Chongjue hurried from the Buddhist hall. When I pushed the door in, I saw Su Hansheng sitting cross-legged in the sun, spreading out his palms in a daze, trying to catch the sun.

But he was not a sun-facing sapling, but a root buried deep in the soil without seeing the light, and the warmth of the sun only dried up and withered in the sun, and his hands, face, and even his neck exposed to the sun had been burned with scarlet burns, which was shocking.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he tilted his head and opened his blood-dripping ten fingers, and even the cracks between his fingers began to burn and burn with strange flames. - It was as if Qi Fu Zhao was burned at that time.

The cold clothes and the long hair that were scattered were already burning with strange flames.

At first glance, when he saw someone coming in, he tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, his beautiful amber eyes almost turned orange-red, and his hand, which was almost burned out of white bones, moved as if it were dancing, and he said happily like a child.

"Look, uncle, I can start a fire."

Chongjue saw that the cold sound was almost burned into a handful of dry bones, and he stepped forward quickly with his face like a sinking water, and picked up the person horizontally, avoiding the burning of the hot sun.

The sky was spinning for a while, and the bloody hand grabbed Chongjue's clothes, and looked up at him for a long time, eating and laughing, as if he was drunk.

Chongjue let him lean against his heart, and his fingers condensed spiritual power and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, which was still burning. With a bang, the flames ignited by the sunlight dissipated instantly.

"Xiao Xiao.. … Rustling. ”

Shu Hansheng's eyes were still scattered and unfocused, tilting his head and looking at Chongjue for a long time, I don't know if he recognized it, he reached out and hugged Chongjue's neck, and followed the parrot and said with a smile: "Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao!"

Su Hansheng was covered in blood, and he rubbed it casually, and Chongjue's body was covered with blood. Before Shizun's cleanliness attacked, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, completely staining Chongjue's snow-white plain robe.

Su Hansheng didn't know what to think, and after reacting, Chongjue didn't speak, his little face turned pale, and he crawled out screaming, crying and laughing: "If you want to be beaten, you will be beaten!" Xiao Xiao is going to be beaten hahaha!"

Chongjue: "

In Su Hansheng's heart, is he already a demon who will hit people at will when he encounters a little dirt?

The sound of the cold almost turned over from the couch, Chongjue forcibly picked him up and pressed him on the couch, frowned and wiped the blood that was still overflowing from the corners of his lips for him, and said in a deep voice: "Lie down."

Su Hansheng seemed to be afraid of Chongjue's cold face, and immediately his little face froze in place in horror, not daring to move. "I'm lying down, I'm not moving......"

r /> Chongjue saw his frightened look, his heart seemed to be pinched hard, he tried to slow down his voice, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't fight ....... again"

Before the words of comfort were finished, the stiff cold sound suddenly puffed up his cheeks, as if he was trying to hold back a smile, his lips were closed, and he was trembling all over his body.

Chongjue was silent for a long time and asked, "What?"

Su Hansheng couldn't help laughing out loud anymore, and while laughing, he carefully obeyed Chongjue's "order" to let him lie down, and his limbs stiffened and did not move.

Chongjue really didn't understand today's young people, so he stretched out his hand and asked while wiping the blood on his lips for him. "Laughing at what?"

Su Hansheng was just about to speak, but he laughed too hard and suffered retribution, so he couldn't help coughing out.

Seeing that he was coughing so much that he was almost out of breath or lying there stiffly for fear of being beaten, Chongjue helplessly lifted his upper body up and leaned against his arms, and gently smoothed his breath for him.

Su Hansheng coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, struggled to climb Chongjue's shoulder and gasped for a long time, looking up at him with his head up and shining eyes.

Chongjue hadn't seen this kind of look since the last time he hit someone, and for a while, the string in his heart seemed to be plucked heavily, and an unprecedented tune echoed in his heart.

"Shh Shu Hansheng tried to support his body, leaned over to Chongjue's ear and bit his ear, and said in a small voice, "I tell you, don't tell others."

The smell of blood sprayed on his neck, and Chongjue turned his head uncomfortably, revealing the tips of his red ears.

"What."

Su Hansheng laughed so much that he almost fell from Chongjue's arms, struggled to stroke his fingers lightly on Chongjue's eyebrows, and said intermittently: "My uncle...... Haha, he has a little guy dancing on his brow. "

Chongjue: "......"

* Large ★

Qi Fu Zhao was busy for most of the day, and he "threatened" Zhou Gu to shoot - although he was beaten, he barely settled the matter of "tarsal detoxification".

However, the price was to translate the rare medical books of the Fuer tribe for Zhou Guji.

Su Hansheng was dizzy for a long time today, unable to go to class, and after the beating, he hurriedly ran to Siming Hall to ask for sick leave for Shaojun. But asking for leave generally requires the student's disciple seal, and Qi Fuzhao had to run back quickly to get Shaojun's seal.

As soon as he hurriedly ran back to Wuzhai, he pushed the door and entered, just in time to see Chongjue, who was wearing a snow-white robe, holding the cold sound in his arms, looking like he was planning to kidnap people.

Qi Fu Zhao was startled, and hurriedly saluted: "I have seen the world

Respect. ”

Chongjue's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and after saying "um", his figure disappeared like a cloud. Qi Fu Zhao glanced at the disciple seal on Su Hansheng's waist with sharp eyes, and hurriedly said, "World Venerable stay!"

As soon as the words fell, Shizun took the young monarch ...... and the disciple seal on Shaojun's waist completely turned into smoke and disappeared in Luowuzhai. Beggar Zhao: "......" is over.

After hearing the Taoist sacrifice, he was absent from school for three days.

If you don't come for all three days, it's okay, this can only be regarded as the heaviest level of "absenteeism" punishment - only ten points need to be deducted, and you can wear a bundle for half a month.

But the mistake is that Su Hansheng took a class yesterday, so he can only be counted as absent from class for two days and a half, and this kind of punishment is much more serious than "three days of absenteeism", because it is less than two days, it must be counted according to the number of classes.

In the afternoon, Chu Fenghan handed over the details of Su Hansheng's absenteeism and deduction points to Xu Nanzhi. "Three points will be deducted for one class, and your junior brother will miss nine sessions...... Oh no, and this morning, counting the morning class, there are twelve periods in total. "

Xu Nanzhi was buying magic tools in the ink tire Zhai every year, and everyone was stupid when he heard the words: "Twelve classes?!" Doesn't this stupid boy even know how to ask for leave?!

"Hmm." Chu Fenghan said, "Your junior brother looks quite clever, but why is his brain a little stupid?" Xu Nanzhi could say that he was stupid, but others said that it was like poking his lung tube, and glared at him coldly: "You are stupid."

Chu Fenghan said lightly: "He shouldn't have come to the last class yesterday, so even if he was absent from school for three days, he would only be fined twelve points, plus the fifteen points he gave when he heard the Dao Sacrifice to turn the tide and the Siming Hall, there can still be a surplus."

It's good now, it's all deducted, and I have to call the elder to come to the school palace to embarrass people.

Zhuang Lingxiu crossed Erlang's legs and drank tea on the side, his movements stiffened, and he pretended to be calm and took a sip of the teacup: "Yes, how can Xiao Xiao be stupid?"

Xu Nanzhi:

Xu Nan frowned, and turned over and over to look at the paper that deducted points: "Xiao Xiao was still in a coma at the time, and it is understandable that he forgot to ask for leave when he went to Banqingzhou for treatment, can't the fake note be made up?"

Chu Fenghan said: "No, if he goes to make up for it on the day he comes back, maybe there will be a chance."

Zhuang Lingxiu's teacup and saucer trembled loudly, and when he heard the words, he finally couldn't help it at all, and said angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

Chu Feng stared at him coldly: "This is common sense, it is that if a person forgets to ask for leave, he will make up for the leave as soon as possible, instead of trying to exploit the loopholes of the punishment hall.

I want to take a class to avoid punishment. ”

Zhuang Devotional: "......"

Zhuang Lingxiu has caused too many troubles, and he has long been accustomed to finding loopholes in the first place to avoid heavier punishments, and he subconsciously came up with a bad idea when he was anxious.

Who knew that stealing chickens would not lead to rice.

Xu Nan said quietly: "You came up with the bad idea of letting Xiao Xiao go to class?"

Zhuang Lingxiu knew that he was at a loss, and hurriedly held a cup of tea and handed it over: "Don't drink tea in the north." ”

Xu Nanzhi was about to roll his eyes, and said angrily: "My senior brother has always been strict, and he is a Daojun who has cultivated the ruthless Dao, have you forgotten that the first time I caused trouble in the School Palace and called the elder, he came over and smacked me so hard that I couldn't even get out of bed?!"

Zhuang Lingxiu said dryly: "Xiao Xiao is called the elder...... It should also be called Shizun to come, Shizun has a good temper, don't fight ......" Before he finished speaking, he remembered Chongjue's sobbing and cold sound, so he had to shut up.

Chu Fenghan raised his eyebrows and said: "Ruthless? Can anyone in the Three Realms truly cultivate the Ruthless Dao? Ying Daojun is worthy of being the great apprentice of Xianjun. "

"Oh, no." Xu Nanzhi frowned bitterly, and said casually, "His ruthless Dao has long been broken, and now he is very irritable, and he will pump people if he is not satisfied, Xiao Xiao is afraid that this beating will be inevitable......"

He was thinking about it, when he swept the mark of another year on the ink tire Zhai magic vessel, he was stunned, and said vaguely: "Unless ......"

Zhuang Lingxiu hurriedly asked: "Unless what?"

Xu Nanzhi stroked the mark of other years, and there was a dish on his face: "Unless I have to be beaten first."

Zhuang Lingxiu looked at him incredulously, as if he couldn't understand: "You have rough skin and thick meat, you will be beaten if you are beaten! The most important thing now is not to let Xiao Xiao get beaten, his little arms and legs can howl for a long time if he knocks them. Your senior brother is really beating to the death, how can he stand it?!"

Xu Nanzhi: He suspected that Su Hansheng had been with this guy for many years, why did he still turn his elbow out?

But this is a deduction point, Su Hansheng is indeed not at fault, Xu Nanzhi rubbed his eyebrows, and said helplessly to the shopkeeper who was holding the magic weapon for them on the side: "Don't be a year's Fang girl can be in Moti Zhai today?"

After Zhuang Lingxiu heard him ask, he seemed to be doing that, pinching the decision in his hand, his lips touching lightly, as if he was muttering to himself. I looked closer and heard him praying: "She's not there, she's not there, she's not ......"

The shopkeeper said, "Miss Fang is here." Xu Nan's face turned green.

> Zhuang Lingxiu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward and hooked his shoulders with Xu Nanzhi: "Then I bother you to pass it on, and Xu Nanzhi should ask to see the Fang girl."

Xu Nanyu glared at him fiercely.

Chu Fenghan sat next to him, his hand casually fiddling with a bell magic device, the bell looked at the meticulous workmanship, and it made a crisp sound when he pushed it gently, and the fingertips lined with white jade were even more beautiful and charming.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't be the lord of Nianfang City? Don't you recognize it?"

Before Xu Nanzhi could say anything, Zhuang Lingxiu was busy and said: "Recognize and recognize, naturally recognize, the second senior sister of the Fang girl is not from the north - oh, Fenghan beauty, what you are fiddling with in your hand is the new product of Moti Zhai, the jade Burmese bell." "

Chu Fenghan: "

Chu Fenghan's movements stiffened, and after reacting, his plain white face was so red that he almost wanted to drip blood, and the whole person was several feet away, and he shouldn't have been going to grind it first

Break that damn Burmese bell, or chop off the claws first.

Zhuang Lingxiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Fenghan fleeing not far away in embarrassment, and washed his hands desperately in the water as if he was crazy, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin.

Jin Yiyuan didn't know how long he had been watching in the dark, and when he saw this, he felt that he was courteous, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pretended to meet him by chance, shaking his fan and saying something to Chu Fenghan with a smile.

Chu Feng opened his lips coldly, as if he was saying get out.

Jin Yiyuan saw that Chu Fenghan's palms were rubbed red, smiled and said a few words, holding Chu Fenghan's hand gently, spreading out his palm and gently touching the side of his face.

Chu Fenghan seemed to be stunned, his whole body stiffened, and the unsubsided flush on his face burned directly to the root of his ears.

Jin Yiyuan probably saw the shyness of the beauty's deputy envoy like a peach blossom for the second time, and the corners of his lips hooked, feeling that this time the relationship was extremely open.

But before he could react, he suddenly saw Chu Fenghan's hand desperately rubbing against Jin Yiyuan's face a few times, as if he wanted to wipe something dirty off.

Jin Yiyuan's face was confused.

Chu Fenghan wiped it twice, and for some reason suddenly became angry, so he simply slapped Jin Yiyuan in a loud face, turned around and fled in embarrassment.

Jin Yiyuan was beaten so that his face was slightly biased, and the whole person seemed to be stunned, looking at Chu Fenghan's rare and hasty background, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Zhuang Lingxiu and Xu Nanzhi have been there.

Seeing Jin Yi coming expressionlessly from afar, they smacked louder instead. This dog also gets slapped one day.

Jin Yiyuan's status is so noble, his family background is illustrious, and today he was slapped in front of everyone's eyes, where can he be this kind of shame..

/> Jin Yiyuan walked in, covered his face, and said: He didn't whip me today? Xu Nanzhi, Zhuang Lingxiu: ?...... Stand?

Jin Yiyuan finally showed a smile on his face: "It seems that the matter of us becoming a Taoist couple is close at hand, and it is time to choose a good day and an auspicious day." ”

Two people: ......

Pumped again?

Seriously, sooner or later, this man will have to die.

"You just said that Miss Fang is the second senior sister who is not from the north?" Jin Yiyuan didn't care about the disdain of the people around him, Youzai Youzai sat where Fang Cai Chu Fenghan was sitting, raised his hand and called the shopkeeper, and asked people to wrap up the Burmese bell that Fang Cai Chu Fenghan was pushing and playing with and bought it, and said casually, But I remember that Miss Fang is not a demon cultivator, and it seems that there is no teacher?

Xu Nanyu rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Senior sister has already left Ying Xu Sect, and she has sealed her heart and love, and when she sees the people of Ying Xu Sect, she won't say a word and then beat her up before saying anything - otherwise why do you think I'm afraid to ask her to do something?"

Jin Yiyuan lazily propped up his jaw and bought a bunch of strange new products: "Miss Fang can open another year in just a hundred years

The first Dafang City in the Three Realms, the spirit stones earned in a breath are comparable to a spirit stone mine, why would such a genius leave Ying Xu Sect?

Xu Nanyu didn't want to deal with him. The shopkeeper just came back and bowed his head at him, signaling that he could go to the top floor to meet the girl.

Zhuang Lingxiu patted him on the shoulder, and said: For Xiao Xiao's sake, you should go bravely and fearlessly.

Xu Nanzhi: ......

Xu Nanzhi went upstairs without saying a word.

Jin Yiyuan stuffed the purchased things into the storage ring, leaned to Zhuang Lingxiu's side, and whispered: "Hey, you said you wanted to help me last night, but do you mean it?"

Zhuang Lingxiu glanced at him, did not speak, raised his hand and pointed to a priceless magic weapon on the shelf. "Shopkeeper, I'll take a look at that."

Jin Yiyuan was very eye-catching, and waved his hand: "Don't look at it, just wrap it up for Zhuang Gongzi, no matter which one you fancy today, buy it all."

Zhuang Lingxiu turned around and said, "...... You and I know Feng Han's temper, where is he the master who is willing to suffer? If he really didn't have that mind, he would have chopped off your life early that morning, how could he tolerate you dangling in front of him?

Cough. Jin Yiyuan rubbed his nose in embarrassment, he ...... He did want to draw his sword, but I ran fast, him

Didn't catch up with me. Zhuang Devotional: ...... If you don't get pumped, who gets pumped?

* Large ★

Wendao School Palace behind the mountain Buddha Hall. Su Hansheng's injuries have all healed, Chongjue bathed and changed his clothes for him, and the whole person slept lazily on the couch.

Chongjue closed his eyes and chanted meditation.

During the Mahayana period, his consciousness had long been accustomed to unconsciously being released, and he usually did not feel anything abnormal, but today he always felt the sound of breathing lingering in his ears all the time, stirring him up and unable to completely enter the meditation of the Buddha.

Chongjue's brows furrowed, and the hand that plucked the Buddha beads was slightly forced.

Suddenly, the breath stopped, and a muffled dream sounded in my ears. Hmm, don't.

Chongjue opened his eyes suddenly, and the movement of the Buddha beads stopped in the summer. The sound of his breath that upset him... Is it a cold sound?

Chongjue's face was like sinking water, forcing himself to close his eyes and settle down, and he completely retracted his consciousness and didn't listen to the sound of breathing.

Suddenly fell into a dead silence, but found that the breathing sound of the cold sound was more distinct, as if it was close to the ear, like a shadow.

Chongjue almost crushed the Buddha beads. At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door of the Buddhist hall.

In the huge Houshan Buddha Hall, only Zou Zhi will come over, but he seems to have left the Wendao School Palace recently and don't know where he went. Chongjue re-released his divine sense, and when he noticed who was outside the door, his eyes instantly sank.

The carved wooden door of the Buddha hall slowly opened.

Zhuang Lingge, who was dressed in green clothes, slowly lowered his hand knocking on the door, and the dragon pupil looked at Chongjue coldly, not seeming to feel awe because of Chongjue's identity - not even a courtesy.

The body of the Falling Abyss Dragon is strong and immortal, although the silver lamp and the phoenix bone are also holy relics, but the two seem to be missing something, the lamp needs the soul as lamp oil, and the bone must endure the pain of burning at all times.

In addition to the fact that it is difficult to recover from the human form, the dragon can be regarded as a true gift of heaven.

Zhuang Lingge slept for eight hours a day since he was a child, and when he grew up, he turned into a dragon and slept day and night. Rao is like this, the cultivation that has just reached the crown for a few years has also reached the middle stage of the Transformation God Realm, and the speed is staggering.

Zhuang Lingge, who is pampered in Banqing Prefecture, is almost about to be offered, where will there be anyone who understands what "salute" is.

Zhuang Lingge held the silk spike floating in the air in his hand, which was a thank you gift from Su Hansheng, and now a lock of spiritual power that was drawn out above was moving with the wind, guiding the direction of Su Hansheng.

Zhuang Lingge's tone was cold, and he said, "Is the cold sound here?" Chongjue looked at him expressionlessly.

Qi Jianyi, who has a good case contract with Su Hansheng, is also

It's so cold.

The name "Xiao Xiao" is only called by people close to him, which also shows that he can only stay within the boundaries of his relatives forever, and then he will go beyond and misbehave.

…… But calling "cold sound" alone carries a certain inexplicable intention.

Chongjue couldn't see what this dragon was thinking, and said coldly: "What are you looking for him?"

"The cold sound seems to be mentally unstable." Zhuang Lingge is worthy of the Transformation God Realm, and he can detect the strangeness of the cold sound from just a wisp of residual spiritual power, "I can heal his injuries and reshape his body." ”

The dragon didn't have half a courtesy, Chongjue frowned slightly, and from his tone, there was a vague illusion that he was an evil person who hurt Su Hansheng.

Chongjue said indifferently: "He'll be fine."

The silk spike held in Zhuang Lingge's palm was still floating in the air, he didn't seem to see Chongjue's refusal, tilted his head, and said expressionlessly: "But Han Suizi's spiritual power says that he is not feeling well now." ”

Chongjue glanced at the silk spike. The two had only known each other for a few days, and Su Hansheng gave away the tassels printed on his body.

"Don't worry." Chongjue said coldly. Zhuang Lingge was stunned and reluctant to leave: "I brought an elixir made of dragon blood to heal his injuries."

Chongjue Xu was annoyed, and said: "He is sleeping, I will transfer the medicine after I put it down."

"Ahh Zhuang Lingge said slowly, turned around and sat down on the steps outside the Buddha hall with his knees hugged, This medicine is too bitter, you may not eat it if you feed the cold sound, I am still waiting for him to wake up.

Chongjue: ......

The door to the temple slammed shut, and a new barrier shrouded it.

Chongjue's eyebrows lingered with a depressed color that he hadn't even noticed, and he was about to close his eyes and go back to meditation, when the breathing sound in his ears that had never been dispersed was finally no longer even.

I slept for a long time and finally woke up.

Just listening to the movement, it seems that something is wrong.

Chongjue couldn't calm down, so he had to get up and go to the backyard fasthouse. Su Hansheng has indeed opened his eyes, but Xu is Zhou Gu has been mixed with too much poison, and his eyes are open, and he is still not completely awake.

Chongjue just walked in, faintly heard the sound of cold, and the sound of breathing seemed to be inexplicably short, frowned slightly, stepped forward, and just lifted the curtain of the bed to avoid the light, and was stunned.

Lying on the couch with a cold voice, his clothes disheveled, his legs poking out from under the brocade quilt □□, his toes curled up and the sheets rolled out folds. He craned his neck, breathing hard, his dilated pupils staring into the void, hot with lust. The color is thin

A layer of mist, the eyelashes fell from the end of the eyes in a slight blink.

Chongjue's hand tugging at the curtain of the bed curled up suddenly.

Su Hansheng looked at the sudden Chongjue in confusion, looked at it with tears on his face for a long time, suddenly bit the knuckle of his index finger and laughed, and raised his other hand slowly, hooking Chongjue's waist and tugging it heavily.

Chongjue was caught off guard and was dragged to the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed: "Cold."

Su Hansheng's cheeks were crimson, holding Chongjue's waist with one hand and daring to untie his waist seal with the other, the fragrance of Bodhi flowers seemed to pour oil on the fire, and it burned in the narrow bed.

Chongjue tensed all over, held Su Hansheng's chin with his hand, made him look at his face, and said coldly: "See who I am."

The sound of the cold seems to be immersed in spring. In the dream, Chongjue, who thought that Infernal Prison, was playing with him again. Fun, wanting to force him to say meaty words, skillfully held Chongjue's hand holding his chin, placed it on his lips and gently bit it on his jade-like little finger.

The misty eyes seemed to seduce people's souls, and they raised their eyes slightly and smiled at him.

You are......

Chongjue was shocked by the skillful and dissolute movements of the cold sound.

Su Hansheng stretched out the tip of his tongue and hooked Chongjue's little finger, his lips were red, his hot breath sprayed on his palm, and his behavior was completely inconsistent with the immaturity of the young man's face.

He smiled softly, like a demagogic demon.

"You're uncle.