My Darling Sick Beauty

It's also quiet upstairs.

When Jiang Zheliu saw the landlord, he was talking to himself in front of a pot of flowers.

Zhang Shenxing is not in the right path. He is a casual practitioner. He is keen on running commercial shops in the world. This brothel is his industry and also his home. More importantly, it is the entrance to the maze. He has a unique hobby, a strong spirit of exploration, and can always seize business opportunities from various dangerous places.

Jiang Zheliu knocked on the doorbox. When the young man with long robes and hair turned his head, he said, "long time no see."

The other party was stunned.

It's normal for him to be stunned. After all, according to the rumor of Xiuzhen world, Jiang xianzun has already fed the devil with his body and is trapped in the demon world. The story is very vivid and true. There are many details, which is very reliable.

Zhang Shenxing's vision first quickly looked over, and then looked at the night of hearing people around him. His vision was again heavy, and his whole body was suddenly stiff, and he moved back half a step.

Jiang Zheliu saw that he was afraid.

We can't think about the little devil's reputation now. It's the kind of villain big devil in the world who has to be attacked by thousands of people to do anything.

The other party soon stabilized his mood, raised his hand and saluted: "it's really a long time no see. Is he safe? "

"Everything is fine."

Zhang Shenxing took the other party to his seat and took a look at the night next to Wen Ren. He didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, he said, "xianzun has been gone for many years. Now he appears in the human world, so there must be something important to do."

"For your obsession." Jiang Zheliu comes to the point, "can I borrow it for use?"

"Where is that?" Zhang Shenxing said, "the natural secret is a natural thing. I'm just afraid of being destroyed."

Forced by the pressure in front of him, he was very docile: "as long as xianzun is useful, I will help you with all my strength."

As he said this, he could not help turning his eyes to Wen renye. He felt a little frightened when he looked at Wen renye. He even said, "the Lord of Wen renye..."

"He'll come in, too." Jiang Zheliu said, "if there is any accident at that time, please open the border and temporarily isolate it from the human world, so as not to cause unnecessary casualties."

"It's natural."

While they were communicating, the little devil, who didn't speak and didn't have a good brain, once again activated the brain tonic function that he couldn't control.

He is a little jealous and sour. Why are all the old acquaintances of little willow? It seems that he was the only one who didn't participate in it. He was so sad for no reason.

Hearing that people stare at Jiang Zheliu's side face at night, they can see his chin bone from his side cheek all the time, and then spread into his neck. They feel that the whole cultivation world is plotting against his object.

Maybe it's because I've experienced a lot in the past. It's a bit of a reflex. Everyone looks like a class enemy.

Jiang Zheliu didn't notice for a moment. He was held by the other party and pressed the back of his hand. He didn't speak, but his whole body was full of the smell of "to coax". He was just sticky.

Why? Jiang Zheliu couldn't understand why he was oppressed every time, but as a result, the little devil always felt aggrieved like a gas bag.

Jiang Zheliu patted his opponent with his backhand, calmed him down for a while, turned his head and said in a low voice, "you're going to the lost world, too."

"Can we go together?" he asked

In fact, this kind of natural maze is experienced by everyone alone. Even if two people enter together, they can only accept the test by themselves in the end.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't rest assured of his current state and nodded: "yes."

Wen renye's mood improved a little. He leaned over and pointed to his lips. The meaning was very obvious.

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and said in his ear, "what's the matter with you?"

He felt that he should be restrained in front of others, but Wen renye seemed to show their close relationship and stare at him obstinately.

Jiang Zheliu had no choice but to kiss him.

It's a bit of a coax.

In Zhang Shenxing's eyes, this is a living hell. How dare he see the contact between the two people? He can only recite in his heart that Jiang xianzun's merits are boundless, and turn his head to open the hidden entrance to the maze.

From the center of several flowers, the long hidden entrance appears, like a water mirror split in the void, with a thin ripple on the surface.

Jiang Zheliu examined for a moment, confirmed the authenticity, and then said to Zhang Shenxing, "I hope the landlord can keep secret the news that I am here."

Zhang Shenxing said, "I'm idle. I don't have any contacts. I won't delay xianzun's important affairs."

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After entering the state of Tao and mind, they will be separated.

Surrounded by lush trees, he is located in the pavilion in the middle of a quiet lake, which looks like a good environment. But now it's a rainy day, with thunderclouds rolling over the dome, and sometimes thunder and lightning.

The electric light was dazzling, and the pale light crossed the sky.

Jiang Zheliu's eyes were stabbed by the light. When he closed his eyes, he opened them again. When he opened them again, he saw the scene changed. The snow in the lake was frozen, and the upper and lower parts were white. In the pavilion, there was an old man's back.

As Jiang Zheliu's eyes moved, the old man turned slowly to show his face.

It's Zhu Wenyuan.

Jiang Zheliu is the only teacher.

Here is the natural enchantment to sharpen the mind of Tao. Nothing is unusual.

He was accompanied by the little devil. I don't know what effect this has on wenrenye's illness, but it's a direction to try.

Jiang Zheliu straightened his clothes and sat down in the pavilion in the middle of the lake opposite his teacher.

Zhu Wenyuan, as his name suggests, is a model with profound knowledge and virtue. He brought Jiang Zheliu back from his childhood, brought him up, and led him to the immortal gate. He is very kind to him.

It was this man who laid the foundation for Jiang Zheliu's half life of forgiveness and responsibility.

There is a game of chess on the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Its surface is very complicated. Jiang Zheliu recognized that it was one of the three Zhenlong chess games in Lingxiao sect. It was his master's hand in those years. If Lingxiao sect is still there, it should be hung on the Zhenlong score at the back of the main hall.

But now it's here.

When a monk reaches a certain level, his face and body will solidify, and he doesn't necessarily grow old in the face of natural calamity. However, all the senior monks who present an old state are basically suffering from natural calamity and heart failure, unless he is willing to show himself in this way.

Zhu Wenyuan is one of them. He was trapped in the calamity and experienced a long and painful time. Now his image in the eyes of the broken willows is the same as that of that period.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the Lingxiao sword pattern on his sleeve. His eyes moved up from the pattern above. After a long time, he began to call: "Yafu."

It's a name that only appears when the two of them are around. In front of Zhu Wuxin or the Lingxiao school, in order not to affect his younger martial brother's status, Jiang Zheliu would only call him "teacher". However, Zhu Wenyuan raised him from the age of seven, and it's not too much to say that he was a living parent. Therefore, he always respects each other very much and is willing to treat him as his father.

"You haven't done the same as the testament." Zhu Wenyuan raised his hand to pour tea for him, and the smile lines spread from the corner of his eyes, "but still meet me with dignity?"

"It's heaven." Jiang Zheliu took wencha and glanced at the chess game. He really felt some remorse, but because of his clear mind, these feelings of guilt were not blocked in his chest. Instead, he said frankly, "even if you come, you won't be better than the disciples."

Zhu Wenyuan stroked his beard and looked at him gently for a while. Then he moved the pieces on the chessboard and said, "if you want to do it again, how do you want to choose?"

"There is no chance of a second time in the world."

Jiang Zheliu answered slowly. He said a little, sighed, and said, "but if I can do it again, I won't take over the responsibility from you at the beginning. And I'm not ashamed to live up to my trust. "

"Lying." Zhu Wenyuan said.

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and looked at the old man peacefully.

Part of his character comes from education, because when he first came in, he was often bullied and envied by the children of Xiuxian family. They didn't think that such a picked up child was qualified to be the senior brother of Lingxiao school, and they didn't think that he was worthy of Zhu Wenyuan's personal teaching.

In addition to Zhu Wenyuan's positive guidance, he experienced too many blows and exchanges in his growing up experience. From the beginning, the eyes of the outside world did not recognize and looked down upon him. Therefore, when he received high praise in the future, he could not leave a deep impression in his heart, because he learned to wake up earlier than anyone else.

The deepest place in Jiang Zheliu's heart is already filled with ice and snow. He is calm and alienated. He will not be complacent or self contemptuous for thousands of years. He is silent and eternal.

The problem of Zhu Wuxin also comes from this, because his identity is most praised and praised. No one will beat him except his father and elder martial brother.

To your best person, often won't tell you directly, how much he loves you.

Two people who love him most meet again here, and the wayward child is dead.

I wish Wu Xin died under the Lingxiao sword, but they were the two masters of the Lingxiao sword.

This is often the irony of the world.

"It's not a lie." Jiang Zheliu laughed and said, "I really regret it."

Zhu Wenyuan took a step and pushed another basket of pieces to Jiang Zheliu.

"Don't regret it." Zhu Wenyuan said, "treasure the people in front of you."

This person has no choice but that one. Jiang Zheliu did not ask the other party whether he blamed himself or whether he needed to rebuild Lingxiao school. He had an answer in his heart.

Two people drink tea, play chess to half, outside the pavilion falling snow.

Thunder clouds rolled in the sky.

Zhu Wenyuan's chessmen fell, making a clear collision sound. Jiang Zheliu moved his eyes with his actions and heard the other side's peaceful words.

"It's the devil to respect the Lord. The devil has its own nature." He said, "maybe your heart is good to him, not necessarily for his good."

The River breaks Liu to lift Mou to look opposite.

Lightning flash across the sky, Yingliang chessboard crisscross, interlocking attack.

He was silent for a moment and said: "do you mean I want to change my way of thinking?"

Zhu Wenyuan said, "you are also hesitating about this problem in your mind."

The people and things that appear in the mystical realm of Tao are all in Jiang Zheliu's heart, so they can be produced through the mystical realm. The content of this kind of maze varies from person to person. It should be rare in the world to have such a calm and indifferent situation.

Jiang Zheliu nodded, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and said slowly, "I should think from the perspective of the little devil king. Maybe some things are too painful for him. Now, it's still a bit too hasty for him to break the situation and get out of the long indulged illusion."

Zhu Wenyuan smiles gently and nods.

"But the disciples will be afraid... There is not so much time to give me the chance to imperceptibly and slowly change my mind."

He also has the anxiety and uneasiness that he has tasted at night, but Jiang Zheliu is introverted in nature and will not show it clearly.

He worries more than anyone about the impact of killing the Tao.

If he delays for a long time, his lover may not recover. He may be possessed and become the real devil in the six realms.

However, he has nothing to do, and can only keep trying and exploring the way out according to his own way of thinking. There are a lot of things Jiang Zheliu can do without friction with each other, but because of this deep-seated anxiety, he was a little confused and couldn't distinguish his thoughts.

This is still a deadlock.

He looked at the master opposite him, hoping that Zhu Wenyuan would give him some advice. But when his eyes moved past, he saw the figure disappearing.

The frozen lake suddenly became turbulent, the thunder clouds stopped in the sky, and the next moment, the whole scene began to crumble.

What happened?

Daoxinfanjing is not a place of great threat. It's even a holy place for many robbers. It's really hard to have problems. Jiang Zheliu's advice to Zhang Shenxing is just a casual mention.

But his hunch came true.

Cracks scattered, the scene like a muddy piece of water, with the ripple turbulence layer by layer back, revealing the appearance of translucent border. Zhang Shenxing has done this very well, at least it will not affect ordinary students

Jiang Zheliu's thoughts suddenly stopped.

He saw the open bone wing. There were layers of cracks on the bone wing. This was the crack caused by the last time, but it has not recovered.

The huge wings twined around him, enveloping the night of hearing people in the bone wings, but the cracks of the wings were still bleeding, and under him was a pool of scarlet blood.

Jiang Zheliu's heart is going to stop beating.

He didn't have time to think and rushed over.

Bone wing is very sharp, and the other side's state is in such a very dangerous stage. But Jiang Zheliu didn't care whether the other party would hurt him or not. His self-control, his calm self-reliance, and his cold nerves, which were like snow on the top of the mountain all the year round, all burst into nothing in this instant.

The mysterious state of Daoxin is shattered. There is a temporary border around it. I don't know how long it will last.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't estimate the time. His mind was completely out of order. Even though he was trying to calm down, it was in vain. His body doesn't listen to reason.

He pulled away the tightened bone wings, and his plain white clothes were covered with each other's blood.

The solid bone wings didn't move at all, but Jiang Zheliu's hand was too tender. When he touched the sharp edge, he would be pricked with blood. The devil who smelled the blood would give in, and put such a white soft ball into his own security field.

Now it's not very white, rubbing a piece of deep and a piece of light red.

Jiang Zheliu hugged each other.

The archetypal level of the demon body is very high. Jiang Zheliu can't see his eyes. He can only see the burning purple flame when he bows his head.

He felt that the little devil was shaking, but he felt that he might be shaking.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and slowly held it over his cheek, looking at a pair of dark purple, slow beating fireworks.

"It's all dreams." He said subconsciously, "that's not true. I'm here."

He didn't know what happened to Wen renye, but he felt intuitively that he could only say so. Only about his things can make each other become like this, the little devil is very strong.

The magic flame beat slightly. It didn't seem to recognize whether it was real or not, but there was a little reaction.

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Zheliu's body is the other party's blood, his palm is close to Wen renye's chin, looking at him and emphasizing, "I'm here, I didn't leave you, I didn't leave you."

He guessed vaguely what happened to the other party.

"I won't go. I'm by your side."

That pair of eyes finally had a reaction, the magic flame shook for a moment, as if in this huge and dangerous body to restart his brain.

But at the moment, the demon instinct still has the upper hand. Jiang Zheliu was hugged tightly by him and felt the sharp teeth of the other side rub against his neck.

Wen renye bit him hard.

The little devil who is not sober is a hungry wolf. The only thing in my mind is to take off his body and swallow him up.

Jiang Zheliu inhaled in pain, but he had a strong tolerance for pain. Instead of humming, he raised his hand to try to appease him, but the hand failed to touch the other side's back, but touched the root of the bone wing.

It's a piece of blood again, with the slightly tingling feeling of killing Taoist mixed with demonic Qi.

The sharp teeth trapped in the tender meat bite the skin and taste the sweet blood. But he was not satisfied, but gradually transferred to the laryngeal knot, teeth hold the fragile throat bone, tongue heavily lick.

Jiang Zheliu was almost speechless. He grabbed each other's shoulder and felt that the wolf could eat him directly. But he didn't dare to move away or retreat. Instead, he didn't reach into each other's hair and said in a low voice: "he will die."

There was a pause.

Jiang Zheliu grabbed each other's chin and repeated, "I can't bite. I'll die."

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Even if it's crazy, it smells good.