As the saying goes, misfortunes do not come singly. Lin Zhizhi hadn't been there for a while to worry about the sudden blackening of his future apprentice (?), when another person who upset him suddenly appeared in the room.
The man lay lazily on Lin Zhizhi's bed, turned to his side and looked at the black-haired boy in a daze. This posture perfectly highlights the graceful arc from his chin to his neck, and his long burgundy hair is curled at the fingertips of the man, with an indescribable charm. His legs were so long that they almost stretched across the entire bed, which was not enough, so he could only bend his knees aggrievedly.
Cang Lun's realm was too high, when he first appeared, Lin Zhizhi didn't even notice it. When he inadvertently turned his head and saw that there was one more person on his bed, the young master of the Lin family, who was always calm and calm (not yet), was taken aback.
Seeing that he was discovered, Cang Lun's lips curled into a smile that couldn't be concealed: "Meet again."
Except for special ethnic groups, the demon world has always been the more top-level demons, the more human-like. Therefore, the appearance of Lord Mozun can truly be said to be the best in the Three Realms, beautiful and not weak. This little smile is like a poppy in full bloom, dangerous and deadly.
Lin Zhizhi's whole person was not very good, he jumped up from the chair, and subconsciously moved away from the man: "When did you come?"
The man looked at him amusedly. He is like a little beast that has met a strong enemy. Even if he knows he can't beat him, he will round his eyes and stretch out his claws to scratch it - Cang Lun couldn't help but want to tease him: "What do you think? ?"
Accompanying this joke was a powerful force field.
The coercion that belonged to the Venerable gradually approached Lin Zhizhi, slowly approaching, and then oppressed—
The only one I can resist successfully is a Demon Venerable can't fall, can't can't QAQ...
Lin Zhizhi kept repeating these words in his heart, the protective shield formed by the spiritual energy around his body had been broken open, and he was completely relying on the pressure of the flesh to bear this pressure.
The pressure was getting stronger and stronger, and Lin Zhizhi only felt the bones all over his body creaking. The gold body formed by the perfect foundation is quite reluctant to compete with it—
Then the black-haired boy gritted his teeth. In the face of the famous master of the demon world, there was a fierce excitement in his eyes, and his black eyes shone brightly. Then the blue light flashed, and the Wenxian Sword came out of its sheath, carrying the thunder light for a long time, and opened the aura shield on its own. That coercion instantly crushed his left shoulder! The moment the golden blood spurted out, the sword slashed directly at Canglun.
Cang Lun was obviously attracted to him like this. The man raised his hand slowly, asked the immortal sword to stop in mid-air, and tried to struggle with thunderous light, but still couldn't break free.
Lin Zhizhi snorted, the severe pain in his left shoulder made him pale, and he was only relying on willpower to support it.
The man came to him, and raised his eyebrows with some displeasure at his weak appearance. Then he bit his fingertips, and a drop of dark red blood floated in front of him.
The lines on this drop of blood flowed, and it was deep and incomprehensible—if there was no Canglun to take care of him, this drop of blood would lead to a vision when it appeared, but nothing could hold it except Wannian Xuanyu. Characters like Demon Venerable, Dao Zun, etc., whose cultivation base has already healed, the blood in their body is like a shadow of their cultivation base, which can kill all things.
Lord Mozun moved a little away, and the mysterious Dao pattern on his blood was forcibly stripped away.
Cang Lun's slender fingers pinched the boy's chin, forcing him to raise his head. Lin Zhizhi was not at all timid, but his eyes were filled with water mist due to the severe pain - and the black behind the mist was exceptionally bright.
"I really like you looking at me like this." The man approached him, and the good smell on his body also enveloped Lin Zhizhi. The distance between them was very close, so close that Lin Zhizhi remembered the last experience, and his hair stood on end all of a sudden.
As if discovering the abnormality of the black-haired boy, the man let out a low laugh. When he swept the other's painful shoulder with the corner of his eye, the inaudible smile immediately dissipated.
Cang Lun suddenly loosened his grip, and Lin Zhizhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief—but then his eyes flashed, and the drop of blood in the air was swallowed by Lord Demon Venerable, and he kissed him and entangled his lips eagerly. .
The man pushed the drop of blood into the boy's throat with the tip of his tongue, licked the other's tongue, and raised his chin so that Lin Zhizhi had to swallow the drop of blood with saliva.
Almost as soon as the blood disappeared, Lin Zhizhi's wound on his left shoulder immediately returned to its original state. It's just that no one cares about this anymore - Cang Lun kissed Lin Zhizhi very intently. Beautiful white fingers holding each other's face, eyes closed, it is pure that no one has ever seen, as if kissing a beloved lover.
It was not until Lin Zhizhi was suffocated that he couldn't breathe, and the strength of his struggle became stronger and stronger, that he had to let go regretfully. When he opened his eyes again, his sincere expression had disappeared. The man jokingly wiped the body fluid left by the other party because he couldn't swallow: "This is your punishment for hurting yourself. Remember next time, when you resist me, don't hurt yourself."
Lin Zhizhi turned his face away, avoiding Canglun's touch, and said with anger, "What are you trying to do after following me like this?"
Cang Lun thought for a while: "What about you?"
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
"Just kidding." The man stood up, the corner of Xuanyi's clothes circled in front of Lin Zhizhi's eyes, and then lay down on the bed again.
Wen Xianjian, who was still alone in the air, suddenly lost his restraint, and hurriedly shivered and ran back to his master's arms. Lin Zhizhi took back the Asking Immortal Sword and put it into the Qiankun Ring—Lin Zhizhi has nothing to do with Lord Mozun now. If you can't fight and fight, you can't run away. If you really resist, the opponent can brutally kill him with one hand! He's not afraid of death, but the problem is that it's meaningless to die like this - he was just worried, only to hear the man on the bed lazily bring up another topic: "Do you like Yaxuan?"
Lin Zhizhi: "...What did you say?"
"That kid really likes you." Cang Lun leaned against the head of the bed and pulled Lin Zhizhi's quilt over him. The expression seemed to continue casually, "He is very sad now, won't you go and comfort him?"
"..." Lin Zhizhi didn't want to pay him any attention at all, so he just sat on the ground, closed his eyes and rested, to see when Cang Lun left.
"That's right, what qualifications does Unrequited Love have to ask you to take care of his mood. Then you don't like him anymore? Do you have someone you like?"
Lin Zhiyi didn't want to talk much at first, but Cang Lun asked more and more questions, like a donkey running with its hoofs thrown away, unscrupulous. The black-haired boy opened his eyes unbearably: "Why do you care so much about me? Aren't you a Demon Lord? Now that the war situation in the human world is tense, why don't you go and see? What's so special about me, you want to treat me like this? "
Cang Lun looked half asleep. The light shone in playfully from the window, casting a mottled shadow on the man's face, beautiful and quiet: "Can you guess the reason?"
Lin Zhizhi expressed his weakness for his Tai Chi answer.
Demon Venerable refused to say, can he still force it
The favorability system can't reveal key information - Canglun's favorability is like this: [* favorability index 30, attitude is interested.]
Yes, this guy's favorability is superhuman with a small asterisk in front of it = dish =! -Lin Zhizhi didn't understand what this meant either, so he just planned to call out the system after Cang Lun left.
Seeing that Lin Zhizhi was unwilling to speak, Cang Lun put forward a few brain-shattering hypotheses, such as "people of your age will probably sully their ears" until the young master of the Lin family finally responded positively to Ya Xuan. Thought: "He has not come into contact with many people, but his feelings are mixed up. If he calms down by himself, he will understand."
Demon Venerable scoffed at Lin Zhizhi's idea: "Why do you always want to run away?"
Who escaped? Isn't this normal thinking
Lin Zhizhi thought.
The man's eyes were deep, and his powerful spiritual power formed a net. He dragged Lin Zhizhi onto the bed and turned over to hold him down, placing one hand on the black-haired boy's heart. I don't know if it was Lin Zhizhi's delusion, but his voice rarely carried some cold anger: "Don't you think you lack a little emotion?"
Lack of emotion
Lin Zhizhi slammed into the opponent's dark red eyes, sneered, and collapsed backward.
- For a pure-hearted young man like himself who wanted to go to see the young lady next door since he was a child, and was often harassed by his friends because of this, Lin Zhizhi really didn't feel that he lacked feelings, he even felt that he had a little excess of feelings! —I believe that his father, who hates iron and steel, thinks so too.
Cang Lun's strong knees squeezed the thighs of the person below him, pressed against his crotch, and pressed his fingers over the opponent's chest inch by inch, and finally stopped on the heart, and asked softly: "Have you ever loved anyone? "
Lin Zhizhi felt the man's palm pressing tightly against his heart, as long as he spit out his spiritual power, he could end his life - this has nothing to do with willpower, he almost trembled subconsciously.
"It looks like it's gone." Cang Lun attached himself to Lin Zhizhi like this, covered the boy's eyes with his hands, and kissed his forehead, "Would you like to make a deal with me?"
"What deal?"
"You really want to get stronger. I'm here to help you become stronger, and you are responsible for satisfying me." The man ignored the touch of the boy's eyelashes rubbing his palms, smiled and retracted his hand, and said.
His voice is both bewitching and pleasant, like the humming of a demon under the abyss, which makes people unable to help themselves.
Lin Zhizhi's eyes stagnated for a moment, but quickly recovered: "I don't need your help."
"You'll need it." Cang Lun blinked - this somewhat playful action was almost a foul for him! "Come to double repair?"
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
"Double cultivation with me can solve your physique's attacks from time to time, and can also draw spiritual power from me, which is very beneficial to you-" Lord Mozun said in a long tone. He opened Lin Zhizhi's shirt and took a bite on his delicate collarbone, "As for me, I just want to see if these eyes will be the same when you orgasm... bright."
Cang Lun's words are euphemistic, where is the question of benefit? It simply provided Lin Zhizhi with a way to rapidly spin to the sky - who is Cang Lun? Status and power need not be mentioned.
The exercises in the demon world are sexually promiscuous, and there are many double-cultivation books. If it is really the double cultivation he said, then the weak must benefit. If Lin Zhizhi really did double cultivation with him, then the improved skill might be able to break through the formation of pills at one time - in ordinary sects, the monks in the formation of pills are already qualified to become elders! Some monks died of old age in the late stage of foundation building all their lives, unable to enter the threshold of the stage of forming pills.
Lin Zhizhi felt a little uncomfortable being bitten. He tried to push the man's arm away with some force, but he didn't expect it to be a success - Cang Lun obviously didn't use his spiritual power. With some indulgence and indulgence, he let the other party out of control: "Think about it."
"No need to think about it at all, I won't agree." Lin Zhizhi answered decisively.
"Wait and see." Cang Lun nodded and disappeared.
Lin Zhizhi understood what the other party meant - his charming physique had already attacked once. Until the second attack, who can save him again? Presumably when the time comes, you can beg him to fuck without the other party's hands.
Presumably only before the next attack of the charmed physique, leave the Biyunmen, mix into the so-called "Twelve Heavenly Clouds", and leave the sight of Canglun - or the master can hear the news and take the initiative to come.
Lin Zhizhi touched the traces that were sucked out of the collarbone, lowered his eyelashes, took out a healing medicine from the Qiankun Ring and swallowed it. After returning to the new place, he released his spiritual sense expressionlessly, and then took out the things he bought from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.
While he browsed the "Basic Alchemy Manual" at a very fast speed, he was talking to the system in his mind.
Lin Zhizhi first greeted him after waking up as usual. The system said that he didn't have much to do with it, as long as the host gave him a few points of favorability. Within a short period of time, a person's goodwill is quickly brushed to full, which is quite a sturdy record, and it is the key to its awakening. At the end, I also reminded me politely that the favorability will be favored, but don't overdo it - the blackening value is a rather scary thing.
Lin Zhizhi collapsed: "Please don't mention it!!"
System: "This is a good thing =v=."
Lin Zhizhi: "Let's not talk about this, I just want to ask the man just now - have you seen it? Why is his appearance different from others?"
The system replied: "He is very special, I can't see through him. Sometimes he shows normal, sometimes it overlaps my data... His values are not necessarily correct, please pay more attention to the host."
Lin Zhizhi understood these words for himself and translated as follows:
#Cherish life, stay away from the devil#
The young master of the Lin family nodded, preparing to engrave these words on his forehead.
The system was either sleeping or on the way to sleep. It was rare to wake up at this time (… ), and I was still a little excited. Seeing that Lin Zhizhi was earnestly studying medicine refining, simulating the basic techniques of Yuntian Continent, he jumped and said: "Master, are you refining medicine?"
Lin Zhizhi gave a casual "en": "Didn't you see it before? When you were in the secret realm, the inheritance was there—speaking of which, there are credits for you, like your favorability."
"Oh, oh, I remembered... The favorability that time gave me a lot of energy. Now the host's medicine refining skills should be more powerful, right?"
"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"
"At that time, the secret realm was forcibly torn apart, and the remaining consciousness was not enough for it to continue to support it. The remaining energy should be given to the person with the highest favorability at that time..."
The black-haired boy stopped and thought of his natural talent for growing by leaps and bounds: "It is indeed a qualitative leap."
Originally, Lin Zhizhi was still a little inexplicable. Why was his talent for refining medicine so different from his youth? If the system hadn't taken the initiative to speak up, he might have been kept in the dark. When it comes to cultivation, the young master of the Lin family does not have the habit of actively asking for help from the system—most of the time, he is groping along the path of cultivation alone.
He doesn't want other people's ways to affect him. He wanted to step out on a brand new path that truly belonged to him.
Lin Zhizhi spent an evening familiarizing himself with the ingredients of the pill recipe in Yuntian Continent and refining the two medicinal herbs on the pill recipe. During the rest of the alchemy, he did not waste any time meditating and practicing.
The outer doorman didn't bother him, and he didn't go out much. Only one day a week later, Lin Zhizhi went to the Lingyao Pavilion at the foot of the mountain again, shot a few pills, and then came back to retreat.
When he left the border after a month, Lin Zhizhi had already returned to and surpassed his original cultivation level with the help of the top-quality spirit stone and a large number of Yun Lingdan, breaking through the middle stage of foundation building.
During this period of time, Lin Zhizhi's life was very dull.
Ya Xuan didn't take the initiative to come to him, maybe he was thinking about it - Lin Zhizhi thought optimistically.
Cang Lun also disappeared, maybe someone in the demon world usurped the throne and was killed - Lin Zhizhi thought more optimistically (… ).
Contrary to Lin Zhizhi's place, Biyunmen has been very lively recently.
The first is that among the newly recruited disciples in this session, there is a disciple who is very talented, but he has just entered the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage and has entered the Dao of the Blade for the first time. This kind of talent even attracted the attention of a famous swordsman outside the sect, and he was full of praise.
The second is that an elder from the Qing Feng Sect visited Biyun Sect with a disciple. Qing Fengzong is one of the twelve sects of Tianyun, ranking tenth. Although the strength has declined severely in recent years, it is still ranked in the Holy Sect after all, and its strength is far from comparable to small sects such as Biyun Sect.
At the moment, the head of the Biyun Sect treated each other with honored guests and held a grand banquet—somewhat strangely, this group of people did not refuse to come. Among them, Yan Lei, a direct disciple of the elders, visited every corner of Biyunmen with enthusiasm.
Naturally, these gossip(?) Lin Zhizhi didn't know. He cultivates every day, does not communicate with outsiders, and lives a pure life of asceticism. In Lin Zhizhi's plan, when his cultivation reaches a certain level, he will be able to gain popularity as an alchemist through the channels of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion...
It just didn't occur to him that before he went to look for Qian Lao, this opportunity would be delivered to him by himself.
In the afternoon when the light rain was beginning to rest, the black-haired boy pushed open the door, preparing to go to the cultivation market at the foot of the mountain. Just when he came to the cliff by the mountain, a man who seemed familiar with his head [Yan Lei, favorability index 65, attitude is that I have finally found you, fortunately I didn't give up], stopped him with a happy face.
- For many years to come, Yan Lei will always remember that day.
The scenery around Biyunmen is very beautiful, especially when it has been irrigated by rain, the whole mountain peak is full of verdant greenery. In the valley of the outer gate where people do not often come and go, the hazy mist is like the silk on the waist of a fairy, enveloping the whole world.
And the boy standing on the edge of the mountain is more beautiful than these.
The blue shirt is upright, the rosy posture is moon rhyme, and the wash is better than the spring moon willow.
Then he turned back, as if disturbed, and looked at Yan Lei with an unpleasant expression.
If it wasn't for some reason left, Yan Lei would have thought that the other party was the mountain spirit of this green valley.
"Wait a minute, this fellow Daoist, I... I..." Yan Lei was blinded by a stranger's eyes. He was bathed in the other person's sight, and he shouted in his heart to stop looking at me. I want to say Don't speak! He stuttered a few times in a row, "Do you remember what we met? I almost dig the entire Biyunmen three feet into the ground in order to find you."
Lin Zhizhi's face was stunned.JPG.
Seeing that Lin Zhizhi didn't respond, Yan Lei continued to try to evoke the other party's memory: "On the second floor of the Lingyao Pavilion. At that time, my sister and I were evaluating the magic weapon, and then you came upstairs. Another time, in the market, I Followed behind you and wanted to call you, but in a blink of an eye you would be gone..."
There is still a bit of grievance between the words.
Lin Zhizhi thought about it for a while, and it seemed like there was such a time. He thought it was because he shot too many medicinal pills and was targeted, so he used a small method to divert the place. Thinking of this, he asked directly, "What are you looking for from me?"
Have you found Biyunmen yet
Yan Lei stepped forward and saluted, and said solemnly: "I want to ask fellow Daoists, are the few Pei Yuan Dan with a high degree of fusion all from the hands of fellow Daoists?"
Lin Zhizhi smiled half-smilingly: "What about me, what about not me?"
"I have no ill intentions. I just want to give my fellow Daoists a great opportunity. I wonder if I can find a place where no one else can talk in detail?" Yan Lei, as a eldest disciple on weekdays, fanned the flames and sold his teammates' cheeks. Why, the throat is a little dry this time.
Lin Zhizhi thought about it for a while, and there was still an hour left until all the spirit beast noodles in the teahouse in the Cultivation Market were sold out. After deducting the time on the road, he returned to the house: "Half an hour."
When Yan Lei followed him into the little black room and closed the door silently, Senior Brother Yan, who had always been a girl killer, always felt that he had opened the door to a new world...