black and his pupils were colder than the frost on the pine branches“ You don't have to dream to torment me since you've parted

What seems to smile slowly: "how is torture. He intentionally injured you and indirectly killed you, and then you killed him yourself. Isn't that a balance of gratitude and resentment? "

"Good and bad." Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and opened his eyes again. "I don't know what kind of grudge I have with Tianji Pavilion."

Wang Wenyuan was aimed at him from the very beginning. The position of the head of the immortal gate was certainly attractive, but it would not have been so attractive if he had not taken it from Jiang Zheliu. His interests are based on a kind of gratitude and resentment which is hard to see. On the surface, it is to seek interests, but in fact, it seems to ease his hidden hatred.

Jiang Zheliu suddenly thinks of Wang Moxuan who is full of curse and poison.

"Tut, that wand has something to ask you." He almost can't remember, "he wants to ask you... Is there anything guilty about being worshipped and admired for hundreds of years?"

When a man sits at home, a pot comes from the sky. Jiang Zheliu looks at each other with a little doubt.

"His father is the most famous person since your master died. He was seriously injured and fell, which can pave the way for Jiang xianzun." He Sixiao said with a smile, "the little god stick once rushed into the room before his father died. He saw that the body of the old Pavilion leader was injured by Lingxiao sword. That's what he told me

"Xiao Liu." He seemed to like the name, "did you kill people?"

"It's me," he sighed

As if he had heard something about the secret of the immortal gate, he opened his eyes in surprise: "what do you say?"

"The mental skill of Tianji pavilion has some defects. Although it can explore and break Tianji, it has the risk of being possessed." Jiang Zheliu had a bad headache. He felt that his left half was exploding, as if his left ear could not hear any more. He stopped for a moment, and said simply, "the Lord of Wang Laoge was intrigued by evil cultivation, and he was on the verge of attack, regardless of the enemy and ourselves. After I killed him, in order to protect the reputation of the four immortals, I didn't mention that the mind method was possessed. "

The cause of the death of the leader of Tianji Pavilion is still seriously injured. Few people knew about it in those years, such as living in seclusion, retiring, and rehabilitation.

"Ah

In such a short sentence, he was very tired. He raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed a few times, and said in a low voice, "I advise you to go back and talk to Wang Wenyuan, and ask him if he also has this tendency."

"Possessed?" He said, "you don't think he's normal, either?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't want to talk any more. He was buzzing in his mind. The pain was as if he was about to split. The organs that are being repaired and maintained ache again, like a crack in a vase that has been glued, and every fragment is falling down with powder.

Blood stasis flooded the throat, a fishy sweet.

He Suo Si stares at him a way: "you are as expected time is coming."

Only such two pieces of news, with such a degree of negative emotion fluctuation, can crush his body and turn his long-term warm cultivation into nothingness.

Jiang Zheliu swallowed the fishy sweetness and didn't want to be too embarrassed. His palms were all in cold sweat. At this time, he buckled the armrest of the seat, but he didn't use any force. He just put it there.

He knows what the purpose is. The other party wants to leave the river Styx. There are only a few people in the world who can break the chain of communication. They work hard on him just to make people crazy.

As for why we don't kill him now, maybe we don't want to be cut down by the furious madman and then fight to death... Maybe the other side has other moves

Jiang Zheliu has to admire that he can still think about this kind of thing. He can not only clearly feel the pain of long absence, but also feel the vitality of the resurrection stone. But he can draw a wisp of thought out of the extreme pain and gradually weave it into a net.

His wrists were very thin, and the Black Bracelet slipped from between his wrists and got stuck in his hand.

"Jiang xianzun." What seems to restore the formal title, "I don't really want to tell Wang Wenyuan about what you said?"

He likes to cultivate lunatics, such as the dead Zhu Wuxin. He likes people who are particularly paranoid about certain things, and he likes to break them.

It was a long time before he heard the voice of Jiang Zheliu.

"... whatever you want."

The man didn't seem to care much about his reputation.

He chuckled twice and then said, "if I can get out of trouble as soon as possible, I don't have to use this body to disgust you, do I?"

He said without end, the body gradually disappeared in the shadow of the candle, the breath disappeared in the room.

Only a piece of candlelight was left, which was finally blown out by the wind from the window.

There was darkness in the room, and a dim shadow enveloped the room. There was no moonlight, no starlight, no light, no sound outside. Only the endless darkness, overwhelming pouring over, vast as a tide.

In the hard to see darkness, there was only a short but weak breath in the room. Then there was the coughing and retching of hematemesis, and the fragile trembling sound of bone clenching.

Jiang Zheliu vomited a mouthful of blood, fell on the table for a long time, and gradually breathed steadily.

For a long time, it has always been a dream.

For a moment, he was in a trance about whether he could wait until the dawn of night or just be buried in the dark.

The snow colored long hair spread out on his back, trembling with his trembling breath, like a drop of dew and a handful of snow in the most delicate part of the branches, tottering with the mountain wind.

The intense and abrupt pain gradually subsided, the clouds dispersed, and a faint moonlight fell on his fingertips.

River broken willow slow for a long time, just in the eyes to catch this ray of moonlight.

He looked for a while, almost forgetting the residual pain, the buzzing and deaf left ear, and his vision moved with the spreading moonlight.

But he was so sad that he couldn't remember to light another candle, to ask Chang Qian to come and help him, and to calculate the future for a while.

He can only think, if you want not to show the difference, you should take several times the medicine to suppress temporarily. I can only think about how to make Wen Ren's night not so sad, not to be used, not to carry so many blood debts to kill evils once I come to the end

Everything melted in the endless suffering. At last, he couldn't change his mind. He just felt very tired and wanted to sleep like this

But Jiang Zheliu also miss him, reluctant to leave the little devil himself, he dare not let himself fall asleep.

But when will you be back?

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Don't scold me. I can't avoid the necessary plot. I have too many foreshadows to fill in（ Top pot cover.)

He's going to die anyway. Just get used to it! Have a look at what the author says