My Darling Sick Beauty

The day before leaving Zhongnan Mountain, Jiang Zheliu went to sweep the tomb of his teacher who had passed away for many years.

It was still a snowy day that day, and no one knew what he said in front of the tombstone, but Wen Renye could guess what he said, but what he said was only about the cultivation world, the Lingxiao faction, and even Zhu Wuxin. .

Wen Renye stood not far away and kept looking at Jiang Zheliu until the snow-white group finally left from the Zhu Wenyuan monument and walked in front of him.

Jiang Zheliu was not in good health, and it was cold outside Zhongnan Mountain. Wen Renye didn't even want him to worship, but the other party was a tough and strong character. Although he looked indifferent and cold, he was not angry at anything. , but what he wants to do is often decided by himself.

But not this time, it seems that more than half of this time going down the mountain for treatment was really persuaded by Wen Renye.

Wen Renye shook his hand, feeling that it was completely cold, and couldn't help frowning: "You... Forget it, you won't listen to it."

The dignified Lord Mozun, the Lord of One Realm, was always helpless when he talked to him, he could only warm his fingers while saying: "The journey is long, but I can't use magic to take you there. Rules, I should arrest... No, invite him to Zhongnan Mountain."

The year of embers is the world's leading medical practitioner, both medical and poisonous, and has the nickname of Linglong Medical Saint. But he was never invited to go out for treatment. He could only seek medical treatment with sincerity and sincerity. He was a person with bigger rules than heaven.

Jiang Zheliu had actually met him, and the two had dealt with each other a lot, but they didn't know each other very well, and they didn't know each other's personalities very well.

Jiang Zheliu twitched his fingers and couldn't get it back, so he could only be held tightly by the little devil in front of him.

"I want to come back when the spring day is approaching." He paused and continued, "I have discussed with A Chu that the open space in front of the small building should be planted with flowers and herbs, and turned into a flowerbed and a medicine garden."

Jiang Zheliu said it seriously, as if he really planned carefully with A Chu for a long time. Wen Renye couldn't bear to hit him, he was silent for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Can you use a medicine hoe?"

Jiang Zheliu's words were stagnant, and he looked at him faintly.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Lord Mozun couldn't feel the embarrassment, he frowned and asked again, "Can you grow flowers?"

Jiang Zheliu: "…"

He really doesn't.

Jiang Xianzun is unparalleled in the world. There are few things in the world that he does not know. Even if it is to give birth to a child, he is a little bit familiar with some unspeakable characteristics of the celestial spirit body. He doesn't do these mundane things at all.

Wen Renye ruthlessly broke the gardener's ideal of a sickly beautiful woman, closed the cloak on his shoulders, walked back with him, and said, "The... heavenly spirit body you mentioned earlier, I went back to the Demon Realm to check it out. Classics."

There are records in the ancient books of the demon world, but they are vague. Wen Renye connected those records with Jiang Ziliu's words, and he couldn't help but guess, and asked: "If this physique is just...that aspect, then why do you have to cut off your love and never love it."

The little devil faintly expressed his worries about his future.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him: "The closer you are to your natural physique, the more you like the lively **** and reproduction. As long as the essence and blood meet and the Taoist body combines, it can make people fascinated and unable to stop."

He didn't say it obscurely, but it still made Wen Renye stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to understand. He looked at Jiang Ziliu's normal face, reached out and rubbed his head, subconsciously said, "...Isn't that better?"

Jiang Zheliu said indifferently: "Then let people become obsessed with this, and gradually become lustful? The predecessors who have tried are famous and righteous, and they will naturally discourage future generations. It is necessary to preserve the reputation of the spiritual body and take into account the cultivation of the younger generation. It can be said that It was painstaking work.”

Wen Renye understood it again, only to realize that he meant that although this physique was a spiritual body, it was almost close to the effect of a cauldron, but it was attributed to the physique of the cauldron, which was often helpful for Hehuan Dao. The cultivator of the cultivator has grown in cultivation, but this one is counterproductive, causing people to be shaken and possessed by demons.

This is indeed the need for cover up and avoidance for the well-known and righteous path that requires a firm mind. But for the Demon Race... I don't know how it will be.

Lord Mozun fully embodies his spirit of not being afraid of death at this moment: "Really? I don't believe it."

Jiang Zheliu stopped outside the pine wood building, lowered his head and loosened the tie of his cloak, shook off the fine snow before entering the door, and said calmly, "If you don't believe it, try it."

He put down his cloak and glanced at Wen Renye: "It just so happens that you don't need to go to Dan Xin Guan. You can toss me to death with just one try, so just bury it on the spot, and I'll leave it to you to lift the coffin and lift the spirit. To add another name, it is enough to engrave the three characters 'Jiang Zheliu'."

Wen Renye: "…"

This soft willow branch, he is afraid of breaking it, how dare he toss him.

——

The next day, the carriages and horses were ready, and even Chang Gan and A Chu turned off the lights and packed their luggage. It's just that this horse doesn't look like a serious horse, with a single horn on its head and thorns around its shoe.

Jiang Zheliu held the hand stove, and looked at the horse that had changed in appearance, and saw a heavy sense of unruly in its eyes.

Sure enough, he has the blood of the demon world, otherwise if it were an ordinary horse or a spirit beast, he would have come up to lick his hand long ago.

It's just that even if he has the bloodline of the demon world, he can't resist the temptation of the heavenly spirit body in front of him. Even if the meridians in Jiang Ziliu's body leak into a sieve, it will not prevent the leaked aura from being fragrant and sweet, and it will be accompanied by a large piece of lure. It's like a cake.

The demon horse didn't last for half an hour, then disarmed and surrendered in this brief exchange of glances, leaned up against him shamelessly, buried him in his arms and took a deep breath—

Then he was pulled back by Lord Mozun by the horse's mane, and he warned murderously, "Don't touch him."

Good guy, he doesn't even dare to **** like this, this beast is really excited.

The demon horse snorted unwillingly, but the horse was still under the eaves, so he had to bow his head and let the shrewd-eyed Demon Lord help the big beauty into the car.

Jiang Zheliu lifted the curtain and found that the space inside was folded. It should have been sealed with an extremely delicate technique to make the interior space so large. He sat at the small table, put his stove on the table, and asked casually, "Is that a war horse?"

"Yeah." Wen Renye was not surprised by his eyesight, how could he say that this is also the person who suppressed the border of the demon world many years ago.

Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he knew that Jiang Zheliu was a decisive and meticulous person who would not fail to recognize the war horses of the demon world.

"You use it to pull a car?" Jiang Zheliu complained softly, "It's a waste of time."

"I've already picked the most docile one." The horses in the demon world are not very good, and I can't pick out a few obedient ones. Wen Renye said while handing over the identity documents of the two.

Because Jiang Zheliu's cultivation base was completely destroyed and his body was weak, almost any method of shrinking the ground or shifting the ground could not be used. For this trip, we can only rely on the worldly route of the mortal world and abide by the rules of monks entering the human world.

The identity document is naturally virtual, and even the magic horse has been concealed by magic techniques. The two carriages look like the sons of a wealthy family traveling, and there is nothing unusual in appearance.

Jiang Zheliu took the document and looked at the names of the two, but he didn't change it. He looked down and said, "...People from Suzhou, cousins..."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Renye, then continued to read, making sure that there was nothing messy about the rest, and then he said, "Cousin?

This is a good word, but he can talk to anyone of the same generation. Chang Gan is Wen Renye's nephew, so he can still be called his brother.

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect to say anything else about him, at most he just said that he would take advantage. He didn't care too much. After saying this, he put down the document. Wen Renye took out another document and said implicitly, "Actually, I originally wanted to use this."

Jiang Zheliu took a sip of tea, his eyes swept across the word "husband and wife" above, and he almost didn't even swallow the tea. He choked, caressed his chest and coughed twice, feeling that his ears were inexplicably burning. After so many years, he was actually a little annoyed by these two words.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his gaze, stretched out his fingers and pushed the document in front of him away.

Wen Renye couldn't hear him coughing, so he was a little anxious right now. Seeing that Jiang Ziliu was fine, he noticed the slightly reddish ears of the other party. He was stunned for a while, and his purple eyes couldn't help staring at him, slowly saying: "you…"

He got closer and closer, the demonic energy on his body fluctuated back and forth, the impact was ups and downs, and there was an aura of unease. Jiang Zheliu was surrounded by his one hand, pressed against the wall of the car, and lightly touched his earlobe.

Don't touch this place, it's a little too sensitive.

Jiang Zheliu has never been touched by outsiders. He became famous at a young age and has a high status. Since he was very young, he kept a distance from everyone because of his physique. Even when he was a child, his junior brother Zhu Wuxin only touched his hand. .

At this time, Wen Renye met, and he realized that he was a little sensitive here, and he was inexplicably hot. He held the opponent's wrist, took a breath, and said, "Don't move."

Wen Renye: "Your ears..."

"...Don't talk about it." Jiang Zheliu said, "Besides, I'm going to be angry."

Jiang Zheliu has white hair and black eyes, and his eyes are dark and serene, a bit colder than the unmelted snow on Zhongnan Mountain for thousands of years. Although the words have no emotion, the content is something Wen Renye has never heard of.

How could Wen Renye make him angry, the thoughts that were hooked away by the other party suddenly stopped, his reason slowly returned, he restrained his hand, and sat back to his original place.

The groom who was on his way was using puppet art, just a paper figurine talisman. The chariots and horses drove past the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and the wheels rumbled over the fallen leaves, making the crisp sound of dead leaves shattering.

There was something strange between the two.

Jiang Zheliu poured another cup of tea and took a sip to moisten his throat. The thin red at the base of his ears subsided, and he felt that everything was normal. He looked down at the tea noodles, and said to ease the atmosphere, "Young Master, this kind of joke can't be messed up. Kai, if you're rambunctious, and you start messing around and then abandon it, I'll deceive you."

Wen Ren's mouth was dry, and he drank tea with him. At this time, he didn't feel bitter anymore, he could only feel his heart pounding, and without thinking, he asked, "How much is wrong..."

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and looked at him, as if he really thought about it, and said, "Half a demon world is not too much."

Wen Renye: "Half of it, how insincere I seem?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect him to answer like this, nodded, and deliberately joked: "You are such a prodigal, it is fortunate that you are still the young master, otherwise I think the future of the devil world is worrisome."

Wen Renye was silent for a moment, then hesitantly replied: "This may be a little worrying."