When people reach middle age, they can't help themselves, soak wolfberries in a thermos cup.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man head-on, this poem echoed in Songming's mind, and he couldn't remember whether it was written by Li Bai Dufu or Lu Xun or Zhou Shuren.

But I have to say that this poem is too apt to describe this guy.

Looking carefully, this man has a slender figure, a handsome appearance, and a bit of ethereal fairy and mature man's taste, even if he is a high-ranking official of the Dao League, he has no official authority and belly.

Only the complexion is not very good, the eyelids are drooping, the face is unusually pale, a pair of panda eyes are unusually dark, and the face is black and white, as if the two faces of black and white impermanence are superimposed together.

A full cup of red spirit wolfberry is even more beautiful!

"Immortal Li envoy, don't come unharmed. ”

Ling Zhouxue entered the door, just like in her own home, neither humble nor arrogant, calm and free, found a black wooden chair and sat down directly, her words and deeds were cold and domineering, and she did not look like she was confessing her guilt at all.

Song Ming followed the door and sat down on a dark wooden chair next to Ling Zhouxue.

Looking around, this is a pattern similar to the ancient yatang.

But the hall is extremely vast, the dome is high, the windows are bright and clear, the light is transparent, ethereal like a pavilion in the air, solemn like a medieval church, giving people a sense of light that is not hidden, making people feel awe.

In the middle is a purple wood table that is more than a foot long.

Two rows of dark wood chairs below.

Most of these chairs are places where people like Immortal Detectives, Immortal Catchers, Masters or Guest Guests sit, and the suspect is not qualified to sit on them, and Ling Zhouxue directly sat on the black chair means that she doesn't think she is guilty at all.

The middle-aged man didn't care, he seemed to have been familiar with Ling Zhouxue for a long time, but he never dared to look directly into her eyes, and his eyes tried to avoid the area where she was, and turned his head back to the purple wood table, ready to pour tea for Ling Zhouxue.

At this point, the master has not yet gone to work, and he can only do it himself.

As soon as he unscrewed the tall wolfberry jar, his expression was suddenly a little reluctant, so he closed the jar, and took out a dusty tea jar from the corner, made a cup of spiritual tea for Ling Zhouxue, and handed it to Ling Zhouxue.

Lingzhou Xue sat cold like an ice sculpture, and had no intention of taking tea at all.

The middle-aged man's hand holding tea hung in the air for a while, a little embarrassed, so he said to himself:

"I've never seen reincarnation early, isn't it good to live?"

"If someone hadn't told me that you walked from the street to the Five Swords Pavilion, I would still be sleeping. ”

"When people reach middle age, nightlife is indispensable, can't you young people be considerate?"

Ling Zhouxue's face was cold, she still didn't mean to take the tea, she let it dry for a while, and said calmly:

"We had to rush back for breakfast. ”

The middle-aged man's face stiffened, and he couldn't speak for a long time, so he sweated for Ling Zhouxue.

What's the matter with your unwarranted self-confidence!

Song Ming was also stunned, stunned by Ling Zhouxue's kung fu that she was learning and selling, this girl didn't seem to be as cold and rigid as she seemed on the surface, but she was unexpectedly a little witty.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was holding the teacup all the time, it was quite embarrassing, in order to alleviate this embarrassment, instead of greedy for spiritual tea, Song Ming got up and went over, reluctantly took the teacup, and said with a smile:

"Although it is aged tea, the grade is very high, let me taste it. ”

Before the words fell, he just poured a mouthful of spiritual tea, and a mouthful of tea sprayed the middle-aged man's face!

"Poof—"

This broken tea, the grade is much higher than the spirit tea of Baicao Cliff, but the taste is worse, although its spirit is as moist as rivers, lakes and seas nourishing the spiritual root, the taste is bitter, and it is a torture for the tongue!

Cultivators drink this stuff all day long?

No wonder this guy drinks goji berries!

The middle-aged man was stunned by Songming's sudden commotion show, and his hanging hand trembled slightly.

Withholding his anger, he wiped the tea on his face, and then noticed the man in front of him.

Wait, man?

Lingzhouxue, who has always been jealous of men, why did she suddenly bring a man to Xianya?

Or a mortal?

The middle-aged man asked directly:

"This is ......"

Ling Zhouxue puffed up her chest and said with a smile:

"This is the sword elder of this sect, and also my brother-in-law, Hui's Taoist companion, Song Ming. ”

"This is the Dao League's immortal envoy in Zhongzhou, Li Wuxie, who is the biggest official in Zhongzhou. ”

"What do you mean? Wait-"

Li Wuxian was shocked, and the pale handsome face was covered with black lines.

"Lingzhouhui's Taoist companion?"

"Your third sister, the doom poison body Ling Zhouhui?"

"Do you think that you can deal with this crisis by just finding a man?"

Ling Zhouxue snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdainful snow hail.

"I won't sacrifice the happiness of my third sister for this little thing. ”

Li Wuxian was a little suspicious.

Looking up and down, Songming was watched.

There is no cultivation, and his words and deeds are also proper mortals, but there is one thing that is very strange-

The first time ordinary people came to the Immortal Ya, they were all afraid and trembling in the solemn Five Swords Pavilion, even if they were good cultivators, they were cautious in their words and deeds, and they were cautious.

But the man in front of him, whether he was facing Ling Zhouxue in the Jindan Realm or facing himself in the Yuanying Realm, he didn't feel nervous or afraid at all, just as casual as in his own home!

Is this guy ignorant and fearless?

Or is there something wrong with your own sense?

Li Wuxian was puzzled and decided to try Songming himself.

"The Taoist couple of Ling Zhouhui...... Daoyou have worked hard. ”

While deliberately concerned, he inadvertently paced to Songming and put his hand on Songming's shoulder.

With a casual ride, a sharp inner consciousness instantly seeped into his body from Song Ming's shoulder!

This divine sense is like spring breeze and rain, but it is as sharp as a sword, and it can probe every detail of the spiritual root in the opponent's body on the basis that the other party is unaware.

Li Wuxian secretly closed his eyes.

The gaze looks inward through the layers of fog......

He saw one immortal mountain after another!

In the early morning, on the wide sword dance flat, a handsome young genius wielded a black-scaled sword, and with the swing of the sword, the picture of his life gradually emerged.

Ten years old to build a foundation, twenty gold pills, thirty yuan babies, forty gods, climb the stairs, go against the sky!

After forty, he no longer stayed in the sect, and entered the branch of the Yunxia National Dao League as an immortal catcher, and trained in battle.

Went deep into the demon cave again and again, slashed demons and eliminated demons, and in just a few years, he was promoted to a three-star immortal catcher, just before he was about to be promoted to a three-star immortal envoy of Yunxia Kingdom, in an important mission, he met a woman in his fate.

This is a beautiful woman in the form of a snake demon, and then ......

There is no then.

After this incident, he was quickly demoted to a one-star immortal envoy in Jinzhang City and began a chaotic life.

Seeing this, Li Wuxian was sweating profusely and suddenly came to his senses.

This...... It's not Songming!

It's my life!

Suddenly letting go of his hand, Li Wuxie's eyes were shocked as if he had seen a monstrous wave.

It's like standing in front of a mirror, and everything about yourself is hidden.

Why did you see your whole life in this guy's body?

Li Wuxian was sweating profusely and creepy, forcibly stabilizing his emotions.

Re-observed, it was found that Song Ming still did not have the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power.

Could it be......

He suddenly thought of a legendary waste wood physique, although its spiritual root could not be cultivated, but it was like a smooth mirror, immune to and rebound all spiritual power penetration, known as the mirror spiritual root!

Could it be that this person is the legendary mirror physique?

Because it is a mirror physique, it is immune to Ling Zhouhui's doom poison body?

In this way, everything makes sense!

People are always afraid of the unknown, and they will be relieved when they find the reason.

Li Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, patted Song Ming's shoulder, and said meaningfully:

"Young man, your physique is excellent. ”

Song Ming didn't care, he tasted the spiritual tea leisurely, and said meaningfully:

"It's not as good as the immortal envoy playing with snakes. ”

"Poof—"

Li Wuxie's old waist was sore, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out!

He hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, his eyes were dizzy and black, and he felt that the whole hall was shaking, and as the black blood spurted out, his face was much paler, and the bags under his eyes were much heavier......

Is this guy the devil?