It's silent.

After a long time, Su Hansheng said softly: "Senior brother, shall we still go back to the Daoist Palace?" If you don't rebel against the palace, even if you go back, you will have to die.

Zhuang Lingxiu lazily walked to Zhuang Lingge's lap like a person, fiddling with the silk spikes printed by his disciples, and said casually: "It's okay, it's not that you don't know it, although he is shouting to kill me, he will definitely be reluctant to do it when it comes."

A glimmer of hope ignited in Shu Hansheng's heart: "That Wu Baili ......"

"Oh, Ubari is a stubble." Zhuang Lingxiu said, "I will not be soft when I say that I will kill you." Chilling Voice:

Su Hansheng continued to break the jar and break it, climbed up and curled up beside Zhuang Lingge, and chatted with Zhuang Lingxiu without a match: "How the hell did you cheat my senior brother, he was chased and killed for two days."

"Heaven and earth can be learned." Zhuang Lingxiu said innocently, "My and Bubei are simply an exchange of interests, and since he gets what he wants, he has to take the corresponding risks - oh, this is the content of the first session of the business class of Wendao Xue Palace, and there will be a course on the fourth day of the first month of next month, remember to go and audit." "

Shu Hansheng wondered, "What's the use of learning this lesson?" Why do monks go into business?

Zhuang Lingxiu smiled and said: "I took out a secret worth 100 gold from your senior brother with empty gloves, and then used this secret to exchange other secrets of the Academy Palace with others, but I knew a bunch of secrets of '100 gold' in one night." Don't talk about Wendao Xue Palace, ten university palaces, if you want to know anyone, I can tell you a way, do you say that it is useful to learn these ways of businessmen?"

Su Hansheng: "?" The cold voice was solemn. Senior Brother Zhuang is really idle, he doesn't do anything serious, and he draws inferences from crooked ways.

Zhuang Lingxiu poured out his heart to the sound of the cold, probably idle and bored, and told him a bunch of "underground secrets" of the Wendao Palace, and listened to the sound of the cold.

"The person who secretly assassinated the deputy envoy and made him dance in public is his half-brother?!" Jin Yi is far rich and rivals the country, and lives in the Long Night Tower every day just to create a chance encounter with the deputy envoy?!" For the sake of three points, Senior Brother Zhuang lied that the hundred-year-old mountain chief was too hooked, causing him to have no intention of studying?!"

Chilling Voice:

Zhuang Lingxiu: "......

Zhuang Lingxiu said that he had come up and told himself too. He was silent for a long time before he said quietly, "The last one should not have been heard."

Su Hansheng clapped his hands with laughter: "Hahaha, did the mountain chief give you extra points in the end?

4;

"Nope." Zhuang Lingxiu was not ashamed, and said, "He scolded me for being emotional, and deducted me three points so that I didn't pass at the end of the year, and said to me before leaving, 'Tomorrow night is long, see you or leave'." "

Su Han sound: "Hahahahaha!"

Su Hansheng was about to laugh like crazy, and was about to pat his paw again, but he felt that his right hand was slightly pinched, and he "hissed" in pain.

The young man's ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and the fingers were slender, and they were held by a hand as white as paper, and the finger seams and the back of the hand were a little blue and white.

Zhuang Lingge's fingers were beautiful and powerful, and the tips of his fingertips almost sank into the skin of the cold sound. Su Hansheng frowned, patted the back of Zhuang Lingge's hand with his paws, and raised his eyes casually to glare at the man.

Zhuang Lingge's cold dragon eyes were staring at him indifferently. - He didn't know when he woke up.

Shu Hansheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly stretched out his foot and kicked Zhuang Lingxiu at the end of the bed so much that he almost fell off the bed. "Senior brother! Senior Brother Zhuang!"

Zhuang Lingxiu was not angry when he was kicked, he slowly stabilized his body and turned around: "What's wrong?" As soon as the words fell, he also looked at Zhuang Lingge's eyes. Zhuang Lingxiu was also stunned.

Zhuang Lingge moved his lips slightly: "Spiritual ......"

Zhuang Lingxiu was stunned for a long time, and was completely awakened by this familiar "spiritual cultivation", he hurriedly rushed forward and hugged Zhuang Lingge tremblingly.

Obviously, Zhuang Lingxiu was much taller than Zhuang Lingge, but he still subconsciously snuggled in his brother's arms when he was young, rested his forehead on Zhuang Lingge's shoulder, and muttered: "You're awake...... You're awake. ”

Zhuang Lingge's face was still childish, he reached out and stroked the back of Zhuang Lingxiu's head, and said softly: "Well, I'm not dead." In just a few words, Zhuang Lingxiu couldn't help laughing.

Su Hansheng had never seen the twins, and at this time, he saw two identical faces and looked at them in a new way.

In just one night, Zhuang Lingge completely regained his senses, and he was no longer the puppet he had before that he was at the mercy of others, but he was still ignorant.

Su Hansheng thought that it was just that Zhuang Lingge had not completely recovered his senses, but after careful observation for a long time, he found that this person seemed to be really slow and ignorant.

It is completely different from Zhuang Lingxiu's vigorous spirit of always thinking about "dogs".

Zhuang Lingge looked soft and weak, but the holy object seemed to be born with compelling coercion, and the double dragon pupils did not have half of human emotion, and when they looked at people quietly, they were even more creepy than Yuan Qian's snake pupils.

Zhuang Lingxiu has wiped away tears

happily went to find Zhuang Qu.

Su Hansheng was still secretly rubbing and trying to pull his claws out of Zhuang Lingge's hand, but the movement was slightly loud, causing Zhuang Lingge to gently move his gaze from Zhuang Lingxiu's distant back to him.

Zhuang Lingge looked at him for a long time, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face. "Bird cubs."

Obviously he and Zhuang Lingxiu have the same face, and every time Zhuang Lingxiu laughs, people can't help but think: "What bad idea is this dog thinking about, is it going to bully anyone again?"

But Zhuang Lingge's smile made people want to hold their hearts and tremble and think: "Is he being bullied?!" Beasts deserve to die!"

Shu Hansheng always felt awkward in his heart, and whispered: "My hands hurt."

Only then did Zhuang Lingge realize that he was still holding the hand that was cold, and his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, blocking the golden dragon pupils. "I'm sorry."

Su Hansheng thought that this person was going to let him go, but he saw Zhuang Lingge gently loosen his five fingers slightly, keeping a distance that Shu Hansheng would not feel pain, and continued to hold it without moving.

Su was stunned.

Zhuang Lingge held his hand lightly and asked softly, "Does this still hurt?"

Su Hansheng: ?

Anyone else does this, Su Hansheng will suspect that he is "plotting against him", but Zhuang Lingge's eyes are too cold, close to the purity of the Youtan water, ruthless but unable to hide the slightest filth.

Su Hansheng didn't know what to say for a while, and choked for a long time before he said: No, it doesn't hurt. Forget it, it would be bad if he let go of this man and then changed back to dragon form. I've been holding it all night, and I don't care about holding it for a few more moments.

Zhuang Qu and a bunch of doctors came over. For some reason, Chongjue, who had never been close to crowded places, actually came over, standing not far away and staring coldly at the inner room.

Su Hansheng sat obediently on the chair, let Zhuang Lingge hold his five fingers, tilted his head slightly and talked to Zhuang Qu. I don't know what Zhuang Qu said, he couldn't help but bend his eyes and smile, and he was obedient to the hearts of the people.

Chongjue's pupils twitched slightly.

The doctors and cultivators wanted to probe Zhuang Lingge's pulse again, so that he could let go of his hand that had been crying cold.

Su Hansheng rubbed his five fingers that were painfully held, and when he saw that Zhuang Lingge was still looking at him without blinking, he smiled uncomfortably, and hurriedly slipped away from the crowd.

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Zhuang Lingge's lips moved lightly and repeated, as if he wanted to imprint the name deeply in his heart. Rustling.

The name of the man who awakened him from the bottomless abyss was called this.

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Su Xiaoxiao ran out of the courtyard with a smoke and bumped into Chongjue not far away.

The sky was bright. Chongjue was dressed in the morning glow, and his plain robe was slightly blown by the wind, like a fairy who wanted to ride the wind.

Su Hansheng shook his head, and obediently stepped forward to salute. Good morning, uncle.

Su Hansheng's acting skills are very poor, and Chongjue obviously sees that his obedience at this time is just pretending to be perfunctory, and he is not really trying to call his uncle.

…… It was completely different from when Fang Cai smiled meekly and talked to Zhuang Qu.

Chongjue was silent for a long time before he said: What did Zhuang Qu say to you?

Su Hansheng said truthfully: "He asked me if I should consider marrying the eldest prince and kissing each other. ”

At that time, he was stunned, Zhuang Qu immediately laughed and said, "It's a joke, Xiao Xiao Mo has to take it to heart", which made him laugh embarrassedly.

Chongjue turned around and walked up. Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, Su Hansheng hurriedly followed.

Below Banqingzhou is a huge tree, the ground is covered with dry branches, Chongjue dragged the robe to sweep the mustard grass that grew in the vertical cracks, and only suddenly said after a while.

Xuanlin has lived for more than 2,000 years, and he only married your mother hundreds of years ago.

Su Hansheng didn't know why he brought up Shu Xuanlin in a dignified manner: Oh? Jian Zun, Zou Zhi, even if your senior brother should see the painting, there is no Taoist companion now. Chongjue Road.

Su Hansheng vaguely knew what Chongjue meant, and said dryly: "I didn't want to find a Taoist partner now." Chongjue's footsteps stopped and looked at him coldly.

Su Han choked and added cowardly: "Also...... I don't look for a coquette, although my uncle is relieved. ”

Chongjue didn't know if he believed him: "You still have a long way to go, since you have entered the Wendao Academy, you will practice hard, and you will consider the matter after taking over the Yingxu Sect in the future."

It's been a matter of taking over Ying Xuzong for a long time, and he dares to love that this is painting a big pie for him. Su Hansheng pursed his lips, but he didn't dare to disobey Chongjue: Yes, they all listen to uncle.

Chongjue saw that he was so docile, and the rattan hidden in his sleeve was slightly withdrawn. Maybe Su Xiao Xiao is not as hopeless as when he was angry for a while, so he reasoned with him

, it can still be taught.

Chongjue seems to be angry for a long time, and he doesn't know what "evil" is, he is like a real god and Buddha, and he is compassionate for all living beings, even if the stubborn evil seed has the destiny to turn back.

Su Hansheng looked at Chongjue's appearance of almost becoming a Buddha, and his first reaction was not to "take refuge in the Dharma", but his heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help recalling his previous life in his mind.

…… How did this person who wants to become a Buddha fall into the mud and never be reborn?

The great contrast made the bold little young gentleman begin to think about it again. There seems to be an extremely vague fragment of the unintentional memory, it seems that he was tugging at Chongjue's shirt and forcibly dragging people to kiss them.

Chongjue, who wanted to take refuge in Buddhism, had an extremely ugly face and pushed him away violently. was so light, but he was still calling the name of the cold voice.

Dreaming of Xiao Xiao!

Su Hansheng reacted suddenly. Where is this memory, in the dream?

Chongjue was already in a peaceful state of mind, seeing that the bruises on his paws had not yet dissipated, he lowered his eyes and gently stroked away the red marks with spiritual power.

At this moment, Shu Hansheng suddenly asked, "Uncle, did you go to look for me on the spirit boat yesterday?"

Chongjue's hand that was about to retract moved slightly, and said lightly: What?

Su Hansheng couldn't see the peace of mind disguised by people who had lived for thousands of years, and he hesitated for a long time before trying to consider the wording, and finally held back a few words after a long time.

Wasn't I right to my uncle at the time......

Before he finished speaking, "Boom-"

A thunderbolt struck down on a dry day. Chongjue's cold side face was illuminated white, and the coldness in his eyes was faintly visible.

Su Hansheng was frightened and looked up in confusion. How did the good end thunder, is the weather in Banqingzhou so cloudy and sunny?

It's just a kung fu looking at the sky, and when he lowered his head again, he saw that Chongjue was no longer there.

Looking around, I saw Chongjue standing on a quiet path not far away——— next to the courtyard where the two of them rested yesterday, there was no one around, and it was extremely quiet.

Chongjue looked at him slightly sideways, and his tone couldn't tell the joy and anger. "Come with me."

Shu Hansheng vaguely sensed Chongjue's anger, and seemed to understand something, and he was silent for a long time and almost gasped.

That memory......

Is it true?!