When Jiang Ziliu woke up again, what he saw was the built pine wood building.
The upper and lower floors are shielded by screens and shutters, and even the furniture is placed in a decent and thoughtful manner. The fire that ignited the fire before has been put out, and it was replaced by a copper magic weapon. As long as a little magic is added to it, it can burn roaringly and drive away the cold.
Jiang Zheliu stared at the copper stove for a while, then looked down at his pale and bloodless palms.
Not a trace of magic.
He raised his eyes and saw Chang Gan with black hair and black eyes sorting things in the house, putting the white plums picked from the back of Zhongnan Mountain into a porcelain vase and placing it on the desk by the window.
Chang Gan put the vase away, turned around and met Shangjiang Zheliu's gaze, he trembled, and cautiously asked, "Xianzun?"
This is what he heard from the devil's mouth.
Chang Gan has nowhere to go except here, and he found that this immortal could save his life, so he naturally refused to leave, and said eagerly: "In order to save the Immortal Venerable, I am willing to stay by your side... um... Serving the Immortal !"
Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and knocked on the copper stove: "Light the fire."
Chang Gan went over obediently, injected a trace of demonic energy, the head of the beast on the lid of the copper stove lit up, and flames ignited in the belly immediately, driving away the cold of the snowy day in Zhongnan Mountain.
Jiang Zheliu was still wearing that fluffy cloak, the snow-white and thick, enveloping him heavily. Inside is a very thin looking fairy robe, the color is like light ink, and there is no extra decoration.
A few strands of his white hair fell, and it was wrapped softly around his shoulders. At this moment, I stretched out my hand to get close to the warmth from a little distance, and the bluish-white knuckles were warmed a little, like jade reflected by the firelight.
Chang Gan looked stunned again.
He stared at each other's long eyelashes, stared at his face... After watching for a while, Chang Gan's face slowly turned red, suddenly withdrew his eyes, and said dryly: "Xianzun, you, you want to live here. how long… "
"Live until I die." Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, "You don't need to be called Xianzun, I am no longer."
Chang Gan couldn't understand this sentence, he pulled his sleeve nervously, and said, "Then can I, can I call you brother?"
Jiang Zheliu's eyes paused for a while, and turned from the burning fire, as if remembering some past events, and after a while, he said, "...As you like."
Chang Gan was overjoyed, feeling quite dependable, and happily went upstairs to continue packing.
Jiang Zheliu warmed his hands for a while before removing all the chills from his body. His injuries have not healed, and he has no cultivation base. Although he looks comfortable on the surface, there will always be pain in his body from time to time.
It's just that he doesn't care.
He carried a storage tool on him, not his original one, but the most basic and ordinary tool that could be used without spiritual power. Jiang Zheliu put some medicinal wine, tea leaves, whisks, and some books in the Qiankun bag in the appearance of the incense bag, and took nothing else.
The wind blew slightly outside.
He warmed another jug of wine, poured it into the cup, and took a few sips slowly with the porcelain cup in his hands.
This is the usual wine of the Lingxiao School, which is made to maintain the Taoist body for the monks. Jiang Zheliu usually drinks it like water, but now that his Taoist body is destroyed, he shouldn't actually drink more.
The medicinal wine was very warm, but when the second cup entered his stomach, he had already provoked a heavy internal injury. The pain was densely spreading from the lungs, like a needle stick.
Jiang Zheliu coughed twice. He didn't expect that he was so fragile. He subconsciously supported the bed with one hand. When he clenched the side of the bed, the back of his hand was tensed, and the phalanges had not yet grown. A good sound, followed by a heavy pain, made him frown.
From the sound of coughing, his pale and colorless lips were stained with bright red, causing even his shoulders to tremble.
The heavy cloak slid off his shoulders, revealing a thin snow-white shirt.
The wind moved slightly, and the footsteps outside the house stopped.
Jiang Zheliu was in severe pain, ignoring the slight sound of footsteps, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and he panted lowly.
The man outside the window didn't know whether to come in or not.
Wen Renye did not expect that he would see Immortal Venerable Lingxiao, who is famous in all worlds again, in this way.
In his memory, he only remembered the sword from hundreds of years ago, and he only remembered that he was standing on the cloud platform of the Lingxiao faction in white clothes.
In his hands, Ling Xiao Sword is a peerless sword. Only Jiang Zheliu's straight hand when he clenched it is the ultimate destination of this sword.
Wen Ren Ye stood still.
He remembered Jiang Zheliu, and the brilliant and overwhelming sword light at that time, which was drawn from all directions and merged into one sword. I remember the eager blood that poured out when the sword light slashed through my heart, the old scars branded, and the look of the other party looking up—
Almost no light can be seen.
He became famous at a young age, and for the first time fell under the sword of others.
Wen Renye's boiling blood to challenge him again slowly cooled down.
He is Jiang Ziliu.
How did he become like this
The news of the repair of the boundary membrane and the change of the head has not yet been introduced into the demon world. In the eyes of the demon world, the Lingxiao faction still has the incomparable Immortal Venerable in the world, and it is still the leader of the Four Immortal Sects, with Jiang Immortal Venerable overwhelming the world and shaking the universe.
Until Wen Renye came here in person, he saw the scene of his lips stained with blood, frowning and coughing.
Just as the new Demon Venerable stopped outside the window, Jiang Zheliu wiped off the blood on his lips, raised his eyes slightly, and took a picture with the person outside the window.
Then, he looked at the black-clothed demon standing outside the window and suddenly became a little nervous.
"Who are you?" Jiang Zheliu asked.
Wen Renye was full of murderous intent and aggression, but the hostile anger that was frozen by the other party's situation at the moment, when Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes to ask questions, his demonic heart, which was under the scar on the heart of his heart, began to have no trace. Jumping randomly without warning, he jumped in panic.
He had never seen each other so closely.
"I am," Wen Renye said after a pause, "... a new neighbor."
Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then said, "Zhongnan Mountain has never been inhabited."
"So I'm new here." Wen Renye passed the window and pushed open the door, approached the small building, took off the dark long-haired cloak on his body, faded the coldness, and sat opposite Jiang Zheliu.
The black hair of the demon race in front of him is tied up, his eyes are dark purple, and his handsome appearance carries some extremely sharp lethal power. Even in an extremely peaceful mood, it can make people dread.
The human figures of the demons are all disguised, and their demon bodies are what they looked like when they were born.
Jiang Zheliu glanced at him lightly, pushed the medicinal wine aside, and boiled water in the copper stove beside him to make tea, and said, "Just live with you, the mountain is not mine."
Wen Renye stared at him, his eyes fell on the frosty white skin around the other's neck.
"It's just, even if you live next to each other, don't come over to disturb me often." Jiang Zheliu rarely makes tea with his own hands, and his movements are a bit jerky. "You don't have to knock on the door, I sleep all day."
Wen Renye wanted to say something, but when he saw his long snow-white hair, he suddenly got stuck again, but his eyes became more and more anxious and full of anxiety.
He didn't realize how strong and explicit his eyes were.
Jiang Zheliu made the tea, blew on the water gently, and then asked slowly, "Have I offended you?"
He didn't wait for the other party to answer, and continued: "You look like you want to kill me, or you want to rape and then kill."
Wen Renye: "... Rape and then kill?"
"Yes." Jiang Zheliu said as he put the slipped cloak on his shoulders, "I shouldn't have offended a great demon of your age, otherwise, I would have cut the grass and roots, and you would have no life to stand in front of me."
Wen Renye still looked at him, and then said, "I won't hurt you. Don't you remember me?"
Jiang Zheliu glanced at him: "Should I remember?"
Wen Ren Ye was startled.
It's hard to describe how that feels.
Wen Renye's ability to come to this day is actually largely related to the splendid and tyrannical sword at the time, and to the person in front of him. He is a cultivator who only keeps getting stronger and improving himself in his eyes. He is strong enough to be close to him and surpass him.
Not long ago, Wen Renye broke through the realm, achieved the ability of half-step Jinxian, and took over the position of Demon Venerable from his father, but at that time Jiang Zheliu was wandering around and was uncertain and could not find it. After he had consolidated his cultivation, he happened to know the news that the other party was in Zhongnan Mountain. He came full of flame and desire, but the will of God only gave him this scene.
Wen Renye looked down, looking at his slender fingers, his skin was bloodless, revealing a sickly pale color.
The flames went out and were covered by the frost in front of him.
Jiang Zheliu only asked this question and did not continue. Although he did not know who the person in front of him was, and he had no impression of him, he could indeed feel that there was no killing intent in the complex emotions of the other party. As long as there was no killing intent, He doesn't care so much about details.
The bitter tea in his hand was warmed, Jiang Zheliu lowered his head and took a sip, and the extremely bitter taste flowed past. But he did not move his brows, he drank a whole glass very habitually, and even poured a glass for Wen Renye in a rare friendly manner.
Wen Renye took the tea and took a sip with a heavy heart. He was immediately numb to the tip of his tongue by the strong bitter taste, and he choked. He looked up at Jiang Zheliu, who was drinking tea calmly, and almost doubted his sense of taste: " How do you drink this?"
He didn't finish asking a word, and he asked the next sentence with anxiety: "You are so ill, why are you still here alone? Where are the people from Lingxiao's faction? And your hair... "
Wen Renye took a deep breath, not knowing where his anger came from, he calmed down a bit, reached out and touched the white hair by Jiang Zheliu's ear.
The hair was like snow, withered and cold, with almost no luster.
"How did you become like this?"
He finally asked this question.
Jiang Zheliu drank the tea slowly, moved out a hand to hold his fingers, and took back the hand that the devil was touching regardless of whether he was close or distant, and said, "Inquire about it yourself."
His skin temperature was low, and after touching Wen Renye's hand, it became even colder. But this incomparably short contact made Wen Renye's heart beat wildly again, like a wild horse that couldn't stop, jumping and vying for favor in front of Jiang Ziliu, completely beating his heart violently against reason.
As if burned, he pulled his hand back suddenly.
If this wild horse has a place to have fun, the grassland must be called "love at first sight."
Lord Mozun, who suspected that he was getting angry, was so hot that he almost wanted to dig out the deer that was about to die in his heart. He was afraid that the smell of blood would scare the other party, so he endured it and said, "Don't touch me indiscriminately. ."
Jiang Zheliu was silent for a few breaths: "Didn't you tease me first?"
"How can I..."
"Pick my hair."
Wen Renye's words stopped, and he was silent for a long while, watching Jiang Ziliu drink the terribly bitter cup of tea on the opposite side as if nothing had happened.
There was a faint cold air on the other side, whether it was by the fireplace or not, it radiated from the inside out.
Wen Renye looked at him through the fire, and the deer in his heart was about to die. Seeing him put down the tea cup, his eyebrows frowned, and there was not a trace of light in his dark eyes.
The little deer jumped for a long time, and its hoof was wobbled, and all the messed up thoughts disappeared without a trace, and only the pain was left.
Wen Renye took a breath and wanted to ask him if he wanted to go to the Demon Realm with him. Before he could say a word, there were obvious footsteps from upstairs, as well as the youthful and cheerful tone of the boy.
"Brother, I've packed up the second floor! There is a cabinet for books, do you want to..."
Chang Gan leaned on the railing of the stairs, his words stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at the man sitting opposite Jiang Ziliu, his brain completely shut down, and then his voice trembled: "Little, little uncle."
Wen Renye glanced at him and ignored him, but said to Jiang Zheliu, "He called you brother?"
"Well." Jiang Zheliu connected the events of the past few days according to Chang Gan's name, roughly guessed the identity of the person in front of him, and nodded.
Wen Renye didn't know why the other party took in Chang Gan, so he pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I was also hunted down."
Xiao Changgan, who was rolling and crawling down, heard these words the moment he came over. He stood beside him stupidly, staring at his uncle in a stunned manner.
"I don't have anyone to take it in either." Wen Renye didn't feel how shameless this was.
Chang Gan was completely stunned. He looked at his little uncle and then at his immortal elder brother.
"I can take care of you too."
Wen Renye got closer and closer as he talked, and in the end he was almost only a few inches away from Jiang Zheliu, and even his breath was in front of his eyes.
Jiang Zheliu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and said lightly, "That's why."
"I live with you." Wen Renye said.
Jiang Zheliu was stabbed by the attacking demonic energy on the other side, and frowned a little uncomfortably, and said, "What if I don't agree?"
"... Rape and then kill." The man looked fierce.
The room was silent for a while, only the sound of the wind from the outside gradually became louder, blowing open the door of the small building.
The sharp demonic energy on the opponent almost completely enveloped him, wrapping around his broken body. Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly, raised his hand against the other's eyebrows and pushed it back, and said, "Go and close the door, I'm cold."