There is a secluded path at the back foot of Jiaoshan Mountain, which is covered by overlapping vines. From this path, it is the Qingtan Palace where the Nangong family used to rest when they worshiped their ancestors. The palace is not big, but the corridors turn round, and the scenery changes with each step. In the garden, there is a dragon's blood flower that emits fluorescence in the night. At this time, the flowering period has passed, and only a few clumps are still in bloom. The stars fell, adorning the night sky.
The teacher walked to the depths of the flowers, where there was a hot spring. He took off his robe, his toes as white as jade stepped on the shore, and he looked down at himself in the pool.
The hot spring pool water is hot, but his eyes are cold.
He stretched out his hand and slowly touched his heart—
There was a lot of festering because of the backlash of the forbidden technique, but now he no longer needs to worry, everything is going according to plan, and everything will be fine.
He stepped into the spring water, and the hot spring of Jiaoshan was mixed with the breath of the dragon, and it was very comfortable to soak. The teacher leaned against the pool and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound not far away. The teacher didn't open his eyes, he only said lightly: "Who is it?"
Nangong Liu got out of the bushes, with a dragon's blood flower in her hairpin.
He saw the teacher and smiled happily: "My dear brother is taking a bath? Is there anything I can help?"
The teacher said: "No."
Nangong Liu scratched his head: "Well, then I won't stand here, I'll go first. Otherwise, you're naked and I'm wearing clothes, so you'll be at a loss."
In the transpiring mist, Shi Mei smiled, his face became more and more clear under the moisturizing of the spring water, like the thin ice in the early winter in the south of the Yangtze River.
He opened a pair of peach blossom eyes and glanced at Nangong Liu with a half-smiling smile: "Why am I losing money?"
Nangong Liu was very upright: "Because you look good."
"Oh... You are a child, do you also know beauty and ugliness?"
Nangong Liu said angrily, "I'm five years old, not a child."
The teacher seemed to be interested, and the smile deepened: "Okay, then the elder brother is wrong. Come, the elder brother asks you. Me and Step Xianjun, which do you prefer?"
"Of course it's my best friend brother." Nangong Liu said without hesitation, "Who is Ta Xianjun? I don't recognize him."
"Then put it another way." The teacher said, "Me and the ink burn... Do you remember? He greeted you."
Nangong Liu pouted his fingers, thought for a while, and nodded.
"Me and him, who do you like more? Don't choose because of whether you are familiar with you. I actually want to ask you about the beauty and ugliness in your eyes."
This time, Nangong Liu didn't answer immediately. He tilted his head and thought for a while before saying, "I still prefer my best friend brother."
The teacher seems to be pleased: "Oh? You say, what's wrong with him?"
"…I can't tell."
"Then why do you like me more?"
Nangong Liu actually seemed a little aggrieved: "I don't know either... If you think it's good-looking, it's good-looking."
The teacher was silent for a while thoughtfully, and suddenly came out from the depths of the hot spring, to a place where the water mist was slightly shallower, with his hands folded on the edge of the pool, revealing a soft and curved back, smiling: "Come here." He Saying that, he waved his wet hand towards Nangong Liu, and when Nangong Liu approached, the teacher stood up straight from the depths of the hot spring.
"Oh-"
The teacher said with a smile: "What is your name? They are all men, what's so shy?"
Nangong Liu wiped his eyes carelessly, and muttered, "You're not shy, you got water into my eyes."
The teacher didn't care about his eyes or not. He pulled Nangong Liu's wrist and forced the other party to look directly at himself. So the hideous scar on his chest appeared under Nangong Liu's eyelids.
"Look here. Are you afraid?"
The scar was festering badly, and pus was flowing out. Nangong Liu just glanced at it, then turned his head away in disgust, he said, "It's disgusting."
The teacher's smile did not change, but his eyes were a little cold: "Do you still think I am good-looking now?"
"..." Nangong Liu tried hard to break free from his restraint, but the strength of the teacher was too great, and it was useless for him to try. In the end, there was a layer of water vapor in his eyes, a little scared, and a little shy, " You, you let me go. I don't like that."
"Hello, look carefully."
"I don't want- ouch!"
There was a crisp sound, because it was too hard, so the teacher actually squeezed Nangong Liu's hand bones to dislocate. The light flashing in his eyes could not tell whether he was angry or unwilling, almost paranoid: "Didn't you just say that I am good-looking? What's the matter, a small wound has turned from beautiful to ugly?"
"no… "
"Is it true that as long as the beauty is a little flawed, it will be disgusted by people?" The teacher approached him, "The past lingering will become the hatred of hope, and the old longing will become a thorn in the throat."
Nangong Liu finally couldn't help it, and burst into tears: "I don't understand, I don't understand! You let me go, I don't want to stay here."
His clamor made the mood of the teacher's original manic depression become more and more dim. He seemed to have dark clouds in his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand, a slap in the face of Nangong Liu's cheek.
He finally let go of Nangong Liu, and said coldly, "Trash, get out."
When Nangong Liu cried and went away, Shi Mei dived back to the depths of the hot spring. The surrounding is still beautiful, the dragon's blood and flowers are revealed, and the air is filled with a light fragrance, but his initial joy has disappeared, and there is only anger in his heart, boundless anger.
He slammed the water abruptly, the water splashed all over the place, and returned to calm.
The ripples dissipated, re-photographing the still gentle, but festering reflection on his chest.
In the anger of the teacher, there was a sudden loss and powerlessness. He leaned back to the edge of the pool again, the eyelash curtain lifted, looking at the sky.
"People change."
he murmured.
Just like the seeds will sprout, the buds will turn green, the green leaves will bloom, the flowers will wither, and the fallen flowers will be crushed into mud.
Time can't be seen or touched, but everyone is quietly being worn away by it, some people have been sharpened, and some people have been sharpened.
"Everything will change..."
He wearily took a handful of water and wiped his face.
You can tell by comparing his own past life and this life, but where did he start to go astray, and there is no turning back
After bathing and changing clothes, Shi Mei loosely caged the black hair bun, and returned to the Jiaoshan secret room from the fragrant and fragrant path. He stood at the door for a while and reached out to push the door.
At this time, the night was deep, and the lamps and candles in the secret room were almost extinguished, leaving only a solitary fire, burning behind the curtain.
The teacher quietly entered the room without making any noise, but only brought in the fragrance of soap horns that is unique after bathing. But it was this scent that alarmed the man lying deep in the bed curtain.
Stepping Xianjun's slow and hoarse voice sounded: "Who?"
The teacher said gloomily: "... me."
There was silence in the tent for a moment, and there was the sound of the color of the clothes when turning over. Ta Xianjun sneered: "... The master is really elegant. In the middle of the night, come to the bedroom to eavesdrop on the corner? ... Are you not hot?"
The teacher's face was even colder: "You are also enough. No one has to play if you kill him."
Stepping Xianjun's voice was lazy, with a hint of lethargy in his deep voice: "Master, you can rest assured, this seat has no perverted hobbies on the bed. I always like to be pragmatic. Eyes have no interest in guessing. They won't kill anyone."
"… "
Grinding his lips, stinging people with snakes, playing guessing games with eyes tied - no matter how big your heart is, you will know who he is talking about.
The anger in the teacher's heart was transpiring, and he stepped forward and opened the curtain, as if the swords collided, the fireworks splashed, and the gentle face of Shi Mingjing faced the handsome face of Xianjun.
"You!" Before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly.
He thought that Ta Xianjun and Chu Wanning would meet again after a long absence, and they would definitely be hungry and thirsty.
But behind the curtain, the situation in front of him really surprised him.
He saw that Chu nightning was sleepy, his cheeks were hot and red, and he was burning. On the other hand, Step Xianjun opened his shirt slightly, revealing a large, clean and well-proportioned chest. He held the person in his arms with a sullen face, but his big hands touched the hair of the person in his arms. A look of disgust and impossible to let go.
The teacher said: "...What are you doing?"
Stepping Xianjun looked contemptuous: "What do you think this seat can do?"
"… "
Forget it, why bother with a dead man.
The teacher closed his eyes and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, but the small fire in his chest was burning, and it couldn't be extinguished for a while, and he couldn't help but sneer and said: "I can't think of the emperor who is so big. I'm old, and I still need Master to accompany me to sleep. I think if it's not because I'm afraid of the dark, it's probably because I want to chat with Master."
I have to say that the words of the teacher are very effective. Stepping Xianjun immediately narrowed his eyes dangerously. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to push away the unconscious Chu nightning in his arms, or simply kicked under the bed. will be very energetic.
But looking at the teacher approaching, the last thing he did was to hold the man in his arms tighter, and wave the wide sleeves to cover the face of Chu nightning.
After doing this, Ta Xianjun raised his eyes gloomily: "What does this seat have to do with you?"
The teacher gritted his teeth and said: "There should be a degree of back talk, and you don't think about who made you?"
"The Holy Hand of Cold Scale opens and closes his mouth, and there is only one sentence to coerce this seat." Stepping Xianjun said coldly, "It's really a great prospect."
"you!"
The teacher was contradicted by him one after another, and after all, it was still unbearable. He raised his hand sharply, stabbed the forehead of Xianjun, and crossed some spiritual power.
"Soul gathering."
The incantation was read out from the full-shaped lips and teeth, but the eyes of Step Xianjun still persisted for a long time, until the teacher's heart shuddered, and even felt that this man was about to completely break away from his restraint.
His forehead was sweating, and he was stuck with Ta Xianjun. In the end, he exhausted almost all the spiritual power in his body, and shouted in a low voice: "Soul Gathering!!"
This time, Step Xianjun's figure trembled slightly, and then his eyes were finally scattered.
The teacher took away the spiritual power, took a breath, clutched the painful front chest, and was dizzy in front of him.
Because of his physique, his spiritual core and spiritual power are inferior, and even if he cultivates hard, he cannot compete with others. Usually, the medication is naturally powerful, but once it involves someone who needs spiritual power, his body can't support it at all.
The teacher closed his eyes, and after a while, he looked back at Stepping Xianjun: "I'll ask you again, what were you doing just now?"
Because he was manipulated, Ta Xianjun said without emotion: "He has a fever and is afraid of the cold."
"… so what?"
The walking dead puppet with only a trace of the soul left in his previous life said indifferently: "With this seat holding him, he will be warmer."
"… "
The teacher stared at the step Xianjun for a long time.
"Heating?" His pale lips moved, and he laughed suddenly, although there was no smile in the peach blossom eyes, "Ink burning, are you crazy? You touch the temperature on your own body - what are you? Things? You are as cold as ice, you are already dead, you have no heart and no body temperature, you are cold even yourself, do you still want to warm him?"
There seemed to be a trace of pain flashing in the empty black eyes of Ta Xianjun, but the pain was fleeting, and he was a corpse after all.
The teacher said: "Get up."
Stepping Xianjun didn't get up immediately when he heard the order.
"Get up for me!"
The order was stronger, and under such a vicious tone, Ta Xianjun was finally obedient.
He slowly got up from the bed, the robe was still open, and Chu nightning's body temperature remained in his chest that would not rise and fall.
The teacher said gloomily: "Go out."
Ta Xianjun walked a few steps slowly, suddenly stopped again, and said in a low voice: "Yes."
"… what?"
Stepping Xianjun repeated stiffly: "Yes."
The teacher did not react for a while and asked: "What?"
"Temperature." The man raised his hand dully, stroked his chest, and stroked the residual temperature that Chu nightning left him. "Here, it's hot."
The teacher seemed to be stabbed by the tip of the needle, and he was furious. There was nothing more annoyed than the unruly puppet in his palm. He shouted: "Get out of me."
Stepping on Xianjun took two more steps, but this time it was really only two steps, and his expression suddenly became painful.
"No..." He held his head, the meridians on his palms burst out, trembling all over his body, and a deep breath came out of his throat, "This seat... I'm not willing... How can, how can this be... So..."
His eyes are tightly closed, his will is stronger or weaker, his memory is far or near. He was struggling, struggling, ups and downs, tormented for two lifetimes.
"...by...you...presumptuous...!!"
The murmur stopped abruptly, and the trembling stopped abruptly.
The teacher snorted and covered his heart - the backlash gave him a powerful force when he broke free from the restraint. He almost stumbled back a step. Immediately afterwards, he saw that the Immortal Treader opened his eyes abruptly, and the blood in his eyes dispersed like mist.
"… "
Those falcon-like black eyes, there was no more confusion in them, and they reflected on his cold and cold face.
The teacher looked pale and said slowly: "You are recovering faster and faster."
Stepping Xianjun was silent, his eyes flashed with bright light, he panted slightly, raised his hand and summoned no return.
The teacher raised his chin slightly, his eyes moved up the handle of the knife, and fell on the face of the leopard-like leopard: "Why, are you angry? Want to kill me?"
The dark and dull blade was brushed up, and the blink of an eye was already hanging between the white neck of the teacher, with extreme force, even scratched the flesh, and smeared thin blood.
The teacher did not retreat, and sneered: "Your Majesty, you can walk and move now, and it is all maintained by my spiritual power. If you kill me, you will also die. You will not understand this."
"… "
The teacher continued: "In terms of strength, I really can't beat you. But you think clearly, you want to die, or you want to continue to live in this world."
Stepping on Xianjun's hand is extremely stable and does not shake.
But after a while, he suddenly retracted his backhand, don't look back.
When the teacher saw him retracting the knife, he raised his hand, slowly touched the blood on his neck, and then said: "Fortunately, you are not too stupid."
"… "
"Don't shout and kill again in the future. In fact, the relationship between the two of us is very clear in your heart." Shi Yan glanced at Step Xianjun, "You are like a rusted knife, I want to restore you to It's as easy to use as before. Continue to be my sharp blade. And you, I'm afraid you plan to completely get rid of my control after you recover, and take my head."
Stepping Xianjun's black eyes turned, turned sideways, and looked at him coldly.
"Over the years, you have continued to do things for me in another world. The gap between life and death is very narrow and difficult to surpass. Usually, I pass books to you with carrier pigeons. But we occasionally communicate with each other through Gu worms. , related to the heart. So of course I know what you think, you don't need to be surprised."
Step Xianjun finally spoke, and said coldly: "Seeing that you are not far from being blind, which eye did you see when you saw this seat?"
"..." The teacher pursed his lips, his face became more serious, and then he said: "Okay. Since you know the pros and cons of things, you should endure until that time. Let's work together and wait for the day when we are done, and then take a look, Will you be able to kill me, or will I get an invincible weapon."
Stepping on Xianjun said: "Wait and see."
The teacher was about to say something, and suddenly, Chu nightning on the bed made a slight snort. It was just this short-lived soft sound, but the two men who were arguing immediately turned their heads.
"Wanning?"
"Master—"
"..." In the past, the brothers and sisters looked at each other, stepping on Xianjun's shadowy ground without saying a word. After a while, his eyes turned and moved from the teacher to the sleepy Chu nightning.
After a while, he said in a tone that didn't seem to care: "This person has been feverish for many days. It's not good. If this continues, will he..."
The words stopped here and did not go on. When the murderous Emperor Treading Immortal said a certain word, he stopped. His long eyelashes moved and he closed his eyes.
The teacher doesn't care: "What do you want to ask? Do you want to ask if he will die?"
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Xianjun's already pale face has become more indifferent. He pursed his lips, and seemed to hate the word "death" very much, and said simply and comprehensively: "Will it be possible?"
"Of course he can't die. You also underestimate the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable. But are you embarrassed to ask me about this?" The teacher raised his eyebrows, "Who is he because of the fever? It's not because you are doing too much like a wolf or a tiger. ruthless."
Treading Xianjun's face was even worse, and it stinks to the extreme. He said gloomily: "He is not me, don't confuse me with that waste."
Listening to what he said, the teacher stared at him and looked back and forth, and finally said: "It's a coincidence, I also think he is a waste. You are also very clear, I tried my best to tear a huge space-time gap in this time and space, please. You came here in order to make that waste disappear and let you rise to the top of the world again."
"Your Majesty." He suddenly called Ta Xianjun with a playful expression, "We are just a little away from the last point, and our goal can be achieved. You actually want complete power and a surging spiritual core, right? ?"
"… "
The teacher is like a hunting snake, with a scarlet tongue, bewitching and tempting.
He saw the desire in the eyes of Ta Xianjun.
So he showed his face and smiled, he was bound to win, and he was confident.
"If you want to regain your full strength, then be obedient." He had white teeth and poisonous eyes, "If you are obedient, we will be able to do things better."
Stepping Xianjun was silent for a moment, then he said, "Don't talk about this first."
Then he pointed to Chu Wanning, "Talk about this."
"He, he is just soul fusion and the body has been stimulated too much." The teacher said faintly, "There is nothing to talk about. But if you really want him to be more comfortable, it is better to go out first."
Stepping Xianjun's eyes were immediately vigilant: "What do you want to do?"
The teacher smiled like a smile: "Heal for him."
"This seat is also here."
"That can't be done." The teacher said, "The cold scale holy operation saves people and will not be watched by others."
"… "
Seeing that Step Xianjun had no intention of leaving, the teacher said: "You can go if you don't. Then I will go out and you will stay. Anyway, you have the ability to reach the sky, and you can definitely take good care of him."
Listening to the teacher's words, the face of stepping on the fairy is even more ugly.
His spiritual power is fierce and domineering, and the most unsuitable thing is the healing technique. There are so many people in the palace in the previous life, and there is no shortage of medical officers, so he has never studied it carefully.
The teacher recovered calmly and looked at him with a smile.
Stepping Xianjun was obviously disgusted by his smile, he turned his head suddenly, his silver teeth clenched, and he didn't want to look at the teacher at all.
After a while, he said, "...Okay. This seat goes out, and you heal him." After a pause, he said fiercely, "But this seat is at the door, if you dare..."
Before he finished speaking, the coldness on his face could almost kill someone.
"If you dare to do anything to him, this seat will kill you immediately."
This kind of threat did not have much effect on the teacher. He smiled again and made a "please go" gesture to Step Xianjun.
Stepping out, Xianjun went out, and before leaving, he was still lingering at the door with a sullen face for a long time. The teacher stood in the finally quiet secret room, looking at the stone door that was finally closed. After a while, he turned around and walked to the man in white on the bed.
"..." The mocking smile on the teacher's face disappeared, replaced by a very peaceful and very crazy look. He said softly, "Master."
Go step by step.
Now that Chu nightning is finally lying in his palm, what about stepping on Xianjun standing outside? He has a way to prevent Chu Wanning from making a sound.
When the Emperor of the Human Realm came in, no matter how angry or fierce he was, there was nothing he could do. If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself for being too naive and incompetent, so you have to leave your lover in the snake cave with cold scales.
The slender and white fingers lifted the curtain, and the teacher was almost gentle and greedy staring at the man with a high fever on the bed: "This time, no one will bother us again."
He sat down slowly, raised his hand and stroked Chu Wanning's cheek.
"...Come on, Concubine Chu, let me tune and teach you at a place separated by a wall from your husband. Huh?"