Jiang Ziliu, who flashed to the waist, slept all day again.
When the twilight was four and the sky was getting dark, he woke up with a headache, and when he opened his eyes, A Chu's face was full of tension.
The other party was very worried: "How are you, brother! Are you injured! That demon actually said that you forced him, how shameless!"
Jiang Zheliu: "..."
The mature man who felt offended was silent for a moment, trying to clarify it for the other party, but the first time he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse, which made A Chu's eyes feel distressed.
OK, it's getting darker and darker.
"What about him?" Jiang Zheliu asked.
"I have something to do, go now. You said leave me to take care of you." A Chu sat on the edge of the bed angrily, and glanced at the mottled hickey on the immortal brother's body, and looked at the tooth marks branded on the slender and white neck of the other party. , The distressed meaning slowly changed its tone, allowing lust to prevail.
Lust is human nature. A Chu comforted himself in his heart, slowly leaned over, stared at him and said, "Although the war is flat, there are still many things that need to be dealt with by Venerable Master Wenren. The new rules that the great demons need to abide by when entering the human world... still very busy."
He stuck to Jiang Ziliu's side, and said contentedly, "I still feel like a living Celestial Spirit... Brother, where are you hurt, let me see?"
Let's see, it's worth it.
Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, reached out and pushed the horn that the deer had rubbed aside, and said lightly, "Don't be curious about the matter of the adults."
He lowered his head, rearranged his clothes, and wanted to get out of bed to pour a cup of tea, but he was dragged down by his sore waist, and the pain tingled as he struggled. Jiang Zheliu sat back on the couch honestly, stretched out his hand to help his waist through his clothes, and then saw Achu eagerly handing over the tea.
"Brother, you are at your age!" Xiaolu opened his round eyes, and his speech pierced the pain point, "Don't condone Lord Mozun any more!"
In the past, Jiang Zheliu prided himself on being old because he was indeed very old and senior, and he also wanted to retire very much, and wanted to leave the place of right and wrong. But now, his love for life may be stronger than that of the little devil, and when he encounters this kind of evaluation again, his mind is full of crit against his age.
He took the teacup, took a sip in silence, his low eyelashes trembled, then raised his eyes and said hesitantly, "I can't keep up with his... physical strength?"
Isn't this an obvious thing, that's the Demon Race!
A Chu didn't think about anything else at all, and said frankly: "Seeing that you can get up today, I feel that Brother Wenren still hasn't done much."
That's not called playing.
Jiang Zheliu suffered another setback in life, and was just a little bit closer to autism. He adjusted his mood very quickly, moistened his throat with tea, and thought about it: "It seems that re-cultivation should also be put on the agenda. By the way, tell me about the demon world..."
After Achu went to the demon world, he was accepted as an apprentice by the Qinglong Zhenjun, and he was dragged hand in hand until now. He accompanied Qinglin to live in Wanling Palace, but Qinglin did not live with him often due to the busy affairs of the demon world, but often went to guard the Sixiang Pill Furnace.
A new holy beast has also appeared in the Sixiang Dan furnace, named Xuanshuang. Currently, he is still a four or five-year-old child. It takes hundreds of years of brewing and cultivation to become the future Xuanwu Zhenjun. The identity of each other has already belonged to each other's default situation, and most of the time they will directly call him Xuanwu Zhenjun.
A-Chu chatted with him for a long time, and when he was about to finish speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and quickly said: "Brother, my master also wants to meet with you. He said that he wants to catch up with the old times. I don't know if it is convenient?"
Jiang Zheliu glanced at the entrance of Jingshan Temple: "In the current state of Wenrenye, she should not come rashly."
Achu nodded in agreement. He sucked at the heavenly spirit body for a long time, and finally went back reluctantly. Before leaving, he took Jiang Ziliu's hand, and reminded him too much: "Brother, don't be too tolerant to His Majesty the Demon, Let him force you to do this and that, and what if he abandons his wife and children again in case of human life..."
Jiang Zheliu was speechless and could only tacitly listen to what he had to say until Chang Gan sent the deer away from the demon world.
It was already late at night, and he had turned day and night upside down for the past two days. At this time, he had just woken up and was still very energetic, so he tried to use the Dao method that he was most familiar with, and followed a familiar path through the meridians in his body.
Not long after the meridian was repaired, the flow of spiritual power was very difficult, but at least it was able to survive, and it was not hopeless.
Moreover, according to Jiang Zheliu's comparison, the spiritual power stored this time is more complete than when he first practiced before.
Although rebuilding is experienced, it is also a very long process. Moreover, his body needs to recover slowly. The practice is too fast, which will easily cause pressure on the body, so even if he is familiar with the road, he has to be forced to slow down.
Jiang Zheliu didn't care about this matter. It was a very lucky thing to be able to retain spiritual power again. He took the Lingxiao Sword from the hanging sword platform, and his fingertips slowly slid over the edge of the ice sheath, giving him a long-lost familiarity.
This is the sword that has followed him for many years, and it was also a token of inheritance of the Lingxiao faction. Now, it is unknown whether the towering mountain gate with the word Lingxiao is still standing on Miaoyun Mountain.
He held the scabbard and pulled it out slightly by half an inch. The pattern on the sword body was faint, reflecting a faint edge from the moonlight. The brilliance only showed for a moment, and then it was restrained into the sword body.
Jiang Zheliu raised his finger and injected a trace of spiritual power into the sword body. Ling Xiaojian suddenly let out a deep and long low cry, as if it was activated, as if it had only seen the light of day until today.
The joy in the sword came.
Jiang Zheliu stared for a moment, and before closing the ice sheath, he felt that a pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind, and a faint chill of pine and cypress surrounded him.
He knew who it was, so he didn't hide. Wen Renye pressed it to his ear, and his voice was a little surprised.
"Can you get out of bed?"
"..." Jiang Zheliu closed the scabbard and put the Lingxiao sword back, "Very disappointed?"
Thanks to Wen Renye's care and prudence, although he felt very tired, he actually only injured his waist and there, and there was no problem in other places. Although he was still made to cry by the other party, it was not broken.
"It's weird." The little devil's breath was close to his ears, warm and itchy, "Are you really... getting better?"
His hallucinations overlapped with reality like shadows. His ever-morbid paranoia had been pryed open a little, and a ray of light had come into it.
He woke up a little to Jiang Zheliu's intention... The other party has really gotten better, and Xiao Liushu proved it to him in a way that is not often used.
"Well." Jiang Zheliu replied, "So don't be so timid, I don't just touch it... Wait a minute, you... "
He turned around, and halfway through his words, he was picked up again. Together with the Ling Xiaojian in his hand, the other party skillfully took it over and put it aside.
When the little devil hugged him, he was very measured, and he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, but this behavior was not in line with Jiang Ziliu's expectations, so he was surprised.
"Then you can't run around." Wen Renye was very persistent, "I just took care of you a little bit, and it's effective at first, and you can't practice it any more."
… as if, it backfired.
There were children who boiled medicine in Jingshan Hall, and the two Taoist children in the year of embers, that is, the two thousand-year-old ginseng dolls were also brought into the demon world, so even if the medicine stove was not visible in the room, Jiang Zheliu's soup and medicine were always used every time. All came in in a timely manner, at the right temperature, and accompanied by a few pieces of sugar cake and preserves.
Only last night, when Chang Gan was standing guard at the door, there was too much movement and no one dared to come in to disturb him, so it was delayed once.
The prescription was written by the new year of Ember. It is a normal decoction to maintain the body. It is very delicately formulated and the effect should be very good.
When Wen Renye came in, he happened to bring in the medicine cup. He put the little willow tree that had grown a little sprout back on the bed, poured a bowl of medicine, and sat down beside his lover skillfully and naturally.
Jiang Zheliu stared at his flowing movements, and at the bloody magic horn on his forehead.
"Don't be self-willed." The little devil taught him, "It's just right, come over and seduce me. What if I really spoil you, I won't be able to control myself if you're not there."
Everything he said was true. The last sentence is still true. If Wen Renye couldn't control himself, it would not be as simple as blowing up the Jingshan Temple, or blowing up the Demon Realm.
Jiang Zheliu sighed and said, "I want you to stop being so sensitive."
Wen Renye habitually blew the spoon and handed it to the other's lips.
It is this feeding method that seems to be disabled with both hands. Jiang Zheliu reluctantly lowered his head and drank it. After drinking the sweet brown sugar water for two days, he was suddenly bitter, and frowned in discomfort.
"Wait for you to recover." The little devil fed the sugar cake easily, and said sincerely, "I will listen to you."
Who knows what level of recovery is in Wen Renye's eyes, and when will it be? Does he have to wait until he reaches the peak of his reconstruction and fight with the little devil to break the illusion in his heart
This is the last resort, the longest and most thorough. But Wen Renye's state of being affected by the Slaughter Dao Seed, I don't know if I can wait for that day.
The other party spoke extremely seriously, not joking at all. Jiang Zheliu had a headache, he pressed his eyebrows and said, "Listen to me. I want to leave the demon world to go around the world, go to the cultivation world to breathe, and want to practice again, but now you will definitely not allow it... Take these words to me, are you talking about it?"
The little devil's movements stagnated, and his purple eyes looked at him faintly.
Only then did Jiang Zheliu realize that what he said just now was a bit too much. He thought of the hallucinations of the other party for 80 years, and the current inability to extricate himself and go his own way, only to feel very uncomfortable.
But he didn't want to quarrel with the other party, and didn't want to make Wen Renye sad, so he softened his tone and explained soothingly: "It's okay, don't take it to your heart. The devil world is pretty good."
This reassurance is substandard. But Jiang Zheliu was in a bad mood, and he couldn't think of a more useful thing for the time being, but he just finished drinking the medicine with his hand.
He lit the candlestick and read a book, beside him was Ling Xiaojian, which just re-sounded today. Wen Renye sat beside him without speaking.
The room fell into silence for a long, long time.
Jiang Zheliu couldn't read the book, but he forced himself to remain calm, looking for a way to stabilize his mind in the slightly vague memory. Wen Renye didn't know what he was thinking, he put his hand on the edge of the bed, his clothes had not taken off, and he had no intention of sleeping with him.
The atmosphere was a little stalemate.
Since Jiang Zheliu woke up, the situation has become very strange. Wen Renye wanted to cure his illness, but he was also full of questions about the little devil's mind and hallucinations, and there were always conflicts between them that needed to be reconciled. .
One is a poor body, the other is a poor brain, and they can't even communicate with each other.
In short, the current situation is that they both want to heal each other, and the conflict between the two sides either stems from the collision between the little devil's illusion and reality, or from Jiang Ziliu's inevitable worry when thinking about countermeasures.
Until the book in his hand did not turn the page for a long time.
Wen Renye's breath entangled, he approached the autistic little willow tree, stared at the book for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Mindfulness?"
This time, it's not an ordinary book with a serious book cover, but a real book of comprehension.
"...Well." Jiang Zheliu said, "A common technique used by human monks to stabilize the mind of the Tao."
"... what you just said, is it true?"
Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes, looked at the other party, and did not answer directly.
The little devil lowered his head to rub against him, and rubbed his forehead with a hard, bloody-hot magic horn. His hand smoothed the falling snow hair, smoothing the cold and moist hair between his fingers.
"Do you want to leave the demon world?"
Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "I haven't even stepped out of Jingshan Temple."
"The devil is windy." Wen Renye subconsciously said, "A lot of dust, what should you do if it hurts?"
Jiang Ziliu listened silently, guessing that in his heart, he was worse than paper.
But Wen Renye soon realized that the other party didn't want to listen to his words, and said, "You are better now, I can accompany you to go out and have a look."
"Encircle me?" Jiang Zheliu put down the book, ready to reason with the young lover, "My body is much better, Ember Nian and He Tan have healed my broken meridian and weak soul, and I can practice again. I said Can you listen to some of these words?"
The little devil stared at him quietly, before saying after a while, "So, are you going to leave me?"
Jiang Zheliu: "..."
Although he knew that the little devil was seriously ill, he felt that the other party was just too immersed in hallucinations, and he didn't expect it to be so serious that he couldn't communicate.
Jiang Zheliu couldn't guess the logic of what he said, and continued to explain: "I don't want to leave you, but I want to practice again, I want to see this world that you have transformed, and I don't want to be trapped in the palace by you. In the temple. I don’t want you to torture yourself by adding everything you think to reality.”
Not only torturing himself, but also torturing Jiang Ziliu's nerves. If he is taken care of by the other party so much, his brain will also have problems.
Jiang Zheliu's tone was very calm when he spoke, and there was no special emotion in his voice, he just told him these words. But Wen Renye's fragile nerves were still tender, and he felt extremely hurt.
"Do you think I am imprisoning you?" he asked.
Jiang Zheliu was speechless. He looked at the other party with his eyes slightly lowered, his expression darkened a lot, and an inexplicable sense of guilt emerged from his heart.
It shouldn't be, it's him who is clearly trapped, why is he the one who feels distressed.
Wen Renye didn't hear the answer, he made a big concession and said unwillingly: "Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you. But you must take care of yourself."
Without waiting for Jiang Zheliu to speak, he moved closer, his voice lower and more sad.
"I kiss you, don't talk about me."
Jiang Zheliu didn't know what to say. He was gently touched on the lips by the other party, and kissed him lingeringly and tenderly, disrupting the thoughts in his mind.
… how about this
Jiang Zheliu was pushed down on the bed by him, and his fingers were held by the little devil's warm palms. He rubbed them from the inside of his knuckles, interspersed with his ten fingers, and pressed them against the pillow.
The manner is very gentle, but the strength is the kind of strength that can't be freed. It seems to be begging him not to say anything. It is obviously a means of kissing, and he is not allowed to say it.
Jiang Ziliu had no choice but to let him kiss him all the time, and finally withdrew from the overlapping breaths, avoiding the act of ignoring the gun in time, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Don't make a fuss... ."