Although Zhuge Qingtian looks unreliable, he is actually very coaxing. As long as he meets his requirements, he will not be noisy again, and today is the same.
Ghosts don't need sleep or rest, but in order to get through their long years, they pass the time with occasional temporary unconsciousness dormancy.
Zhuge Qingtian, who was dormant, closed his eyes and did not breathe, as if he had completely turned into a corpse. It was only rare that the room became quiet, and Qian Ren was not used to hearing the rustling of the cool wind blowing through the leaves.
The boy on the bed was silent. Before going to bed, he took off his shoes and cleaned his mouth with tooth powder. Everything was the same as a living person. Seeing that he couldn't feel any temperature, but still wrapped the quilt tightly, Qian Ren just meditated silently, without reminding him that even though it was almost autumn, at the end of summer, ordinary people wouldn't feel the coolness at all.
When the monks reached the Nascent Soul stage, they did not drink or eat, they did not know the cold and heat, and they did not see autumn and winter. For mortals, they were beyond worldly troubles. However, Zhuge Qingtian, who was no different from them, still yearned for that which could be within reach of everyone. ordinary life. Those things that are very cumbersome to him are the only good memories this person has in the world.
Standing by the bed and watching the young man hugging the quilt tightly, Qian Ren thought, everyone in this world thinks differently, perhaps, what really makes people unable to let go is not the kind of life they lead, but the way they live. There was no choice in the beginning.
No matter how disguised the dead person was, they couldn't return to the way they were alive. Zhuge Qingtian unconsciously hugged the quilt, but his head was still on the pillow. If ordinary people saw it, it would be a scary scene, but Qian Ren just shook it as a habit. Shaking his head, he secretly said that at most other people would just kick the quilt when sleeping, but he would be fine. It was quite unusual for him to turn his head straight after he slept.
Zhuge Qingtian is a very strange ghost. He clearly has the sad memory of being treated coldly by the world. After his death, he ushered in a lonely life without any warmth.
People in all corners of the world say that the Great Protector of the Demon Sect is a true demon cultivator without emotion. He is not interested in anything, and seems to have no desire at all. Once he succeeds in transcending the calamity, he can become the most reliable blade of the Demon Dao. But no one knows that he also has some preferences of his own. Bi Qianren, who has no affection for the world, actually appreciates a hard-working and serious life. For those seedlings struggling to survive in the barren soil a little bit of wind and frost, and then quietly leaving in the dark night, is the only little hobby he has left in his life.
Gently putting the broken head and neck together, he took out a roll of white silk cloth that Jianghu people used to bandage the wound, wrapped it tightly around the teenager's neck three times, and then squeezed the mantra and printed it. After a little push, I made sure that the end would not fall off easily, and then I got up and left.
It's just that he glanced at the dormant ghost before he left. The youth in the moonlight looked peaceful and serene as if he had never experienced any wind or rain, and finally couldn't help sighing, "Fool."
As the moon turned and the stars moved, the night finally passed, and the thin morning sunlight fell into the wing from the yellowish window paper. With the sound of the first rooster crowing, the boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and his vitality spread all over his body again. A cheerful voice was the first to break the silence in the room, "Ma'am, I can talk now at dawn! What would you like to eat earlier? My pancakes are amazing!"
He had already planned a day's activities as soon as the genius came up, but he didn't need to go into details, and finally found that his head was unexpectedly honest today. He hurriedly looked in front of the mirror and saw that the scars that were once terrifying had been covered with a snow-white silk cloth. Covering it, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Hey, my neck..."
Qian Ren was almost mentally prepared for how noisy he was. At this time, he just maintained a meditating posture, closed his eyes and calmly said, "Your head is jumping too much, it's better to tie it up."
As soon as these words came out, Zhuge Qingtian knew that this person must have bandaged the wound while he was sleeping. The cloth around his neck was so well wrapped that the connection could not be found anywhere. You can imagine how meticulous the person who bandaged was. Silently imagining what Qian Ren would have looked like at that time, Zhuge Qingtian instantly regretted why he had to sleep so honestly, didn't he know how to pretend to be asleep? This man may only have the tenderness that he will only have once in his life, so he has missed it!
Fumbling with his fingers around his neck, he looked expectantly at the man in black who was meditating, and asked tentatively, "Miss... how about you tie me up again?"
Naturally, Qian Ren simply ignored this kind of strange request, and at a glance saw through the man's dishonest hand trying to untangle the cloth, and said decisively and coldly, "If you dare to open it, I will kick you into the moat."
The gentleness of the Demonic Great Protector will always exist only at night, and during the day he is as brutal as ever. There is no doubt that this person will really kick him away, and Zhuge Qingtian can only think about the pain in his heart. It's just a big loss!
After covering up the scars on his neck and putting on the tattered clothes he had worn when he died, Zhuge Qingtian now looks like a pale and handsome young man, and he won't be recognized as a ghost when he walks on the road. Qian Ren thought that since he was traveling, it would not be a problem to meditate in his room all day, so he took him to the street. As for the people in the Tianshi Mansion who were nervously opening the surveillance circles to deal with emergencies, Qian Ren said that as a demon cultivator, he was not prepared to save manpower and material resources for the righteous sect.
Jiangnan has always been a good place for beauty and beauty. Every city here has its own unique scenery, and Jiangdu, because of its proximity to the coast, has formed the exquisite and meticulous style of the city, which is surrounded by delicate and meticulous waves outside the city. Jiangdu architecture has inherited the meticulous craftsmanship of the south of the Yangtze River. Every stone and every wood is very particular, but it is a bit more atmospheric than other cities, and the scenery is excellent. On the way, Zhuge Qingtian just felt that he couldn't see it at all, and even the carved glazed tiles under his feet were interesting, and only sighed: "I have never been shopping on the roof before, it feels really fresh!"
Yes, as an arrogant demon cultivator, Qian Ren has no interest in rubbing shoulders with mortals on the street. Even if he goes out, he is unique. He walks directly through the roof without any intention of blending in with the crowd. Said: "Dangerous people must be conscious, don't run into the crowd if you have nothing to do."
One of them is a natural monster and one is a ferocious ghost. If they really come into contact with mortals, I am afraid that the Tianshifu will check the people’s bodies one by one tonight. Qianren doesn’t mind causing trouble to the righteous people, but just thinks about Zhuge Qingtian’s temperament. Avoiding is afraid that you will not feel good in your heart, it is better to keep a distance from the crowd from the beginning.
However, this also means that he has to bear Zhuge Qingtian's strong curiosity alone, and after walking a few steps, this man saw the street vendor, and immediately stepped forward to grab him and said excitedly: "Miss, do you eat candied gourd? "
Except for his own master, Qian Ren, he couldn't think of any adult cultivator who would eat this kind of child's food. He refused without even looking at him, "No."
Zhuge Qingtian's strength is still unknown, but his perseverance is definitely the top in the world. He was rejected for a moment and saw the buskers who were breathing fire on the street. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pulled the corner of Qianren's clothes and shouted. : "Miss, do you want to see a trick?"
"dont see."
He still refused without hesitation. Qian Ren's attitude was very firm. He, a Nascent Soul cultivator, had never seen any magic, so why should he see mortals pretending to be ghosts
Seeing that this person is just walking on the roof, he has no interest in the scenery, and he doesn't even glance at the shops he passes by. It really doesn't look like he is traveling happily, and he is worried that their first shopping trip will be about After such a boring ending, Zhuge Qingtian couldn't help sighing: "Miss, don't you want to buy rouge gouache?"
As soon as these words came out, Qian Ren finally stopped being expressionless. He pressed the specter's head and gritted his teeth, "You are seeking your own death!"
Fortunately, he didn't want to kick his wrapped head flying again, and Zhuge Qingtian escaped, but this Specter became distressed again, so the lady is indeed not indifferent, but after provoking this person, then he Isn't the situation of being beaten the same as usual? It was a rare trip, and he wanted to be more enjoyable...
Qian Ren was able to become the last virgin of the Demon Dao. In addition to his physical constitution, he also had an incomprehensible temperament. Even the many demon girls who tried their best could not shake the indifference. Zhuge Qingtian's paragraph numbers were really uncertain. You can only sigh: "My lady, we have walked three streets and you still don't look away. What can arouse your interest?"
Glancing at him, Qian Ren's answer was quite in line with his identity as a demon cultivator, "Fight and fight, monsters and monsters."
What kind of life has this person lived so far? Is there nothing harmonious in his world
Once again, he sighed at the ferocity of this man, Zhuge Qingtian thought about it, this is not bad, at least he is within the scope of the lady's interest! Does this mean that to Qian Ren, he is more attractive than the beautiful scenery and bustling streets of Jiangnan? Did the lady like him so much
Seeing him heal himself to a radiant face in an instant with his own eyes, Qian Ren didn't want to think about what was going on in this person's mind. He intuitively told him that it was definitely the answer to challenge his endurance.
Just like this, when the two of them were about to end their unusual trip on a walk, Zhuge Qingtian, who insisted on not giving up, was still looking around, and suddenly a familiar figure fell into his line of sight. When he was interested, he pulled him decisively and said, "Look, madam, isn't that Mo Pan? How did he get along with people?"
The heir of the Tianshi Mansion more or less met the standard of fighting, Qian Ren stopped when he heard the words, and looked in that direction, it really looked like Mo Pan. He thought that he couldn't do nothing but take a walk when he went out to practice. Since he was not interested in the world, it would be better to watch some turmoil in the rivers and lakes, so he opened his mouth and said, "Let's go and have a look."
The author has something to say: He Huan: Quietly tell you, my apprentice likes to cultivate! He was born to be a mother who loves to take care of others!
Zhuge Qingtian: What, is the lady so gentle and virtuous? !
Qian Ren: Who do you think I am so skilled at cleaning up messes!
The sad next door Mr. Mu: I understand the hardships of being the last normal person in the world.