Undying Patient

Lingzhi is a Dan Xiu. She has stayed at Kunlun Gate for less than a hundred years. She said that it is not long or short, but she has heard of Xianzun Jianghui's reputation before she entered Kunlun Gate. After Kunlun Gate became the master of a peak, she also contacted Jiang Youhui, but the impression of him, but also those often mentioned by monks-lonely cold like frost and snow, cold like nine feet of ice.

The pain of Yuan Shen's tear, Rao Shiyou Hui also suffered quite hard.

Ling Zhi stared at him, the man's expression was still cold, as the knife-shaped angular features were abnormally deep, and there was no trace of temperature in the gray eyes, just as she had seen in the past hundred years, just the thin pair The lips were slightly white, showing that this person was completely different from the person in the past.

"Candle Dragon Skyfire is left to you. Three days later, I will fetch Dan." The man gathered his palms, slowly crossed the cluster of **** skyfires to the sandalwood table, and then turned away.

"Yes." Ling Zhi answered, and lowered her eyes to look at the still-burning **** flame on the table.

Su Jinzhi hasn't touched a cute and cute girl like Lingxi for a long time, so when Lingxi teased him with a silver bell, he pretended to be a white fox and she knew nothing. play.

Miu Lingling, who was thrown some distance in her mouth, turned around, and Su Jinzhi, who was about to climb towards Lingxi, had just climbed a few steps, and found herself floating.

The two little white claws waved twice in the air, and Su Jinzhi opened his mouth and screamed twice, and the wonderful bell fell from his mouth and fell to the ground and rolled twice.

Lingxi quickly picked up Xiaoling from the ground, and handed it to the man in Xuanyi who was holding Xiaohu in front of him, and smiled, "Don't ask Uncle, you're done with your aunt."

"Um." The man answered the bell and responded lightly.

Lingxi and Lu Qingheng and Xiao Wenxuan have long been accustomed to their indifferent character. Anyway, the uncle is very good to them except that they are a little cold, because they are both sword repairers and they have been with their masters. One, so they also pointed out their swordsmanship, so Lingxi dismissed the recent rumors that the outside world did not ask Xianzun Yao and the ancient master to tear the skin and fight Kunlun, let alone Lu Qingheng and Xiao Wenxuan. Someone who knows the truth about where the fox came from.

However, at this moment, when I saw Uncle and this little white-haired fox so intimate, I was still a little surprised when I came to talk to the elder Lingzhi to say something, and I lamented in my heart that the uncle ’s practice is really about the word “fate” This little fox was so favored by his eyes.

Lingzhi actually wanted to play with Su Jinzhi for a while, but Jiang Youhui looked like she could not see her longing for the desire, holding the little fox and leaving Bidan Peak straight away, went to Kunlun Gate Refiner House-Qianyuan peak.

The feeder of Su Jinzhi drinking the dew juice and the jade nest where he slept were all from the hands of a female refiner from Qian Yuanfeng.

However, Qian Yuanfeng is still mostly male, so Jiang Youhui did not put down Su Jinzhi, but directly held him to meet the master of Qian Yuanfeng.

Qian Yuanfeng's peak owner is a middle-aged monk with a beautiful Hu Hu looking at the bones of the immortal wind-only face.

If anyone at the Kunlun Gate looks out of harmony with his own spiritual roots and cultivation practices, and Jiang Huihui claims first, then the second is the peak leader of the Qianyuan Peak, Xiaoyao.

Su Jinzhi's eyes widened in shock, looking at Wang Xiaoyao's muscular upper body. His figure is beyond the scope of ordinary men. Not to mention the ten abdominal muscles, only one arm is better than Lingxi's legs. Crude.

"It's good to say." Wang Xiaoyao smiled kindly, and nodded his long beard with his strong muscular arm.

"Then there is Mr. Wang." Jiang Huihui nodded again, nodding his head to thank Wang Xiaoyao.

The reason why he was called Mr. Wang Xiaoyao was because Wang Xiaoyao's seniority was after all, and he was a teaching teacher before he started to cultivate the immortals. Only one day he found a volume of tantra in the collection of books at home. The road to self-cultivation has also made such a strong body because of iron casting day after day.

Because it was too shocking, Su Jinzhi didn't pay attention to what Jiang Youhui and Wang Xiaoyao said, but only knew that after he returned to God, Wang Xiaoyao and Jiang Youhui had reached a mysterious deal.

One of Su Jin blinked his eyes innocently, looked at Wang Xiaoyao's arm for a while, and then looked at the one who was holding him in front.

Jiang Youhui wore a black body, only his hair was white, and Su Jinzhi's white and fat plump nest was very obvious in his arms, not to mention his pair of golden, blue, and blue pupils, and his vision was even agile. good looking.

Wang Xiaoyao was also attracted by the eyes of the white-haired little fox, and looked at the softly slumped tail and hind legs of the little fox. He touched his beard and smiled and said, "Xianzun this fox is born to be Beautiful. "

"Um." Jiang Youhui nodded and he raised his hand and put Su Jinzhi's head in his head. "He called it."

Wang Xiaoyao was still kind and praised with a smile: "Good name, good name."

After Jiang Youhui and Wang Xiaoyao chuckled for a few words, he was about to leave, and Su Jinzhi was so embarrassedly held by Jiang Youhui to Qianyuan Peak that he would be held away again.

Su Jinzhi is quitting, isn't he saying he should take him out to play? Why hasn't he played enough? As soon as Su Jinzhi's ears were raised, the claws of the white claws caught Jiang Youhui's sleeve and called out.

"唧唧 唧唧"

Little foxes are served deliciously and deliciously every day. They are raised and polished, and their babies are fat and chubby. The sound of foxes in their milk is also extremely loud, which attracts many people when they are babbling. look.

Jiang Youhui hasn't gone far, Wang Xiaoyao laughed a few times after seeing "Hehehehe", without knowing what he thought of, he suddenly said: "Xianzun stayed."

Jiang Youhui stopped and stopped.

Wang Xiaoyao left from the casting platform, walked into a long-closed wooden box, turned it for a long time, and took out a rattle.

The rattle drum is painted red and slightly yellowed on the surface of the sheepskin drum, and nothing is painted on it. The bullets on the sides of the snare are two jade beads, one blue and one yellow, which correspond to the eyes of the little fox .

Only because he had been in the box for a long time, and a thick layer of ash accumulated on the drum, Wang Xiaoyao quickly drew a dust removal method, and after the rattle was restored, he laughed, handed it to Su Jinzhi, and opened his mouth. Road: "Some of the gadgets I practiced before are useless, just give them a play."

Su Jinzhi stared at the rattle, thinking that this is not a toy for children? He doesn't play such things. But he had n’t seen or played rattle when he was a kid. How did he play this rattle?

Jiang Youhui did not take the rattle for the little fox, and the little fox seemed to be very interested in the toy. The eyes of the fox were rounded, and then slowly stretched out two white claws to hold the drum handle. Hit the white drum head with a sharp fox kiss, rattling.

"It's really a child." Wang Xiaoyao laughed, pulled the snare drum from under the belly of the little fox, shook it in his hand to demonstrate how to play the toy, and then stuffed the rattle to the little fox.

Jiang Youhui saw this and asked: "This drum"

"I did it for my son before, but it was three thousand years old? At that time you were still a little child behind your master." Wang Xiaoyao straightened up and said.

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Jiang Youhui didn't speak again.

"Changsheng's road is long, and it's really hard for a person to talk." Wang Xiaoyao still had a kind smile on his face, and raised his hand to touch the little fox's head.

Su Jinzhi listened to his words, and the joy of getting a new toy faded away, and he was a little sad.

Although Wang Xiaoyao laughed, he could not hide the loneliness and nostalgia in his eyes when he handed him the rattle.

Three thousand years ago, he practiced this rattle for his son. Three thousand years later, this rattle, which was not sent out, was as thick as ash, just like its original owner, and was sealed in dust by time.

For a while, Su Jinzhi thought of Jiang Youhui and him.

He is an earth person, and his life span is not more than a hundred years. Even he may not live that long, and Jiang Youhui has a life span of dozens or even hundreds of times in this world or in the real world.

No matter what, they can't be together forever.

Although in these false worlds he was ill with disease, he had to die again and again, and separated from him, but they would meet again, but Su Jinzhi did not know when this journey through the different worlds will end. How much time with him.

Suddenly, Su Jinzhi was a little afraid of the end of this unknown journey, because after the end, if they separated again, it would be farewell.

One of Su Jin's white claws was holding the rattle, and the other claw was holding Jiang Youhui's arm, and nestled in his arms.

He repeatedly told himself in his heart, don't think about this distant problem, at least he is not doing well with Jiang Youhui now? This is a practice. Even if they are short-lived, they still have a hundred years to live with each other. What are they afraid of?

But Su Jinzhi just couldn't control himself to think about it. The number one and zero were not there, and no one could talk to him. Gradually, the idea dispelled by the number one and zero was back again. Into his mind.

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How good can he stay directly in this world and stay together with Jiang Youhui? No. 1 and No. 0 have not appeared for so long. Maybe this is a sign?

But how long he can stay in this world is not something he can decide.

Su Jinzhi was full of sorrow, and he couldn't lift himself when he returned to Qin Yuanfeng. He lay on Jiang Youhui's arms and patted the rattle drum with his claws perfunctoryly. He has no hand like that now, and there is no way to pick up the rattle to play.

However, just after he took a photo, Jiang Youhui took away the rattle, shaking two projectiles in front of him and knocking out the "咚咚" sound on the drum to attract his attention.

Su Jinzhi climbed a distance forward on his knees to get enough drums, but Jiang Youhui always removed the snare drum when he was about to run into it, just not let him touch it.

After being teased several times, Su Jinzhi opened his mouth and called to him: "Oh!"

It was found that the little fox seemed angry, and Jiang Youhui's lip corner was slightly ticked, no longer playing tricks, returned the rattle to the little fox, and continued to slide the soft white fur along the little fox's body with his hands.

After Su Jinzhi regained the rattle, he pressed the rattle to his belly and raised his head to stare at Jiang Youhui to prevent him from picking up his rattle again. How good.

It wasn't the feeling of gloom and coldness when angry that day, but a grayish appearance after being injured.

Feeling strange, he climbed down from the rattle, supporting his forelimbs to support his body, and wanted to take a closer look at Jiang Youhui.

Who knew that Jiang Huihui suddenly lowered his head like this, kissed his fox kiss with his lips, and then shouted his name gently: "Zhizhi."

Su Jinzhi paused for a few seconds, then sneezed, and his forelegs couldn't support the fat body and rolled directly into Jiang Youhui's arms, and then he felt the breath around Jiang Youhui cooled down.

But he didn't say anything, didn't continue to do anything anymore, and held Su Jinzhi to continue his hair.

That night, Su Jinzhi still did not go to sleep in the side hall where he originally lived. Jiang Youhui asked Lu Xi to move Su Jinzhi's nest into the main hall, and placed it next to his throne.

Cultivators rarely use beds. Jiang Youhui does not have a bedroom, but he only sits on the throne every night to meditate and meditate, never lying on the bed. So after Su Jinzhi moved, the person who kept him asleep at night changed from green to Jiang Youhui, and the person who fed him the dew juice the next day also changed.

The other Su Jinzhi felt nothing, but there was one thing that was a little awkward-he hadn't cut the valley yet, because he only drank some dew juice, he would only pee.

In the evening, Jiang Huihui stared at him when he clasped the small quilt. The next day, after he found that he was urinating in the nest, he would stare at the small quilt wet by him, which made Su Jin feel ashamed. Every day, I am thinking about what I want to practice, and quickly enter the period of valley. But don't talk about practice. To outsiders, he hasn't even practiced his wisdom.

After such a shameful life lasted three days, Jiang Youhui held him out again, and the first place to go was Bidan Peak.

When they arrived at Bidan Peak, the elder Lingzhi, whom Su Jinzhi had not seen before, had been waiting in the bamboo pavilion holding a green jade box, and when Jiang Jianhui came into the pavilion, she immediately stood from the bamboo chair. Get up and hand the box to Jiang Youhui: "Hi, your elixir."

"Um." Jiang Huihui responded again and opened the jade box in front of Su Jinzhi.

Su Jinzhi is curious about everything now. When Jiang Huihui took a small box he hadn't seen before, he also had to look at it. The green jade box contained a black ball, and he could smell the faint medicine a little closer. In addition, there seemed to be a red thing like a flame, but that thing disappeared in a flash. Su Jinzhi thought he had watched the flower himself, blinked twice, and tilted his head to stare at the pill again. I didn't see anything for a while, so I retracted my head.

Ling Zhi looked at Jiang Youhui's arms and probed the white-haired little fox. When the man turned and left, he couldn't help but say, "Respect, this elixir can only make it shape, not make it—"

"I know." Jiang froze again, and left without saying these words.

Su Jinzhi did not understand what the dummies they were playing, and he was a little embarrassed when he saw Jiang Youhui going back to Wenyuan Peak. Isn't Jiang Youhui holding him out today to play? Why did you come out and go back soon? And going back so fast?

Almost in a blink of an eye, Jiang Youhui hugged him again and stood in the main hall of Wenyuan Peak.

Later, Jiang Youhui put him on the throne where he usually sat, and Jiang Youhui himself, slowly kneeling in front of him, bowed his head and kissed his fluffy fox's head.

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