Huashang's hind feet couldn't reach the edge of the window, and he fluttered his front paws and fell. She knew that there was a strong hand here, so she dragged her tail and jumped, trying to throw off the stone and run away. But the stone man was far faster than her and had blocked her escape. Huashang fluttered left and right with it as if playing, but couldn't run away.
Huashang became angry with shame, and her snow-white fur rolled gray on the ground. She lowered her body and threw the rock with her tail. With the grass crown on top of the stone, the stone slammed his head, and hurriedly smoothed the crown, and was slapped on the back by Huashang's paw, stepping on it.
Seeing the opportunity, Huashang ran away with a "swoosh", the stone patted the ashes and got up, put the soiled grass crown on his head again, and climbed in along the crack of the window, seeing Cang Ji lying unconscious on the ground. It slipped down the window, jumped over Cang Ji's hand, and pushed the candlestick upright.
Cang Ji's face was pale and his lips were faintly blue, as if his mind was captured by a monster. Shitou touched his forehead, and as expected, he sensed a flow of evil spirits flowing through it. No wonder he seemed to hear someone talking in the room just now.
Shitou thought for a moment, and put his grass crown on Cang Ji's head.
Cang Ji closed his five senses, but he was forcibly pushed away by a cool aura in an instant, and the sea of spirits in his abdomen almost screamed in response, almost revealing his true appearance. He hurriedly coughed a few times, pretending to be overwhelmed. The spiritual energy was stagnant, and it turned into a drizzle and melted into his internal organs.
If Cang Ji is really a mortal and has a huge gap with Jing Lin's cultivation base, then there is nothing wrong with this trip. Instead, it can protect Cang Ji's internal organs from the invasion of evil spirits. But he is the biggest evil spirit in this world. Jinglin's aura suddenly entered, making him boil with dragon breath and mobilize the sea of spirit. Even this "ordinary" face can hardly be covered, and the dragon scales on his chest have resisted on their own. And now. Jinglin is no one else. He insists on practicing swordsmanship. Monsters and demons are afraid of his spiritual energy. Therefore, his spiritual energy is integrated into Cang Ji's body.
Shitou saw that his evil spirit had been eliminated, so he left with confidence, sat cross-legged outside the door, caught a cricket and caged it in the palm of his hand, and kept watch for him.
Cang Ji opened his eyes as soon as the door was closed, but he couldn't move, so he could only suppress the discomfort, and slowly pulled Jing Lin's spiritual energy out of his internal organs, sent it to his chest, and rubbed it into a ball of crystal clear spiritual beads.
so close!
Cang Ji let out a breath of cold air, wondering if Jing Lin's move was meant to be a test.
He stroked his chest and felt the spirit bead of Jing Lin. The original Canglong was surrounded by the spirit bead, and his long tail patted the bead's side, playing with it in the virtual realm of his chest. Jing Lin and Cang Ji had a skin-to-skin relationship, so during the chase, the breath gradually melted, the initial cold and tingling melted a little bit, and became gentle and warm. Canglong took the pearl in his mouth and jumped into the spirit sea, the spirit waves suddenly lifted, Cang Ji immediately felt the nourishment of the pure heavenly spirit, and had an inexplicable thought of being dependent on each other.
Cang Ji's chest calmed down, he raised his arm, still holding the Buddha bead between his fingers.
"...Is this the doom?"
Cang Ji meditated, unable to taste the taste.
The next day, Jing Lin really struggled to get Cang Ji to bed. Seeing that he was not awake for a long time, he was afraid that he would be captured by evil spirits.
Dongjun knocked on the door, Jinglin went out, and the two stood not far away talking. Dongjun yawned, pointed to the sun, and said, "It's not early, if there is anything urgent, tell me quickly, I'll leave later."
"How did my father order."
"You already know it by heart, so why do you need to ask?" Dongjun shook his fan and pointed at Yining from a distance with his chin, "You also know why he was transferred to the west, and now there is an emergency everywhere, and there is a shortage of people everywhere. The south can't be held anymore."
"There are still tens of thousands of refugees here who have nowhere to relocate. If the remaining land in the south is lost, Zhongdu will become a thing. Even if Jiutianmen has more energy in the future, it will not be able to return to the sky." Jing Lin couldn't help but take a step closer and said, " In the east, there are many mourning people, and far more people are dying of starvation than dying in a sea of blood."
Dongjun's fan pressed against Jinglin's chest, he raised his eyes gloomily, and said, "That's right, Emperor Cang should give up to the north so that these tens of thousands of refugees can live in peace. Running around, there are countless disciples who are dying to protect ordinary people! Why is Emperor Cang unwilling to join the alliance? I have read your letter to my father, you said that Emperor Cang has the heart to draw blood from all over the world, and is willing to swallow it up with one force. —Do you recognize him? Do you know that if he really leads to the sea of blood in all directions, then when the high wall in the north collapses, it will be the day of Zhongdu’s funeral!”
"You go to the north by yourself!" Jing Lin's voice was cold, "Why don't you see the north with your own eyes. Emperor Cang has been operating in the north for several years, and he can look down and see the high walls. The sea is built to protect the Quartet!"
"He is just arrogant and ignorant, and he is willing to gamble with the world." Dong Jun didn't get angry with him, but smiled subtly, "Besides, let me ask you, the tide of blood cannot be receded by Jiutianmen's full cooperation. What can he swallow? If he can't do it, he has other plans."
"There is only one dragon in the world, swallowing the sky and accepting the sea is his strength. If you and I are willing to let go of prejudice and help him." Jinglin's voice gradually calmed down, "The sea of blood can be eradicated as soon as possible."
"Brother." Dong Jun held his hand cynically and said, "Even if you and I can help him, even if he really can swallow the sea of blood with his own strength, what will happen after the matter is completed? The world is to listen to his Cang Emperor. , or listen to Jiutianjun? If you listen to Emperor Cang, what about the disciples who died in the sea of blood in the past 100 years of Jiutianmen? How to calculate the division of Zhongdu in the future? Belly, but in the past we were incompatible with the monsters in the north, and there were many heads under your Yanquan sword. Emperor Cang has a mad personality, and he can't tolerate sand in his eyes. You thought he would let Jiutianmen go, let go You and me, have you spared your father?"
Jing Lin didn't answer, but turned around and left. Dongjun looked at him from behind, his eyes were complicated, and he only sighed.
Jing Lin walked halfway and looked back suddenly. His chest heaved up and down, the hand holding the sword was clenched tightly, and his face was terrifyingly cold. He said to Dongjun: "The four seas are buried, the world will perish. Seeing the sea of blood swallowing up, the brothers are still thinking about a hundred years later. Emperor Cang swallows the sea alone, and no one in all directions responds. Stand by your sword."
"What do you say about a child." Dong Jun was silent for a moment, and said, "If you draw a sword for him, you are an enemy of your father. Jinglin, ten thousand people are crawling under the door, and your father loves you only. You have to make a dragon, Enemies with your father?"
"I am the way of heaven." Jing Lin said word by word.
Jing Lin entered with the cold air, and Cang Ji was half dead on the pillow. When he saw Jinglin, he couldn't help coughing. Jinglin took a cup and poured water, and handed it to Cang Ji.
"Have you quarreled with someone?" Cang Ji said, "It looks bad."
"It's okay." Jing Lin looked as usual and said, "Where is my brother going now?"
Cang Ji coughed a few times and said, "There is nowhere to go."
Jing Lin was about to say something, but suddenly raised his hand and touched Cang Ji's forehead, touching a hot spot, and seeing him coughing constantly, he thought it was caused by the fox demon last night, so he said: "It is easy to see monsters in the wild mountains and mountains. , I always like to show people with beauty. Brother, you are young, you should not be too indulgent in it, it will not be good if your body is broken. Besides, over time, lust is hard to get rid of, and it is inevitable that you will be weak and sick."
The tea Cang Ji was drinking spit out, he put all his rebuttals in his mouth, and swallowed them all, wishing he could take off his clothes and let him feel, what is "frail and sick", he is clearly strong and majestic !
Cang Ji put down the cup and said "softly": "... cultivators don't dare to be brave. Last night, I felt exhausted. I slept on the ground for some night, and I got a little hot this morning." He said to Jing more sincerely. Lin advised, "I'm sick from the cold now, and I'm afraid I won't get better in a few days. If you have something to do, it doesn't matter if you go. It's just that you and I have similar tastes, and it's really fateful to meet in the rivers and lakes. I don't know when I will see you again."
Jing Lin looked at Cang Ji's eyes, but his eyes flickered for no reason. He was the one who hung Cang Ji on the ground last night, because the stone could not be lifted by the clone, and the original body was inconvenient to visit at night, so Cang Ji was left on the ground in a cold night. I originally thought that if I had my own spiritual energy to protect my body, I would be fine, but who knew that I was still ill.
While thinking about it, Jinglin held his fingertips with his hand behind him, and said, "It's not in a hurry, just patrol the sea of blood along the southern line. Why don't you... brother, are you with me?"
Cang Ji added to the flames and said, "I am dragged down by my illness, how can I be embarrassed."
Jing Lin became more and more ashamed, and said: "...don't be a drag..."
"Then there is work." Cang Ji held Jing Lin's hand and pressed it hard, as if entrusting the weight of his life to him, "Brother will take good care of you."
Jing Lin was stunned and nodded vaguely.
Cang Ji took his hand and lay back on the bed, and asked when he was surrounded by the quilt, "But there is one thing I can't figure out, so I need your help."
Jing Lin had to sit along the bed and heard the words: "Huh?"
Cang Ji squinted sleepily, and said, "Is there a stone spirit nearby?"
Jing Lin suddenly shrank his fingertips, as if scratching in Cang Ji's palm. He blurted out rarely: "I haven't seen it!"
"Eh." Cang Ji raised his hand to cover his forehead, and muttered, "To tell you the truth, I saw a fox climb the window and call me last night, so I felt a sink in my head, and I couldn't remember whether to answer or not. It's just that after I rolled on the ground, I was confused, It seems that I can see a stone walking freely, wearing a grass crown around me. I have walked in the middle and I have never seen such a stone spirit."
Jinglin said: "Before the lotus pond in the south was not flooded, there were many such stones in the Brahma altar, each wearing a grass crown, which is not unusual."
Cang Ji stared at him: "Didn't you see it before?"
Jing Lin said calmly: "I glanced at it a few times and almost forgot. Stones are not fun at all, nor are they precious, I have never cared about them."
As soon as Jing Lin told a lie, his little finger curled up involuntarily, scratching in Cang Ji's palm without knowing it, his face was stern and indifferent, scratching Cang Ji's heart like a cat.
"Really." Cang Ji tightened his fingers, "I quite like it, I think it's smart and cute, and it's completely different from you, Jing Lin."
Jinglin's heart was full of stones, and there was one hidden in his sleeve. He didn't care if Cang Ji was holding him or not. He just wanted to stuff the stones full of his mind back, and said, "I'm tired of seeing it too much. It's not unusual for you to see me a few times, brother."
After speaking, Cang Ji was not allowed to continue, he tucked the quilt to the root of his neck and said, "You rest, I will catch it!"
Cang Ji dragged him and said, "I like it very much. If I catch it, I'll give it to my brother, right?"
Jing Lin was stunned, Cang Ji had let go of his hand and closed his eyes in relief.
"Then I'll wait."