When Ember Year came in, Jiang Zheliu was still drinking medicine.
He drank more medicine than he ate, but over the past few days, the pain in his body has indeed decreased a lot, and even his vision that was gradually blurred has recovered a little. On the surface, the effect is not slow.
It has been estimated in the Ember Year. If Jiang Zheliu stayed here for ten or twenty years, he might not be able to restore his cultivation, but it would definitely be possible to prolong his life. The other party's realm is still there, as long as the body does not collapse, how long it can stay is an elusive and undetermined number.
Jiang Zheliu's medicine has always been bitter, but recently he was watched by the little devil to drink medicine, and every time he was fed sweet candied fruit, which caused his sensitivity to bitterness to skyrocket, and now he even frowns when he drinks medicine .
Jiang Zheliu put down the medicine bowl, and was fed a square sugar cake by Wenren Ye, which was so sweet that it was almost boring. He bit half of it and thought it was too sweet, so he stepped back, and then saw Wen Renye eating the other half without disdain, with smooth and natural movements, full of long-planned taste.
…You guys are so good at it.
Jiang Zheliu thought that he was an elderly person, and he belonged to the kind of people whose time was short.
"... What, do you still want to eat?"
Lord Mozun leaned down with deep eyes, took a sip beside him like a cat, and said, "I think—"
He only uttered two words, and was interrupted by the sound of "dong dong" knocking on the door frame. Wen Renye turned his head to look and saw Ember Year standing at the door, with the words "You are so sweet and I am sour, yes, I came here on purpose to shine".
On the contrary, Jiang Zheliu's attitude was very calm, and he thought it was a routine question about his physical condition, and even divided the cushion on his seat into one.
Yu Jinnian sat opposite him, looked at Jiang Zheliu with a smile for a while, then turned to look at the Demon Venerable beside him: "Well... Killing afterward... It's kind of like that."
Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what he meant, but instead glanced at Wen Renye and said, "With the kindness of my good neighbor, he wouldn't treat me like this."
It was the first time that Wen Renye was praised for being kind, but these four words were actually scolding people in the demon world... scolding demons.
Lord Mozun resisted this curse word without refuting, but nodded quite usefully.
Ember Year said: "It's okay, even if he is considerate and gentle to you, and is very kind, it will soon be gone. It is estimated that the entire cultivation world will feel that you are miserable, helpless and pitiful."
Jiang Zheliu: "...?"
"Your juniors, friends, and a black-hearted bastard are plotting together to describe you as a little white flower who has been humiliated and humiliated, and Wen Renye as a scheming and cruel big devil, and then he will be the same as the party. Eliminate dissidents and take you back."
Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, and had a rare feeling of incomprehension, and asked repeatedly: "...The one who has been abused and humiliated...Little White Flower?"
"Yes." Ember Nian took a sip of tea and continued, "I think the content of the rumors may be very hot, cruel and terrifying, and it may be miserable to gouge out your eyes and cut your hands, and you may also suffer because you would rather die than die. torture."
"...Why would you rather die than obey." Jiang Zheliu thought in confusion.
"How could he be tortured so much!" Wen Renye was extremely annoyed.
The little devil would be angry with himself for a long time even if he touches his hair, and it's miserable to gouge out his eyes and cut his hands. Xiao Liushu has always been a Buddhist life after retirement, and has never been willing to die... But it may never succeed, and the willow branches can be directly broken and died in the middle.
After the year of Ember finished drinking the tea, he recounted what Wang Wenyuan had said before, but concealed the later paragraphs about Wutong Hanqingsan and Zhu Wuxin. He knew that Zhu Wuxin was the son of Jiang Zheliu's benefactor, and he was always different in the eyes of the other party. He was afraid that Jiang Zheliu would be burdened by kindness, but he was still tolerant of Zhu Wuxin.
Jiang Zheliu listened patiently, poured himself a cup of tea slowly, and commented: "If you don't do business, you will be noisy."
Wen Renye didn't have such a good temper anymore. He was so popular for his sweetheart that he gradually began to kill again: "This bird and the bastard don't accept your love at all. I think it would be better to kill it earlier."
Jiang Zheliu blew the tea noodles, held the porcelain cup and thought for a moment, then said: "Liezhen and Qinglin teaming up is enough to hold you back for a long time. Little Demon King, even if you are talented and you can be a thousand, you are still fleshy. , it's not iron."
He paused and continued: "But I don't think the two of them are that..."
Jiang Zheliu can see clearly that he will not really make friends with big traitors and evil people, so the longer he thinks about it, the more he thinks that Jin Yujie and Liezhen are at most prejudiced against the demons, but in fact they should still listen to themselves. words.
If Xiaolu Achu was there, he would find that he forgot to include the factor of secret love again.
Following his words, Yu Jinnian added: "Wang Wenyuan also thinks so, so he wants to take advantage of the fisherman, so that he can win the title of the head of the Lingxiao faction, and also take over you as a fairy. The identity of the head of the door."
The way he wanted to fight for power was not to run the Tianji Pavilion and make it stronger, but to induce other sects to fight infighting, and to promote conspiracy to gain power.
Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, sighed very lightly, and said in a calm tone, "How can I convince the public like this, bastard, and waste my efforts."
But he actually didn't want to take care of the current affairs of the cultivation world. He let go of his hand and handed over everything to his junior and junior brothers. This is something everyone is happy to see, so even if Wang Wenyuan's mind is not right, he feels that this It's a young person's business and shouldn't be bothered.
However, Wen Ren Ye Feng Ping's murder needs to be dealt with a little.
Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and looked at him, and said, "It's too vulgar to take and rob, it's better to say that we meet each other and become acquaintances..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Renye held his hand, those purple eyes stared at him brightly, and he swallowed, as if he had seen a special opportunity.
"Actually, I don't mind being a cruel and violent devil."
Jiang Zheliu: "..."
"It's best to grab the marriage at first sight." Wen Renye insisted, "Get married, marry you as a demon queen, and then..."
"...And then defiled me, spoiled me, ravaged me?" Jiang Zheliu replied as usual.
Wen Renye was stunned by these nine words, and restlessly hooked his hand, slowly intertwined his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Is there such a good thing?"
Jiang Zheliu looked at him calmly, stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of his lips, and said lightly, "The drool is flowing."
Wen Renye: "Uh..."
"I lied to you." The big beauty retracted her hand, "It's human nature to be lecherous and Mu Shaoai. It's just that I'm not in good health, so you probably won't have the chance to taint it."
The lips touched by the other's fingertips were slightly hot, the other's fingers were cold and soft, and the whole body exuded a good hug, it was cold but not cold, like the first snow under the moonlight.
Wen Renye didn't feel any regret at all, but slowly rubbed the back of the other's hand: "...I didn't want to."
——
When Ember Year and Jiang Ziliu negotiated until sunset, they also talked about a lot of old things in the world of self-cultivation.
Although the two are talking about these "conspiracies", they are not very worried. It's just that in the year of embers, he is assured of the combat power of the demon world. He even thinks that even if there is no such thing, the demon world that has opened up the third giant gate of Xuantong may also covet the realm of cultivation. The door, but only Jiang Zheliu.
It's easier for Jiang Zheliu not to worry. He thinks that before these people unite, the talks will fall apart because of the division of interests and mutual suspicion. Even if he maintains the surface peace, really posts to the demon world, and asks Wen Renye about the matter, he can come forward to solve it.
After all, he is no longer useful, and only the reputation accumulated over the years can be used.
The twilight is four close, and the tea on the table is a little cold.
In the year of Ember, he got up and said goodbye. He casually brushed off his robes and said, "It seems that only when the seniors are alone, will I have the opportunity to have a long talk with you."
Jiang Zheliu shook his head: "I was too busy before."
"Naturally busy. Seniors were not as relaxed as they are now." Ember Nian glanced at Wen Renye, who had a gloomy expression next to him, and said deliberately, "You used to be as tense as your sword, cold and sharp, making people uncomfortable. Dare to touch."
As he wished, he saw Lord Mozun's face getting worse and worse, and there seemed to be a vinegar smell floating in the air, "I didn't understand what you said."
Ember Nian paused and said with a smile, "I've seen you a few times, but I've never seen you so gentle, if before, the various sects in the cultivation world you sheltered did this in private, I'm afraid they would have done it. The repression is back."
Jiang Zheliu lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and said calmly, "Isn't this unable to lift the sword?"
When the year of embers sees it, I will close it. I am afraid that I will really piss off the big devil next to me. Just as I was about to turn and leave, I suddenly remembered something. I untied an indigo blue Qiankun bag from my waist, and reached out to dig it out. It took a long time. Pull out a book.
He glanced at the writing with a mysterious smile, and handed the book to Jiang Ziliu.
Jiang Zheliu thought it was a love story book he kept privately, so he took it over and just glanced at the title of the book, when he heard Ember Year reminding inexplicably: "You have lost your cultivation base and your soul is fragile, you remember from the first One page to start practicing."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. After walking out for a long time, there was a malicious laugh in the distance.
Jiang Zheliu held the book, and his expression was stagnant for a moment, and then the little devil beside him grabbed his fingers and came over to take a look.
On it is written "Shenjiao Complex Body Technique" in seal script.
… what to pay
Wen Renye suffered the second extremely tragic devil's test. He didn't react for a while. When he reacted, he saw Jiang Zheliu's ears slowly turning red and moistening on the frost-white skin. A thin layer of crimson.
The art of divine friendship has existed since ancient times, and there is even a special type of monks who study this way. It is a way of intertwining and intertwining with each other. It is quite beneficial for monks whose souls are damaged and whose primordial spirit is insufficient, but this is too much. Intimacy, sometimes even better than physical sex.
Jiang Zheliu's cultivation is completely useless, and there is no need to say more about the physical damage. Even the primordial spirit has suffered a lot. Otherwise, he would not be thinking about sleeping all day. It is precisely because his energy is limited that he needs a lot of sleep time. And looking at the name of this book, it should be a kind of recovery technique based on divine communication.
The two were silent for a long time, until the tea on the table was completely cold, and Wen Renye asked hesitantly, "This thing... you..."
Logically speaking, this is also one of the contents of good treatment.
Jiang Zheliu has never studied the technique of divine friendship, so he is completely unclear about this matter. He was silent for a while, and then said, "I don't know much."
"It seems to be cultivated slowly." Wen Renye didn't know why he was nervous, "Would you like to try it?"
Jiang Zheliu glanced at the book, then raised his head to look at the gleaming-eyed Lord Mozun in front of him, and pondered, "Isn't it not so good? There will be dependence on the technique of friendship."
This is common sense. Because of this feature, this recovery method is almost only tried between husband and wife.
Wen Renye said: "What's wrong? I won't leave you anyway."
"...Young and arrogant, don't make promises casually."
"I didn't say anything casually." The little devil said persistently, "I mean it."
Seeing that Jiang Ziliu didn't answer, he seemed to be half thinking and half acquiescing. He couldn't help but clenched the opponent's hand again, rolled his Adam's apple, and carefully probed: "Then do I have a chance, that, tarnish you. already?"
Jiang Zheliu: "...Can't you change the word?"