It should be seen that the painting will deal with the matter of the old Fu Mausoleum, and it is about to dawn.

The lights of Luowuzhai are still bright, the midsummer has passed quietly, the early autumn of Wuqueling comes quickly and quickly, the day is scorching, and the night has begun to condense frost and dew.

Ying Jianhua walked into Luowuzhai with a cold frost and coldness, and said as he walked: "Xiao Xiao? Why haven't you slept yet?" There was no movement inside, but someone was faintly visible rolling between the curtains.

Ying Jianhua did not perceive the movement of the phoenix bone, frowned and stepped forward to lift the curtain of the blackout bed, and was about to count him for not resting, when his face changed as soon as his eyes fell.

"Xiao Xiao!"

He seemed to be very uncomfortable, his bare feet were on the brocade quilt, his left hand was raised on his forehead, his cheeks were crimson, and his amber eyes were full of burning mist.

"Senior brother......" he muttered in a hoarse voice when he saw the Ying Jian painting, "hot."

Ying Jianhua's expression was gloomy, and he thought that the phoenix bone had attacked, so he immediately sat on the edge of the couch and held the hand that Su Hansheng put on the edge of the bed.

The right hand didn't know how much hatred there was with Su Hansheng, and the back of his palm had been rubbed red-Su Shaojun didn't even mention the heavy object, and the back of his snow-white hand even oozed blood, and he shivered when he touched it.

Ying Jianhua's expression was solemn, and he probed the pulse of the sky with his wrist holding the cold sound, and his brows became tighter and tighter. The movement of the phoenix bone is extremely large, and it is impossible to have no spark like An An now.

And there is no half of the spiritual power of the phoenix bone in the meridians of the cold sound, and the flow of spiritual power is not stagnant, and there is no shadow of the precursor or aftermath of the attack of the phoenix bone.

But the cold sound seemed to burn extremely uncomfortably. Ying saw that the painting heart was raised, and coaxed softly: "Xiao Xiao, don't sleep first, tell senior brother where you are uncomfortable." ”

The cold voice was sick, the tears condensed at the end of his eyes fell down, he looked at the Ying Jian painting in confusion, and said after a while: "I don't know, I'm hot.

Ying Jianhua took the thousand-year-old Cui Weizhi on the table and put it at the head of the bed: "What about this? Is it still uncomfortable?" Su Hansheng said in a daze: "My heart can't stop." Ying Jianhua: "......" If you stop, what if you pay it back?

When I saw the painting, he began to talk nonsense: "Long sky!" After shouting, he realized that Changkong had been instructed by him to respond to Xuzong.

If the phoenix bone is attacked, Ying Jianhua may be able to suppress him with spiritual power, but this unclear symptom stumped Ying Daojun. Just when he was at a loss, someone said outside: "Shaojun, what's wrong?" You should see the painting twisting the eyebrows: "Who

?”

The people outside fell silent, and soon, someone pushed the door in, holding a long sword in his hand, and his voice became cold. "Who are you?" Ying Jianhua's eyes narrowed.

Yuan Qiantian got up before dawn to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon - in short, he waited for the school palace to eat and eat, grabbed a few pastries and nibbled on them, probably just got up, and at this time the sleepy eyes and clothes were not closed.

Awakened by the movement in the young gentleman's room at first glance, Yuan Qian's perennial squinted eyes opened a gap, revealing a cold ...... And the confused snake pupil said coldly.

"In the middle of the night, why are you in Shaojun'......"

Ten breaths later, Yuan Qian puffed, bowed to the ground, and said solemnly: "It turned out to be Ying Daojun!" Good morning, I

It is the same door of Shaojun's classmate Zhai, the Huaize Snake Clan. "

Ying Jianhua: "......" is worthy of being a student of Wendao Academy, but he can bend and stretch.

Ying Jianhua had no interest in the snake clan, and was about to send people away, when he caught a glimpse of the burning cold sound of the drowsy and drowsy, and said: "I heard that there is a good doctor in the Taoist Palace?"

Yuan Qian hurriedly said: "Yes, the little doctor fairy in Shangyuan Prefecture is hanging the pot fast."

He caught a glimpse of the cold sound on the couch, and said cautiously, "Shaojun...... But you're sick?"

Ying Jianhua was about to speak, but the cold voice on the bed suddenly reached out and hooked the senior brother's wrist, and muttered: "Don't bother others...... I, I'll just wait a while.... Cough. "

Ying Jian twisted his eyebrows and pressed him back: "Don't mess around."

Yuan Qian said tentatively: "I...... I can take a look for Shaojun. Ying Jian said: "You know medical science?" Yuan Qian smiled and groaned: "I know a little bit about it." Because he was beaten since he was a child, he has already gained experience in injuries, and he still knows a little bit about the medical skills of small fights.

Ying Jianhua didn't want to involve too many people, not to mention the strange temper of the little doctor fairy in Shangyuan Prefecture, so he hesitated again and again, but let Yuan Qian come over to explore.

Yuan Qian floated over and grabbed the wrist of Su Hansheng to probe the pulse.

Ying Jianhua sat on the chair next to the bed and rubbed his sore eyebrows, only feeling that none of the messes left by the master could make people worry.

A crack has opened in the old Fuling Babel Tower, and although it has been restored, it is completely unknown how many Infernal Prison Fuer clans have escaped from it, and they should not even be traced.

The phoenix bones with a cold sound tortured the half-grown child enough, and he didn't know how to help him get rid of his sins all day long.

Look at the heart blockage.

Now that this illness is unclear, the more Ying Jianhua thinks about it, the more uneasy he feels, although his face is calm, but his eyes unconsciously glance at Yuan Qian's body.

Yuan Qian's expression changed several times, from the initial calm and relaxed, to the frowning, and finally his eyes widened as if he had noticed something unbelievable.

Ying Jianhua's heart suddenly shuddered, and he said coldly: "What's wrong?" Xiao Xiao has never had very bad luck, so he won't have any life-threatening illnesses, right? If something really happens, how can he explain to the master under Jiuquan?

Yuan Qian's expression was strange and said, "Daojun, Shaojun just has a fever." Ying Jianhua: "......" fever?

I don't know how many years I haven't heard these two words, but I feel incredible. Do monks have a fever and a chill like a weak mortal?

Yuan Qian skillfully took out a few elixirs from Yu pants and held Su Hansheng's head: "It's not a serious illness, if you eat a elixir and sweat, you will be able to jump around again at dawn."

Su Hansheng was about to sprinkle the medicine again, but he was afraid of being beaten by Ying Jianhua, so he reluctantly swallowed the elixir.

Yuan Qian wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "Shaojun eats snacks from Meals, it is said that it is very difficult to grab, I will bring it to you later."

Su Hansheng shook his head to refuse his kindness: "I don't like snacks."

Yuan Qian didn't say much, it was inconvenient to stay here longer, so he bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Ying Jianhua stood there for a long time with a cold expression, strode to the edge of the couch and sat down, and touched his forehead with a calm face: "It's so decent."

How can I suddenly have a fever? What did you do, and when did you start?"

Su Hansheng pursed his lips and was silent. It seems that after leaving Chongjue, the heat on his body and the pounding heart have not stopped.

Ying saw that the painting had to be asked again, but Su Hansheng was annoyed and angry, and boldly flipped the quilt and said vaguely: "I'm so uncomfortable, I want to sleep first."

Finish.

Ying saw that his forehead was still sweating, so he had to twist his eyebrows and pull the quilt on him, and put down the blackout bed curtain.

The cramped and gloomy environment can give Su Hansheng the most sense of security, he is lying on the messy couch sickly, his body is tired and wants to sleep, but the scene of Chongjue holding his hand to touch his heart clearly flashes in his mind today.

Ahh

The chills began to feel hot again. It's weird. Obviously, the two of them have done intimate things in their previous lives, how can they now touch each other through their clothes

Can he get out of control like this?

Su Hansheng didn't understand much □□, he only felt that this was an emotion out of his control, but it was not the madness when he was awake and crazy, so he couldn't figure it out at all.

"Why don't you get some sleep?"

Su Hansheng thought to himself, anyway, every time he slept and dreamed, he was messing with Chongjue in Infernal Prison, and he might be able to get an answer from it. With this awareness, the neglected drowsiness and tiredness came back again, forcibly dragging him to sleep.

I have long been accustomed to waking up in my dreams to enjoy love. Desire, I thought it would appear directly in the Infernal Prison again, what I saw when I opened my eyes...... It turned out to be the Buddhist hall on the mountain behind the Wendao Palace?

Su Hansheng was stunned.

Something wasn't quite right with this dream.

In the dream, it was no longer the perennial dark place of Infernal Hell, the sun was pouring down, and the cold sound slowly stepped forward, trying to try to touch the sun in the dream if it would be burned.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, someone suddenly grabbed him from behind, forcibly held his hand and dragged him back to the shade.

Shu Hansheng felt a familiar embrace, and hurriedly looked back: "Chongjue?"

Chongjue stood behind him, covered with black silk, slightly blown by the wind to reveal a pair of snow pupils and red marks on his eyebrows, his thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped.

Su Hansheng wondered: What's wrong?

Chongjue seems to be different from him in ordinary dreams, although he is still in the black robe, but it seems that the person in the dream has a soul, and he is unwilling to be a puppet in his consciousness again.

Old...... Chills.

Chongjue was just about to speak, but Su Hansheng suddenly said solemnly: "Wait first."

Chongjue was about to blurt out the words when he was blocked back, he seemed to be laughed at angrily, and a few words almost floated out from between his teeth: "Wait, what, what?"

Shu Hansheng raised his hand to tidy up Chongjue's messy black clothes, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, tentatively pasting his palm to the placket of his heart.

Chongjue's hands hanging down his sleeves were clenched tightly, and the pain and struggle that had been suppressed by Fang Cai were all gone, and he smiled and said: Su Xiaoxiao, have you really lived enough?

Su Hansheng glanced at him, relying on the fact that the person in the dream would not beat him, and said casually: "I have already lived enough, and you don't know it." In his previous life, he killed himself in front of this person, how could he still ask such a stupid question.

Su Hansheng only thought that this person was a dream, but he didn't notice that Chongjue, who was dressed in black, stiffened, as if he remembered something, the anger in the snow pupils

Breath flaring

Then it was scattered.

Su Hansheng touched his heart thoughtfully: No, there is no strange feeling when I touch my heart in a dream.

Chongjue: "You ......"

Don't talk. Su Hansheng covered his mouth, still thinking, what went wrong?

Chongjue suddenly said, "Knock knock." ”

Su Hansheng looked at him suspiciously: What are you doing?

Chongjue still looked at him coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes, and gently opened his lips and said, "Knock." Su Hansheng tilted his head, and suddenly woke up for a long time.

Knock, knock. The morning bell for the morning class in the Daoist Palace has already struck the third time.

Su Hansheng was stunned for a while before he hurriedly got up. I don't know when I saw that the painting had left.

Yuan Qian's medicine was really useful, and after he sweated, the heat on his body had subsided.

The morning bell is still ringing.

Since entering the school, Su Hansheng has hardly attended a few classes, but this time he didn't dare to be late again, so he went to Shangshan Xuezhai with a heavy head, and cheered up to read and listen to the lectures.

Fortunately, this morning's class is all rune class, and the cold sound of the bloodline of the Rou clan can be easily understood without any brains.

Su Hansheng stroked the runes on the scroll, his eyes fell on the index finger of his right hand, and he tentatively drew the runes of the domesticated phoenix bone that Qifu Yin had taught him.

The runes of the rotten Kepu are extremely complex, and the cold sound has been concentrating for half a day, and he has barely drawn half of it.

Su Hansheng's eyes hurt from painting, and he finally put down the pen and shook his sour hand.

The rune class is too boring, and many students in Shangshan Xuezhai are playing with the disciple seal on the listening wall, and the cold voice saw that the mountain chief was pondering the rune by himself, and he also secretly took out the disciple seal.

The divine consciousness entered Chongjue's spiritual power, and he wrote a few words in a cold voice. "Uncle, are you feeling better today?"

After hesitating, he hurriedly stretched out his paw to erase it and rewrote: "Chongjue, is the bone chain really gone?" After writing it, I felt that it was inappropriate again, so I quickly wiped it.

After a long time, I finally sent out: "I didn't have a class in the afternoon, so I just went to the Buddhist hall to copy the Buddhist scriptures three times."

"Hmm." Su Hansheng nodded in satisfaction, perfect reason, and the tone was natural. There will never be a person who wants to find out that he wants to "plot wrong".

Chongjue did not reply to him.

Su Hansheng lay on the table, his feet touched the ground unconsciously, and his eyes stared directly at the disciple seal to wait

Response. But the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't wait, so he simply began to continue copying the runes.

The new rune was drawn one by one, and the disciple seal still did not move at all.

The cold voice was so dry that it almost became angry: Since you don't reply to me, then I will ...... As soon as he thought of this, the disciple seal lit up slightly, and the cold sound of "snapping" was lightning fast, and his face was like sinking water to poke away the spiritual power.

Chongjue passed two words with iron paintings and silver hooks to him. "Not necessarily."

Su Hansheng listened to this blunt tone, frowned, and thought: If you don't go, you won't go, who is rare to go to the broken Buddha hall, what do you want, only the monk is chanting the scriptures there, it's not very interesting.

After class, he went to find Yuan Qian Wubaili, and Qi Fuzhao went to play with him. Throw Chongjue out of the clouds, ignore it.

Su Hansheng set up a bold speech, iron bones, and great dignity. After class, Yuan Qian happily came over and called him: Shaojun, are you going to play every year?

Su Hansheng said arrogantly: No, I still have something. After speaking, he trotted to the Buddha Hall in the back mountain.