My Darling Sick Beauty

In the early morning of the next day, Chang Gan really brought in the deer he encountered.

After Jiang Zheliu had washed up, his long hair was not tied, and he was thinking about what to plant in Zhongnan Mountain when the winter passed... Halfway through his thoughts, he heard the sound of hoofs outside the small building.

Afterwards, there were one or two cheerful knocks on the door, and then Chang Gan opened the door and led in a young man with two horns on his head, who seemed to be older than Chang Gan, only fourteen or fifteen years old. The eyes are round and bright, full of aura.

He only probed in and swept in, then stopped his eyes on Jiang Zheliu, looked up and down, then blinked, and said, "Brother fairy!"

Jiang Zheliu looked at the cute little deer, and heard Chang Gan's positive introduction: "This is my brother, the immortal living in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain... This is A Chu."

A Chu stood in front of Jiang Zheliu, the double horns on his head were translucent, and the top was covered with faint red blood, which seemed to have not grown yet, as if it would hurt when touched. The underside of the calf has not been completely transformed, and it is still a pair of deer's hooves.

"Brother Immortal." A Chu approached with bright eyes, as if he was much more courageous than Chang Gan. "You look so good, you look better than I thought."

Jiang Zheliu stared at him for a moment, looked at the sincere expression on A Chu's face, was silent for a few breaths, and then said, "You want to practice in Zhongnan Mountain?"

A Chu nodded seriously and said, "I will serve my brother well."

Jiang Zheliu said: "My cultivation base is completely ruined, I am weak, and I am not the head of the fairy gate of the past. If you are by my side, you may not get anything."

"As long as the immortal brother can occasionally instruct Achu to practice!" Xiaolu blinked and moved closer as if unintentionally. The long eyelashes were fully displayed in front of Jiang Ziliu's eyes, and the breath spread slowly and greedily. Come here, all face is obedient.

He behaved pretty well, and he was so pure that it was easy to deal with such a young demon like Chang Gan. But in Jiang Zheliu's eyes, it was still unbelievable.

But Jiang Ziliu didn't care about this, as if he could tolerate Wen Renye being his neighbor. His attitude towards many things is "okay", "okay", and "all good", which is enough to accommodate a deer demon who seems to have a purpose but doesn't seem to be harmful.

Jiang Zheliu nodded, and was about to continue, when he looked up and saw Wen Renye pushing the door in.

This demon still looks the same, the robe is dark black, the eyes gradually become dark purple, and the pattern on the corner of the clothes uses blood-colored lines, which is full of monsters.

The smell of pines and cypresses passed by, and the air of conquest by swordsmen passed from the opponent's body.

Wen Renye seemed to have just woken up not long after seeing him at night, so he took the hairbrush from Chang Gan's hand very casually, and touched Jiang Zheliu's falling snow hair with his fingertips.

The fingers were cold, with a faint chill.

His movement was so smooth, so smooth that even Lord Mozun himself was so nervous that he realized it later. After he clenched the other person's hair, he realized that this was the first time he had combed Jiang Zheliu's hair. The words of the realm master suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his heart came alive with a beating, and there was a cowardly feeling that sounded very humiliating.

- If you don't comb well, I'm afraid that you will not be disliked by your former rival.

And... what to do if it hurts him.

Wen Renye's movements were faster than his mind, although his mind was messed up and even a little ridiculous, the movements of his hands were not slow at all. Jiang Zheliu was worried for only two seconds, and his good neighbor tied his snow hair and used a hosta to pass through the silver crown.

Wen Renye strengthened his hands-on ability, looked up at the deer demon, and asked, "Who is this?"

"Come to find the little demon that I took in." Jiang Zheliu said.

After the hosta was over the crown, the lingering chill became heavier. Wen Renye leaned his head closer and whispered, "What about me, don't take me in yet."

The breath and the smell of pine and cypress spread over him when he spoke, making the tip of his ear warm.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears, pointed to Wen Renye next to him, and calmly said to A Chu, "Girls must be careful when they go out. Those who wear black clothes are usually bad people."

This is just a joke, but compared to demons, he has always been less fond of people from the demon world, as everyone knows.

Wen Renye cooperated especially: "It's a bad guy."

A Chu was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched his horn, and said, "But... but I'm a male deer."

Jiang Zheliu lowered his head and drank tea slowly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the book that he had not read last night, and said casually, "Boys should be careful, some bad guys like boys."

The speaker is not intentional, the listener is intentional, a certain "bad guy" has a thought, and can't help but look at the boy he likes.

A Chu was stunned, and nodded as if he didn't understand. Then I leaned over to see what book Jiang Ziliu was reading, and saw the words "seven brothers and one sister, give me love to death", his mind suddenly got stuck, and he murmured: "Could it be that the world of self-cultivation Do you also have a hobby of reading secular books?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't cover it, flipped a page and said, "Have you read this kind of reading too?"

Before A Chu could answer, Wen Renye listened more and more, the more wrong he heard, he took out half of the book from Jiang Ziliu's hand, first glanced at the content, froze for a moment, and then turned to the cover.

The cover reads the five words "Xiandao with Spiritual Art".

Wen Renye moved for a while, thinking of what "Complete Talismans" and "Spiritual Cultivation" he had seen Jiang Ziliu read in the past few days... He handed the book back to the other party and raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at... why are they all so full of content? Shouldn't the folklore book be a fairy tale book?"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and said lightly, "What immortal Taoist book, this is the cover of my bag."

Wen Ren Ye's eyebrows wrinkled: "...What are you doing with this?"

"Naturally, it's for reading." Jiang Zheliu looked at him strangely, as if he was saying something for granted, "The covers of these folklore books are very direct and explicit. When the disciples saw it, wouldn’t it make the young disciples curious and delay their cultivation?”

Jiang Zheliu said it was too calm and normal, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with his careful consideration.

Wen Ren Ye was stuck for a while and didn't know what to say. Then he heard Jiang Ziliu say in a calm and authentic tone: "After noon, I will go to the hot spring to take a bath. Please take care of the neighbors to take care of A Chu and Chang Gan."

Wen Renye stared at his thin body, and said in a ghostly way: "Good neighbor thinks that you should be taken care of, it seems that you can fall down when pushed."

A push and a fall?

Jiang Zheliu glanced down at himself and said casually, "If I fall, I won't get up, and I will corrupt you thousands of spiritual jades in the devil world."

He was just joking, but he didn't expect to meet a pair of dark purple eyes at the next moment, staring at him directly and persistently, as if he was really interested.

"...Is it enough to have ten thousand Lingyu?"

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was too close, he lowered his head and covered his lips and coughed lightly to hide the slightly unusual temperature on the back of his hand when the other's breath entangled.

"You can also believe the joke."

His voice has always been cold, and it is only in a few occasional jokes that people feel relaxed and gentle. But at this time, his whole person is no longer tense. This relaxed attitude is more than ten million times more peaceful than Jiang Zheliu, who held the sword in the sky.

This demon didn't retreat but moved forward, feeling the cold and lonely cold on the other side, as if suppressing the scorching heat all over his body, but Wen Renye still got closer, and said in a low voice: "You said I believe it."

——

There are several hot springs behind Zhongnan Mountain, which are almost never used due to the lack of people on the mountain. But Wen Renye sorted it out before.

Jiang Zheliu took off his robe, only a thin shirt that was close to his body was not taken off, and immersed in the pool to explore his body.

Although he didn't have the slightest cultivation base, he was still in his realm, and he could look inside. At this moment, he looked inside his body. The more he looked, the more he felt that his meridians were shattered very willfully. It can be said to be appalling and irregular.

When repairing the boundary membrane, it has to face a huge impact. He went to repair it alone. Originally, Ling Xiao and everyone should be assisted in formation, but Zhu Wuxin was afraid of leaking the news, and there was a sneak attack from evil sects, so he was the only one left to assist in the end.

Jiang Zheliu was dizzy due to the heat, and closed his eyes as he recalled.

This is the opportunity he left to Zhu Wuxin, and it is also the choice of the younger brother. The other party didn't do his best, which caused him to have gray hair overnight and was seriously injured, but this was the most acceptable result for Jiang Ziliu.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the back of his hand against the faint light, and stared at the thin sword cocoon between his fingertips. This practitioner's hand, which was worn out and bleed during practice, and then rubbed against the cocoon, was so pale and colorless. time.

He suddenly remembered when Zhu Wuxin was a child, when he had just entered the door of his mentor, because he was an orphan who was brought back, and his cultivation was the hardest. He is "a wild breed with no father and no mother". Zhu Wuxin is only four years old, only a little tall, but he rushed out like a terribly fierce kitten, protecting him behind him.

He remembers Wuxin raising his little hand, holding his cheek and saying seriously, "Brother Zheliu, don't be afraid of them, Wuxin protects you." The milky voice was so milky that he didn't even know what to say.

Later, it was Jiang Ziliu who protected him for half his life, until Zhu Wuxin chose to give up and no longer needed him.

From the day that Zhu Wenyuan passed away, Zhu Wuxin only had "Senior Brother" in his mouth, and there was no longer the word "Brother".

Jiang Zheliu only thought of this, and did not recall anything else. There are too many difficult things in his mind in practice, but as long as things can be overcome, they can't be called difficult.

The heat of the hot spring was getting stronger. The snow-colored thin coat on his body was soaked wet, sticking to the frost-white back, and the water droplets slid down the spine line.

Jiang Zheliu's natural spiritual body has no filth, so it didn't need to be cleaned. But he was used to bathing, and always felt that it was more comfortable.

It's just that the spring water in Zhongnan Mountain was hot, and he was also a little weak, and then he was sleepy, and his mind was a little dizzy.

Until an aura with a strong sense of presence appeared from the side.

Jiang Zheliu reluctantly raised his eyes, saw a black corner of his clothes, and touched his cuff with his wet fingertips, his voice was very soft: "Are you really following?"

Wen Renye didn't speak, but held his wrist and injected a burst of purified spiritual power into it, as if this would relieve Jiang Ziliu's body discomfort.

"Using the demon body as a relay to purify the spiritual energy, do you feel pain?" Jiang Zheliu reacted a little sluggishly, then withdrew his hand and said, "What's wrong with letting the Young Master abuse him."

There is a conflict between demonic energy and spiritual energy. He is a demon. He wants to instill spiritual energy in Jiang Zheliu. He can only use his body as a transfer station to extract and purify it between heaven and earth. Naturally, he will feel pain. This is really not a comfort. thing.

Jiang Zheliu retracted his fingers, pressed his chin on the back of his hand, closed his eyes, and said, "I don't want to owe favors, you have done enough."

"Since you don't want to owe a debt," Wen Renye whispered, "Then treat me patiently and give me a healthy Jiang Ziliu. I haven't played against you again, and I won't be able to tell the difference with you. Relentless."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's hard for me again."

His fingers were soaked in the warm pool water for a long time, and when they were covered by Wen Renye's fingers, they still revealed a coolness. This cold feeling radiated from the inside out, his heart, and even his body, were icy cold.

"This time, even if I owe favor, I won't pay it back." Jiang Zheliu said, "You will suffer."

"Then you will suffer." Wen Renye stared at him, stretched out his hand and put a pill into the pool water, "Other medicinal pills are strong, you are as crisp as a piece of paper now, try this."

The pills entered the warm water, spread quickly, and melted into the hot spring.