When Xie Zhenghong arrived at Inzhen Temple, it was almost dark, and it took a little more time to buy spiritual wine and eat food on the way.

Wen Chunxiang saw that Xie Zhenghong had bought a lot of meat and various varieties of spirit wine, and his head also reacted.

Hey!

This little monk specially bought something for him.

Since stepping into the cultivation, Wen Chunxiang has lost count of how many people there are in Song Guo and how many things he has, compared to this, Xie Zhenghong's things are really nothing. However, it made Wen Chunxiang rarely moved.

This was taught by himself, and when he had just met the little monk a few times, he was still angry with him.

But fate is really an abrasive little goblin, you never know what you will be with people and what you will be doing in the next moment.

So, Wen Chunxiang kept a strange silence all the way, and looked at Xie Zhenghong with joy!

Seeing that the little monk is so heartfelt, I can pamper him a little more in the future.

Today's luck was good, it happened to be the night of the full moon, and he didn't wait long, Xie Zhenghong skillfully entered the third mountain and walked towards the cave where Wen Chunxiang was.

"Senior, it's here." Xie Zhenghong said suddenly. Wen Chunxiang floated out of the bead string and looked at his body face to face, two identical faces with the same smile, as if they were looking in a mirror.

Wen Chunxiang's distraction turned into a rainbow light and entered the body, and he was slightly silent for a while before raising his head to look at Xie Zhenghong.

"It's been a long time since I was comfortable, and when I returned to my body, I realized that I was still locked, which was weird." Wen Chunxiang moved his shoulders and said with some unaccustomed words.

Xie Zhenghong smiled, "The poor monk will try his best to get his predecessors out of trouble." ”

"Ahem, I'm not urging you." Wen Chunxiang explained that he was just saying what he thought, and there was nothing else in it.

"Because you didn't say it before, the poor monk had to buy some of everything. It's all ordinary things, and if there is an opportunity in the future, the poor monks will pay more attention to it. Xie Zhenghong naturally couldn't avoid Wen Chunxiang's eyes when he bought these things, but Wen Chunxiang didn't express any opinions along the way. Xie Zhenghong thought about it, and heard that the seniors were highly cultivated, and the things they used to eat were probably things that could not be found in the Daochun world, and these mortal things were too ordinary, and there might be no likes and dislikes for the seniors. However, Xie Zhenghong still bought some things of various varieties, so as not to smell that his predecessors didn't like it.

"It's okay, it's been a long time since I've eaten." Although he had known it for a long time, when he really saw Xie Zhenghong put out the things in the ring little by little, Wen Chunxiang still felt the joy that he had not seen for a long time.

"You've got a heart." Wen Chunxiang tried his best to make himself look stricter, but the corners of his mouth couldn't go down.

Wen Chunxiang's eyes first focused on the pot of spirit wine.

Reach out and suck it, and the jug is in your hand.

The aroma of the wine is fragrant, although it can't be compared with what Wen Chunxiang has drunk before, but in this case, it can be regarded as very good.

Wen Chunxiang's bundle of fairy ropes clanged, and then tragically found that this bundle of fairy ropes seemed to be tied tighter and tighter, and the spout of this wine jug was already slender, but now it was held by Wen Chunxiang, and there was a finger long distance from his mouth? No matter how hard you try, it's still far from enough.

…… It's too much of a bully!

Wen Chunxiang couldn't help but be hideous when he looked at the bundle of fairy ropes.

However, if Wen Chunxiang could untie the immortal rope with a look, then he would have done it in the year he had just been trapped.

Xie Zhenghong didn't hold back and laughed softly.

Wen Chunxiang's hands are not good, but his ears are still very good, so he immediately glared at Xie Zhenghong.

The face of this seat for many years has been lost in front of this monk!

"If it's inconvenient for the seniors, it's better to let the poor monk come...... Let's serve the seniors. Xie Zhenghong thought quickly in his mind before he found the word "waiting" to avoid hurting the self-esteem of his seniors.

"Well, I'll let you try." Wen Chunxiang nodded, and the broken jar was broken.

Anyway, after staying with this monk for so long, the face that should be lost is estimated to have been lost a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Wen Chunxiang's mood couldn't help but feel a little better.

Xie Zhenghong took two steps forward, almost leaned in front of Wen Chunxiang, took the wine jug from Wen Chunxiang's hand, and gently pressed the spout against Wen Chunxiang's lips.

It's a fairly simple action, but Xie Zhenghong is a little dignified when he does it.

Wen Chunxiang's appearance can be remembered so clearly by the young Xie Zhenghong, which is naturally overwhelming.

In this world where cultivation determines a qiē, a monk can change himself into any form after he becomes a baby. And the appearance will often become more and more handsome or beautiful. For Xie Zhenghong, it doesn't make much difference to him, he never minds what others look like, and he doesn't mind what he looks like. The four words "color", "i.e.", "yes", and "emptiness" are almost wise words for Xie Zhenghong.

However......

Xie Zhenghong sighed slightly in his imperceptible heart, maybe it was really his cultivation that was not enough, being so close to Wen Chunxiang, watching Wen Chunxiang's face magnify in front of him, looking at his red lips, starry eyes, and the awkwardness in his eyes that could not be ignored, all made Xie Zhenghong's heart flutter twice.

Wen Chunxiang felt that he had lost his old face, and his eyes had never been on Xie Zhenghong, so it was naturally even more impossible to see anything from Xie Zhenghong's plain face. When you enter the wine, you will feel a chill in your throat, with a refreshing aroma.

It's been almost 20 years.

Wen Chunxiang drank very quickly, and it took about half a cup of tea to get such a pot of wine.

When Xie Zhenghong took the wine jug away, Wen Chunxiang was still a little dissatisfied.

"Anything else?" That's not enough to stuff your teeth!

After speaking, Wen Chunxiang licked his lips, with a sense of longing in his eyes, and looked at Xie Zhenghong directly.

Xie Zhenghong took two steps back, looking a little nervous.

Wen Chunxiang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to react, with some joy on his face.

For some unspeakable reason, Wen Chunxiang has always been very confident in how he looks. When cultivating, there has always been no shortage of monks from all walks of life pursuing. It's just that after staying with Xie Zhenghong for a long time, Wen Chunxiang forgot the fact that he is actually very good.

Hahahaha!

Wen Chunxiang laughed in his heart. Little monk, you have been pretending to be the same as a saint, and finally it is time to be caught by this seat by the pigtails!

"What, you've taken a fancy to this seat?" Wen Chunxiang licked his lips, "Little monk, don't you keep saying color, that is, yes, empty?" ”

Wen Chunxiang looked at Xie Zhenghong with a smile, but unfortunately Xie Zhenghong himself was unwilling to speak, so no one could hear a word from his mouth.

"This seat has a peerless appearance, you are a young monk, you haven't seen much of the world, and it is normal to look at this seat." Wen Chunxiang said very confidently, with a little schadenfreude in his tone.

"Although this seat has always been clean, but if you are willing to recommend a pillow seat, little monk, you can consider it. It's just that your cultivation is so low now......" Wen Chunxiang carefully looked at Xie Zhenghong from top to bottom with a suspicious look, smashed his mouth, and said with pity, "If this seat abducts you to bed, it is estimated that before you take off your clothes, you will be killed by the spiritual power released from this seat." ”

After speaking, Wen Chunxiang sighed at Xie Zhenghong again and again.

"Senior, because he was injured, can't he control his spiritual power?" Xie Zhenghong suddenly asked.

"Last time, this seat was unlucky, and when I watched others soar, I was struck by a few thunderbolts, and the cultivation of this seat was regressed, otherwise I wouldn't have been trapped here by those bastards." Wen Chunxiang said lightly the root cause of his injury, but being able to escape from the ascension of the heavenly thunder was enough to make countless monks envious, jealous and hateful.

But none of this has anything to do with not being able to get close to others!

As Wen Chunxiang, who has made countless monks in the big world hate, he has always been named with the words "cold, withdrawn, and moody". But there is absolutely no option in these words to live for tens of thousands of years, "old, virgin, male".

If it weren't for the poor strength and soft-heartedness in the past, how could you get to the point where you can't get close to people now?

Not to mention that it's a double cultivation with someone, the second kiss hasn't been sent out yet!

As for the first kiss......

Ahem, old things, don't mention it again!

Xie Zhenghong didn't ask again, but took out another pot of wine to feed Wen Chunxiang to drink, as for what happened just now, it was as if nothing had happened.

“…… Wait, little monk, are you a little quick to change the subject? Wen Chunxiang swallowed a sip of wine and asked.

"The seniors are too careful." Xie Zhenghong replied with kind words.

"You were ...... before Not. Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the wine again.

Wen Chunxiang looked at Xie Zhenghong's face and found that it was still calm, almost maddening.

If it weren't for Wen Chunxiang's clear vision before, he almost thought that Xie Zhenghong's gaffe before was an illusion.

"Don't worry, little monk, you are not the first to lose your temper in front of this seat, and naturally you will not be the last." No matter how otherworldly a monk is, he still looks at his face. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many infant monks who would change their faces after they became infants. Of course, there are more than those who have not changed. Being able to cultivate to the Yuan Infant itself represents their character and strength, and people who care too much about their appearance are almost stuck in the Jindan period.

Although his mouth was blocked by wine, he could still use the divine consciousness transmission.

"The poor monk understands." Seeing that the spirit wine couldn't stop Wen Chunxiang's mouth, Xie Zhenghong had no choice but to reply.

Understand, understand?

Wen Chunxiang almost wanted to pry Xie Zhenghong's head open to see what was inside?!

"Next time, buy more of this wine, and it will be better if it is a little longer." Wen Chunxiang drank several pots in a row, and finally chose a flavor that he liked better, and casually ordered.

Xie Zhenghong secretly wrote down the name of the pot of wine.

Suddenly, Wen Chunxiang smelled a strong medicinal fragrance.

What Xie Zhenghong is holding in his hand at the moment is not the formed goblin that he got in Wen Yuexue's relict mansion?

"What are you doing with it?" Wen Chunxiang looked at Xie Zhenghong suspiciously.

"Naturally, it's for seniors to eat." Xie Zhenghong replied naturally.

“…… Are you stupid? Wen Chunxiang held back and suffocated, and finally couldn't swallow the words, although this thing is too lazy for Wen Chunxiang to look at on weekdays, but for Xie Zhenghong, a monk in the Jindan period, it is a good treasure that cannot be found.

"Seniors rest assured." Xie Zhenghong felt that he probably understood Wen Chunxiang's "good intentions", reached out to the goblin, tore off a piece about two fingers wide, and put it in a special jade bottle. A part of the goblin's body quickly dissolved into a liquid that melted into a bottle.

"The poor monk left some." Xie Zhenghong shook the bottle and put it into the storage ring.

Wen Chunxiang found that he didn't understand what Xie Zhenghong was thinking more and more.

Could it be that this little monk really likes this seat?

Wen Chunxiang had such a thought in his mind.

However, looking at Xie Zhenghong's plain and almost expressionless face, clear eyes, and the identity of the reincarnation of the Buddha Realm, he silently snuffed out this thought.

Probably......

This is to see myself as a master.

Wen Chunxiang suddenly made up his bald appearance in his brain, and couldn't help but shudder. Still under Xie Zhenghong's urging eyes, he ate the "filial piety" in three or two bites.