There was a lot of snow in Zhongnan Mountain.
The pines and cypresses on the mountain are evergreen and full of aura.
When Zhu Wuxin passed the tombstone, he reached out and brushed off the light snow on it. He looked at the sacrifices and paper flowers before Lingzhong, and knew that Jiang Ziliu was still here and did not leave.
He looked at the engraving on the stone tablet - it was engraved by his brother, because he was still young at that time and could not leave a mark on such a thick boulder, so Jiang Zheliu carved the tablet for him and also took charge of Ling Xiao for him. group.
Zhu Wuxin hurriedly glanced at it and felt that he should let go of these past events. Now everything is back where it should be, and there is no more misalignment. He even thought that if his senior brother wanted, he could let him return to the Lingxiao faction...
He missed Jiang Zheliu indistinctly.
Zhu Wuxin walked past the tomb and walked towards the bamboo garden and the small building in the distance. There is no one in the bamboo garden, and there is no breath of life in it, just like a decoration and a facade. The pine wood building on the side is simple and elegant, but the door made of Wanling Stone is too dazzling, and the aesthetic style is perfectly in line with the firebird in the demon world.
I wish Wuxin approached with a sword. Seeing a deer demon with antlers sitting under the eaves to boil medicines, those medicinal materials are like ordinary products that grow freely in Zhongnan Mountain, and the taste that spreads is astringent and bitter, lingering endlessly.
… Still the same, always taking in these little monsters.
Zhu Wuxin remembered that he was particularly liked by the demon clan. The twin-tailed civet cat he bought when he was a child never gave him a good face, but he always clings to his senior brother, licking him and kissing him as if to please him. He refused, and he couldn't resist those little animals fascinated by him.
After the development of the matter, many people thought that Immortal Venerable Ling Xiao liked these demon clan spiritual pets, and even used these little demons to please his senior brothers. Although Jiang Zheliu said nothing on the surface, he clarified it euphemistically after the incident, which prevented the immortal mansion. The consequences of being stuffed with spiritual pets.
Maybe not only the little demon, but everyone who has seen him...
Zhu Wuxin restrained his thoughts, walked to the deer demon, looked at the medicine in the furnace beside him, squatted down and said, "The seedlings of Xuan Lingzhi have been pulled out? When you arrive at Qiye, you are the best in the realm of cultivation."
Ah Chu complained without raising his head, "Ganoderma lucidum is already cooked, and people are dying."
After he complained about this sentence, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, he immediately raised his head, and saw the smiling face of Zhu Wuxin.
A Chu was stunned and said, "Who are you?"
Zhu Wuxin said, "I am his junior brother."
A Chu's brain shut down in an instant, and his brain, who had only read the first half of the content, densely ran through sentences, sketching out the image of Zhu Wuxin, his heart madly called the police, and he moved back defensively, saying: "You... what are you going to do?"
"Don't be afraid." Zhu Wuxin lifted the lid of the medicine stove, took the porcelain bowl from A Chu's body, and scooped a bowl of the black concoction, "I'll take care of him, you can rest."
A Chu naturally refused, but before he could say a word, he was caught by a sharp-edged spiritual force, all the bones in his body were suppressed by the medicine stove, and his internal organs seemed to be crushed. The tender horns on his head were torn apart, and blood was slowly dripping out.
Just when he almost felt that he was about to breathe, the pressure on his body was suddenly lifted. A Chu was lying on the ground panting rapidly, and when he turned his head, he only saw the back of Zhu Wuxin pushing the door in.
The interior is a bit bleak.
The bamboo curtain by the window was lowered, and the already faint sunlight penetrated through the gap of the bamboo curtain slowly and weakly.
This was the first time Zhu Wuxin saw him after that day.
The bead curtain of the small building is strung with clear water beads. The architectural style is like the aesthetics of the devil world, with a simple and wild romance.
Zhu Wuxin put the medicine bowl gently on the side of the table, and saw a ball of snow-white plush lying on the rattan chair. White hair, almost integrated with the plush cloak.
The room was silent, except for the slightest movement of the wind.
The window was only half-closed, and the mountain wind blew the bead curtains. The stove was still burning for a long time.
Zhu Wuxin stared at his back, and the psychological construction he had done all the way was suddenly loosened, and he almost forgot the purpose of this trip. There was only one sentence in his mind - what the hell is this place, is it worthy of his senior brother
Zhu Wuxin didn't actually see him sleeping very much. Jiang Zheliu rarely rested. His cultivation and realm were enough to support him for a long, long time without sleep.
This snow cloak is also made by the Demon Race. Zhu Wuxin stopped at the side of the rattan chair, reached out and took a look at the plush material, knowing that it was a precious material in the demon world, and the doubts accumulated in his heart were even worse. He held the edge of the snow cloak and moved it in his direction. After a moment, I wanted to see if there were any signs to be found, but I encountered a small resistance.
Zhu Wuxin turned his eyes and watched him subconsciously clench Xue Cloak's hand.
He had never seen Jiang Zheliu like this, with such a quiet, soft, and silent appearance, and he never imagined that his senior brother would make such a move similar to "pulling the quilt".
Zhu Wuxin leaned down, stretched out his hand to brush away the long hair that fell on his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother?"
Jiang Zheliu was very easy to wake up. He didn't sleep deeply, and no one who was often woken up by pain could fall asleep comfortably.
But Jiang Ziliu didn't expect to see him.
Since he retired, he has always been very sleepy, sleeping half of the day. When I opened my eyes at this moment, I was still a little dizzy, so I just responded lightly.
Jiang Zheliu lifted off the snow cloak, folded a handful of white hair, and glanced at him: "Are you paying homage to Master?"
Zhu Wuxin said, "I've seen my father, come and see my brother."
"Well." Jiang Zheliu pinched his eyebrows, "It's not just looking at it, what's wrong?"
He knew Zhu Wuxin too well, and even understood some of the other's misunderstandings about him.
Zhu Wuxin stood in front of him, stared at the fingertips that rubbed his brows, looked at the bloodless nails, and said after a while, "Did Jin Yujie come to see Senior Brother a few days ago? Did Senior Brother say anything to him? "
Jiang Zheliu let go of his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at him, his dark and dull eyes swept across the other's face without any waves, and said, "Yujie wanted to take me to Wushuang Jiange, but I declined."
This was within Zhu Wuxin's expectations. He looked at the other party's expression, and from Jiang Ziliu's body, he felt that nothing was worth mentioning, and even the tone of the narrative was understated.
I don't know since when, the senior brother just treated him like this, without showing any mood swings in front of him, and he wouldn't say a word.
Zhu Wuxin felt stuffy in his chest and was annoyed for no reason. He glanced around and suddenly asked: "Senior brother and a friend of the demon clan? It seems that this friend is not simple. He has collected so many precious things for senior brother."
He paced back and forth and watched the pine wood building all over again, and the more he looked, the more annoyed he became, and he didn't know where the annoyance came from: "I don't know what kind of honorable identity it is, senior brother has such a friend, and he even I don't even know. Ask him to help you with these things from the devil world, is it the brother who is still blaming me?"
Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly and asked, "What's your fault?"
Zhu Wuxin took a deep breath, suppressed his sourness and that strange anger, smiled at him, and said, "Of course it's my fault that I didn't keep my senior brother well enough to let you live in this kind of barren mountains. Why don't you? In this way, let me restore my reputation, senior brother, will you go back with me?"
With a look of "as long as you go back with me, I don't care about this", he stretched out his hand towards Jiang Ziliu, with a hint of pity and charity in his tone.
Jiang Ziliu didn't want to be angry with him, and said calmly, "I didn't think so."
This was obviously a word of comfort, but it made Zhu Wuxin unable to hold back his emotions. There was a clear annoyance in his eyes. He seemed to feel hateful that "Senior brother didn't blame himself", and his mind was complicated. Various pictures flashed on the ground, and finally settled in Jiang Ziliu's dark and cold pupils.
The bitter medicine filled the air, and the mist rose.
Zhu Wuxin clenched his hands tightly, closed his eyes and endured it for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "Who is that Demon Race?"
Jiang Zheliu took the medicine bowl, did not care about the bear child, took a sip of medicine slowly, and did not speak.
But bear children have never been allowed to hang around, and the speculations in Zhu Wuxin's mind are getting more and more extreme. He couldn't bear it any longer, and he grabbed the porcelain bowl from the opponent's fingers, and half of the soup was spilled on the ground.
Zhu Wuxin clasped his shoulders tightly, his emotions were so intense that it was indescribable: "Brother, tell me, who is taking care of you? We have grown up together for so many years, do you believe that an outsider is better than me?! There is no chance for a third person to intervene in the friendship between me and you! Senior brother, if you go back with me, all the demons are not good things. Their wolf ambitions will kill you sooner or later..."
Jiang Zheliu's shoulder hurt from his grip, he frowned slightly, and sighed, "It's the young master of the devil world."
Zhu Wuxin was stunned: "… Young Master?"
Jiang Zheliu said patiently, "Wen Ren Ye."
He said it lightly and indifferently, but it fell into Zhu Wuxin's ears, but it was completely different. He only recently learned that Wenren Ye took the throne, and he had never known any relationship between the two before, and he could not have imagined that in such a short period of time. Within the time period, what kind of friendship will he establish with Demon Venerable with his senior brother's character!
Zhu Wuxin's head was congested, his chest heaved with anger, he gritted his teeth and said: "Wen Renye? When did you know him, what kind of person is he, and he deserves to be by your side? You... "
When Zhu Wuxin said this, he suddenly thought of another possibility, his words sternly, and then slowly: "...Is this the plan of senior brother?"
Jiang Zheliu didn't understand what he meant. He only felt a little pain in the place where the other party held him tightly, so he reached out and patted the back of his hand: "Wuxin, you hurt me."
Zhu Wuxin's thoughts were so chaotic that he didn't hear these words at all, but murmured: "You and Wen Renye have known each other for a long time? Did the senior brother plan with him to prepare for the treatment and recovery, and then use Jin Yujie? with the assistance and his own prestige, re-…”
His words were not spoken, but the meaning was almost expressed.
After so many years, he never really understood Jiang Zheliu.
Jiang Zheliu was really hurt by him, and he spilled half a bowl of his medicine. At this time, when he heard the other party's words, even if he had always been good-natured towards Zhu Wuxin, he felt that the dead could be pissed off by this bastard. Live, all the internal organs tumbling, vomiting blood from the meridians leaking into a sieve.
He coughed several times, more and more violently, as if his lungs were about to shatter, and there was a little blood on his lips.
At this moment, the ink bracelet on Jiang Zheliu's wrist faintly lit up in a circle of seal script. At the moment when neither of them could react, a fierce and terrifying demonic energy rushed out, Zhu Wuxin was struck by this sudden demon. With a bang, it flew away.
This demonic energy was really fierce. It smashed all the screens and table cases in the middle. Zhu Wuxin's body was directly rushed out of the pine wood building, and the gate of the Wanling Stone built by Zhenjun Suzaku slammed into a pulp. , dragged out dozens of meters in the snow, blood splashed everywhere.
… The quilt was not cut directly into the rock.
Jiang Zheliu watched Zhu Wuxin get up from the ground while vomiting blood, and then glanced at the pine wood building where a big hole had been knocked out. He was speechless, and after a while, he said slowly, "... It's broken again."
Not only that, the suddenly activated ink bracelet was constantly flowing with dark patterns. The next moment, the dense clouds on the sky of Zhongnan Mountain suddenly lowered, and purple thunder and lightning burst out between the clouds, condensing a vast magical energy.
A stream of purple lightning-like light descended from between the clouds, seemingly using the method of traveling between the two realms. In a blink of an eye, Lord Demon Venerable, who was half covered in blood, appeared with the electric light full of suffocation, and his body was splashed with other people's blood, giving off a thick sweet smell.
Even the residual blood that rolled down was warm.
Wen Renye's dark cloak was soaked with blood, and he didn't know what kind of ruthless Demon Venerable who murdered without blinking the moment he came here. There is a violent atmosphere of "you will die soon".
But this tyranny disappeared almost instantly. Wen Renye didn't see Zhu Wuxin. He was covered in blood. He wanted to touch Jiang Zheliu, but he was afraid of contaminating the other party. He asked in a hurried manner: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Zheliu looked at the horn on his head, thought for a while, and pointed to the place where the wind was leaking: "Well... repair the door."