"Don't talk nonsense!" Chu Binghuan shouted sternly.
Hua Che didn't expect Chu Binghuan's reaction to be so big, he didn't mean to make fun of him, but he really felt that he was not very good.
Hua Che comforted her spirit: "The doctor is used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, so it's good to get used to it."
Chu Binghuan grabbed Hua Che's wrist vein and put his right hand on Hua Che's forehead.
"No wonder nonsense, you have a fever."
"Oh." Hua Che gladly accepted it. He didn't take the fever seriously. Instead, he urged him seriously, "Hurry up and get a pen and paper. I'm not physically strong enough to do it yourself, so you can write it for me!"
Chu Binghuan didn't react: "Write what?"
Hua Che said solemnly: "Write down your preferences and taboos, and hand them over to your future daughter! Hurry up, I'll forget about it later."
Chu Binghuan: "..."
Don't care about him, a patient with a high fever and confused!
"Who is that arsonist?" Chu Binghuan, who didn't want to entangle with the Goddess of Destiny, changed the subject, his voice was low and deep, "Can you see it?"
"No. But..." Hua Che looked at the dark clouds in the black sky and laughed mysteriously, "I can probably guess who it is."
Chu Binghuan didn't ask any further questions. The most important thing at the moment was Hua Che's body. He reminded: "Relax."
Hua Che knew that Chu Binghuan wanted to explore the spirit, so naturally he would not resist.
The so-called spirit detection means that the caster enters the other party's inner palace with his own soul, and can detect the other party's soul, spiritual knowledge and golden pills. The caster can take this opportunity to cast a curse on the opponent, or extract the soul of the opponent, take away the golden elixir, or even take the body.
In the same way, the caster itself also has risks, such as the resistance of the magician, if the real energy is too strong, the caster will suffer backlash, and if he fails to capture the soul of the opponent, he will be closed by the opponent and devour his own soul. .
To be cautious, Chu Binghuan entered Hua Che's inner palace and turned around to make sure that he was not under any secret curse before he was relieved.
When Chu Binghuan came out, he found that Hua Che had his eyes closed, his head tilted to one side, his breathing was shallow, and he fell asleep.
Hua Che didn't sleep well, and had a lot of dreams, intermittently, and couldn't connect online.
After a while, it was Hua Meier embroidering under the oil lamp. Her female red was very good. The embroidered green lotus was lifelike and pure and unsullied. While embroidering, she said to the child lying on her lap: "Mother likes lotus and plum blossoms the most. One is indomitable, and Ling Han is independent.
"Che'er, your name is like Qinglian, pure and clean, clean and dustless. Your state of mind should be as broad and free as the clear sky for thousands of miles. There are no dark clouds or worrying rain, and it will always be gentle and sunny."
He raised his chin to look at the collection of poems spread out on the table. He was especially fond of showing off when he was just learning to read, and he said in a straight-forward manner: "Autumn rain and He Bi, the mountains are leaning against the clear sky."
Mother caressed his head.
Her hands were as warm as the sun.
After a while, it was Lu Mingfeng, who was living above the treasure hall and was worshipped by ten thousand immortals.
Thousands of years of cultivation, solemn and solemn, highly respected, restrained and self-controlled.
The monks all over the world admire him, and being fortunate enough to worship him is a blessing from the tenth generation.
Hua Che once thought that he could not get this blessing, and it would definitely belong to Chu Binghuan, but Lu Mingfeng simply skipped Chu Binghuan and chose him.
It is said that Mei Cailian was very angry, and she even went to Shangqing Xianmen to speak.
It was also difficult for Elder Qianyang to understand. After all, everyone could see what kind of aptitude Chu Binghuan was. Although Hua Che was not bad, why didn't he just accept it all in one go? Excellent apprentices are too few. In the future, there are thousands of martial arts in the immortal realm, and the apprentices will take the top three.
Of course, I can't say this. Elder Qianyang is thankful that he has a good apprentice. Zaomei doesn't know the south, east, north and west, and he is afraid that Lu Mingfeng will suddenly regret it!
Of course, Hua Che, who was lucky, was flattered. His master was very good and treated him very well. Although he was usually serious, he was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. As long as he was good to his apprentice, he was never stingy.
Spirit tools, medicinal herbs, immortal herbs, all kinds of ganoderma lucidum, and medicinal baths to increase cultivation, aroused the envy and jealousy of other disciples of the sect.
His talent is excellent, even if he chooses kendo in order to cater to Shangqing Xianmen, he is still invincible, and he is the best in the division of civil and military.
Few people in the sect knew about his life experience. They only knew that he was born in poverty, suffered hardships, and suffered hardships.
There will be a grand event every four years in the world of immortal cultivation, called Wanmen Huiwu. At that time, the disciples of the major immortals will gather in Shangqing Xianmen to meet their friends through martial arts and compete with each other. It is a friendly exchange between immortal sects, and it is also a chance to test Xiandao rookie, select talents.
If you can reach the top three in high school, not only will you be able to become famous in Kyushu overnight, but the teachers behind you will be more prosperous, and your ancestors will shine.
The accident happened at that moment.
As long as they are disciples who have been practicing for one year, and are under the age of 30, they can participate in the Ten Thousand Gates Martial Arts.
That year, Hua Che cut through thorns and turned the tide, and with a sword frost and cold in the fourteen states, won the championship.
At only seventeen years old, the young man who is not as young as the weak crown is so magnificent at a time, no one is not impressed by his bravery and heroism, and no one is not impressed by his peerless elegance.
This young man was as ardent as the rising sun above the Nine Heavens. No one could match his light, and he was destined to be reduced to a few remnant stars, only serving as a foil.
For three consecutive ten thousand gates, the position of the top of the list seems to have been destined, as if it was a matter of course, every time he is taken into the bag by Hua Che, he is the defending leader of the three times, and the second place is undoubtedly Chu Bing Huan's, the others are only worthy of grabbing the top three.
Envy, longing, worship, and even some jealousy.
"He's so dazzling, and standing with him makes me look very small. Sometimes I really wish he could fall somersaults, fall heavily, and never climb up again!"
This is what Lu Yao said, which Hua Che overheard after a long, long time.
In the end, he was young, frivolous and ignorant, and he didn't realize that he was disgusted by the limelight. He thought that he would win glory for his master, win glory for his master, and strive for himself.
Finally, the wall fell and everyone pushed.
The too-excellent Hua Che finally attracted the attention of that biological father.
During another Wanmen martial arts meeting, under the attention of Wanjia Xianmen, I don't know if the surnamed Yin did it on purpose, so he showed up naked and recognized Hua Che in front of all the Xiandao cultivators. son.
Call out Hua Che's mother's name, and tell his romantic past with Hua Mei'er when he was young.
With such a great mystery of life exposed, how can the immortals still have the mind to know martial arts
Flowers are clear, flowers are clear. His biological mother was a prostitute, and his biological father was a demon who was punished by thousands of people!
Yin Wugui, Hua Che's so-called biological father, the lord of Fen Qing Temple, the supreme emperor of the devil's way! The number of dead souls who died under his hands was innumerable. Massacres of cities and villages were commonplace for him!
This is the pride of Lu Mingfeng, a famous disciple of the Shangqing Dynasty in Kyushu!
Hehe, my father is such a bloodthirsty devil, will his son be a good thing
From the immortal master of Shangqing who everyone raved about, to the devil who everyone crosses the street and shouts at, it often only takes a moment.
Xiandao cultivators hated demon cultivators. Their relatives, friends, and all died tragically at the hands of demon cultivators. They couldn't tell right from wrong. They only knew that Hua Che had the blood of demons in his bones! They all say that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. They all say that if there is a father, there must be a son. Who knows if Hua Che will cultivate the devil's way in the future
Who knows what is the purpose of Hua Che's worship in Shangqing Xianmen
Who knew that Hua Che was fortunate enough to be admitted by Lu Mingfeng, did he use some conspiracy
Who knows if Hua Che will one day cooperate with Yin Wuhui and slaughter the whole family of Shangqing Xianmen
They don't want to gamble, and they don't dare to gamble.
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
You have a lot of mouths, the spit of your words and my words will drown Hua Che alive, he can't breathe, and he doesn't know why it has become like this.
How innocent and how wrong is he
What a demon, what a biological father! He has never seen his biological father since he was born, and he has never heard any information about his biological father from Hua Mei'er's mouth. Compared with Yin Wugui, Hua Che feels that the drunken madam is closer!
I thought that he would be executed in public to fight against the arrogance of Demon Venerable. Unexpectedly, Lu Mingfeng, who has always hated Demon Cultivators, would speak up. What Hua Che couldn't have imagined was that this stern master would risk the world's arrogance and come forward. vouch for him.
"My disciple, I know this in my heart. He will never fall into the devil's way, and he will never join forces with Yin Wuhui! Che'er can distinguish between black and white, right from wrong, and I will take my life as a guarantee!"
The first person in Xiandao said so, even if other people are taboo in their hearts, it is not easy to say anything.
And this sentence, Hua Che remembered for a lifetime.
The dream is intermittent.
It was the back mountain of the Fen Qing Temple, secluded but not cold. He was lying on the soft couch in the bamboo building, already the new emperor of the devil world.
Groups of ghosts pay homage, and all demons bow their heads.
He deliberately wore half-covered and half-exposed, like a coquettish bitch of a seductive monarch. He almost gave up on himself and seduced Chu Binghuan in a different way.
However, the upright gentleman was unmoved, and when he couldn't stand it, he scolded coldly and sternly: "I don't know shame!"
Hearing these four words, Hua Che couldn't help laughing out loud. He grabbed Chu Binghuan's collar and looked at him condescendingly: "What is shame? How many spiritual stones are worth? Yunmiao-Jun, are you confused about your cultivation? How shameless are you saying to me, a murderous and reckless Demon Venerable, are you naive?"
Hua Che leaned down and tried to kiss Chu Binghuan's lips, but Chu Binghuan turned her head to avoid it.
Hua Che paused, with a sneering sneer on his lips: "It's really not a business, and a twisted melon is not sweet. Every day in this Fen Qing Temple, people line up to climb on my bed, you'd better, send me Don't talk about it."
Chu Binghuan didn't know which sentence was irritated by him. He turned over suddenly, Hua Che only felt the sudden turn of the sky, and the positions of the two changed. He was crushed under Chu Binghuan's body, and Chu Binghuan's unique aura rushed toward him. It was a smell that could make Hua Che let go of all his vigilance and be willing to sink.
Elegant like bamboo in the snow, like flowers in the mist, with a faint medicinal fragrance.
"Why?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Hua Che seemed to be much more relaxed and comfortable: "In the palace of the mortal world, for the sake of prosperity and wealth, you have to climb up on the dragon bed with all your effort, not to mention that I am the lord who dominates the devil's way."
Chu Binghuan's eyes contained a blade: "You know that's not what I'm asking about!"
Hua Che suppressed his smile, he naturally knew what Chu Binghuan meant.
A cold wind blew in from the window and blew out the candles burning on the table. The room was dark, but Hua Che's eyes were very clear.
The moonlight is clear and bright, reflecting his coquettish and shocking face, the beautiful phoenix eyes are ups and downs, and the hostility is accumulating. He sneered, as if he had been suppressed for a long time, and his voice was stern and outrageous: "The son of a prostitute, born to be cheap, after the devil, born to be bloodthirsty! I have the blood of the devil in my body, and my body is filthy, and I deserve everyone to shout and beat them. Doesn't it mean that if I have a father, I have a son? Doesn't it mean that people who are not my race will have different hearts? Then I will show them as a demon! I want them to know that the deity cultivates immortality. Demon Dao, they were still trampled under my feet!"
Hua Che suddenly laughed, and when he froze, it made people shudder, and when he smiled, he showed a femininity and charm: "It turns out that this is the case, even you, a saint of the immortal way, is imprisoned in the Hall of Fen Qing, who else can they count on? When the time is right, the deity will order the demons to attack the immortal realm, the first to be the Shangqing Xianmen, then the Fengming Valley, Yeyoufu, and finally you Yuntianshuijing, to unify the six realms of Kyushu and become the overlord of Qianqiu!"
"Is this your truth?" Chu Binghuan, who was listening quietly, said indifferently, still holding his frosty appearance, "Hua Qingkong, do you really think so in your heart?"
"Otherwise?" Hua Che stretched out his arms and hooked Chu Binghuan's neck ambiguous, "I am also a man, and I also have the ambition to conquer the world."
Hua Che's eyes showed a provocation, and he smiled slyly: "If you don't want the blood of the Kyushu land to flow into the sea, or you will kill me now? Act for the sky."
He leaned close to Chu Binghuan's ear and said half-truth, "I'd be happy to die at your hands."
Chu Binghuan pushed him away and left.
The empty body made Hua Che feel a weightless emptiness, and the smile on his face gradually faded: "Since you were captured by me and brought to the Fen Qing Temple, this is the first time you have said so much to me."
Chu Binghuan stopped at his feet.
Hua Che rolled over and lay on his side, looking at him eagerly, with a bitter and reluctant smile: "Ice Cube, can you give me a hug?"
That was the last sentence he and Chu Binghuan said.
After Chu Binghuan left without looking back, he lay on the icy couch all night, feeling the pain of being stabbed all the time.
In fact, even if Chu Binghuan didn't do anything, he wouldn't be able to live for long. At dawn the next day, the Dharma Protector came to report that the immortal army had reached the foot of the mountain.
The dry wood lay in the fire, occasionally making a "crack and crackle" sound.
Hua Che opened her eyes, and she didn't know what day it was, and she felt an undisguised sadness welling up in her heart.
The person who caught the eye was still the same person, only younger.
"woke up?"
"I'm a little cold."
Hua Che stared at him in a trance and smiled sadly: "Ice Cube, can you give me a hug?"
Chu Binghuan seemed stunned.
Also, he is the kind of introverted person who doesn't like to be in contact with people.
Hua Che was about to smile bitterly, when he suddenly saw Chu Binghuan leaning over, he took off his coat and wrapped it around him, and hugged Hua Che with the coat attached.
It is still the familiar medicinal fragrance, not bitter, but peaceful.