The cold voice was full of tiger and wolf words, and it took most of the day to ease up.

Chongjue has gone to do his important business.

Su Hansheng was lying on the table and was supposed to do his homework, but as soon as he wrote two words, he remembered Fang Cai Chongjue's dress, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the pen dipped in ink slashed hard, marking an obvious dirt on the paper.

"Huh." Su Hansheng threw the paper ball on the table, and thought coldly, "If you are dressed up in a fancy way, it is best to really go to the important business." "

The homework was almost written yesterday, and I came here early this morning purely to stay in the Buddhist hall, and I frowned and didn't want to write, so I caught a glimpse of the Buddhist scriptures on the table and took it and turned a few pages.

Su Hansheng glanced at a few articles and felt that his head was big, and he lay down on the ground, holding the Buddhist scriptures with both hands and looking at them, and he didn't know what to think, and the god muttered in a ghostly manner: "How can he be my uncle?"

Regardless of the seniority, it's still a Buddhist cultivator.

Chongjue in the previous life and the world-honored in this life, good thoughts and evil thoughts are completely different, and the cold sound can distinguish the two differences, and the evil thoughts are often carried with him. If you want to rise and fall, you can be kind to ......

Fang Cai just gave birth to a little conjecture and felt that he was really a perverted beast, and he couldn't wait to pat his head, where did he dare to think about anything else?

As soon as his hand loosened, the Buddhist scriptures "snapped" and fell on his face.

He lowered his hand wiltedly, letting the Buddhist scriptures cover his face, his vision was deprived, and a bunch of pictures of getting along with Chongjue flashed uncontrollably in his mind. Thinking of his harshness, his indulgence...... His body is protective, gentle and helpless.

It is a warmth that I have never encountered in my life.

Suddenly, Su Han sat up with a loud voice, and the Buddhist scriptures on his face were thrown out directly. No, no, no, no!

Su Hansheng raised his hand to hold his head, his eyes widened in horror, and he said in horror: "Since they are just different thoughts, their memories should be the same! Isn't that ......?"

Uncle also has memories of his previous life and himself in Infernal Prison?!

Thinking of this terrible possibility, Su Hansheng almost screamed and smashed his head on the ground. Ahhh If this is really the case, then I should die first as respect.

Just when Su Hansheng fell into madness, the disciple on his waist issued a faint sound, and someone summoned him.

Su Hansheng deliberately ran to find Yuan Qian's pigtails early in the morning, and his hair was full of messy work, as if he had just woken up, and he picked up the disciple seal weakly and wiped it gently.

Ying Zhijin's spiritual power came from it.

"Xiao Xiao, where is your senior brother

Where?"

Su Han shook his head in a sneering voice: "I don't know, I haven't seen him for a few days, it seems that he has responded to Xuzong with Changkong?" Tut. Ying Zhijin said disgustedly, "As soon as there is an urgent matter, there is no trace of him."

Shu Hansheng scratched his messy hair, raised his hand to beckon the companion tree to comb it for himself, and said in confusion: "Senior sister doesn't have senior brother's communication magic weapon?"

Ying Zhijin said: "Oh, there was before, but he always loves to send some in the middle of the night, I am annoyed, it is broken directly, and I will not be able to find it back for a while." "

Chilling voice: "..

Su Hansheng didn't want to care about the affairs of the two of them, so he had to say: "Then Senior Sister has something urgent, can I help?"

Ying Zhijin thought for a while and said, "I urgently need a person above the Transformation God Realm to disguise himself as a villain and go to rob Gong Fuzao during the autumn market in my Fang City at night, and force Gong Hanlian to take the initiative to save my sister."

Su Hansheng: "?" What the hell is this idea?

Su Han choked for a long time, and said tentatively: "Senior sister, is this feasible?"

"Why not? I have told the valley lord of Lingbo Valley, he was originally full of interest and wanted to volunteer, but seeing that he is five big and three thick, how can he be worthy of the god realm, in case Gong Hanlian really makes a move to beat him up, it will be bad. "

Therefore, it is best to be a person in the Great Perfection of the Transformation Realm, or above. Durable.

Su Hansheng didn't know how to evaluate it, so he had to say, "I just built the foundation."

Ying Zhijin didn't expect anything from him, and sighed quietly: "I wanted to go to my heart, but he was still angry and refused to see me...... Tsk, why are you men so troublesome?"

"......," said Su Han, "yes, I'm sorry."

Ying Zhijin said "good", and simply cut off his spiritual power.

Su Hansheng tilted his head and thought for a long time, and then secretly contacted Ying Jianhua. "Good morning, senior brother."

Ying Jianhua's voice soon came from the ritual artifact: "It's noon soon, and it's good morning? Have you just woken up, don't think that you can slack off after the holidays. "

Su Hansheng only said five words, and was scolded by splitting his head and covering his face, and he drooped his head and listened obediently.

Seeing that the number of paintings had dropped a lot, he took a breath before saying, "Is there something wrong? Got into trouble?" Not at all. Su Hansheng hurriedly said, "Senior brother, where are you?"

?"" Ying Xuzong. "

Su said coldly: "The second senior sister asked me if I had seen you just now, she seems to be looking for you in a hurry......

There seemed to be a sound of porcelain breaking from the painting, and the voice of the sky was faintly heard: "Master?"

Ying Jianhua said coldly: "I'll go back to the Wendao Palace later."

Su Hansheng: "?"

Su Hansheng looked at the severed spiritual power, pursed his lips and threw the disciple seal, a little unoptimistic about Ying Zhijin's "plan".

Gong Hanlian has been taught since she was a child that her words and deeds have never been controlled by herself, so she suddenly forced her to take the initiative - or use Gong Fuzao as a target, can it really work?

Too worried.

Worrying about this and that, Lai Ji lifted the clouds and looked at the scorching sun outside, and thought sullenly: "I'm still worried about myself."

What if Chongjue knew about those things in his previous life......

With a cold "ah", he rolled directly on the ground like crazy, and he wanted to die headlong. "I'm dead!"

Just as he was dizzy, a familiar voice came from his ear: "What's the trouble?" The sound of the cold stopped the tumbling posture, and kept the position of lying on the ground and looked up.

Chongjue had already returned, and he was standing next to him with his eyes lowered and looked at him lightly, and from the angle of the cold sound, he could see the man's cascading robes and lotus flowers

lines, as well as the jade tassels that fall from the waist.

Chill: ......

Shu Hansheng was immediately startled, sat up on the ground, quickly kept upright and knelt down, and said: "No, no trouble, I'm tired of doing my homework, I want to relax.

Chongjue looked at his messy black hair and crumpled clothes, seemed to smile helplessly, sat down in his robe, and said lightly: "How many tired people have been written like this?"

Su Hansheng looked at the homework that he didn't write, and he was about to lie. Chongjue's five fingers with distinct bones pressed on the book on the small case, and he bent his two fingers and tapped it gently.

Su Hansheng suddenly didn't dare to lie, and said: I haven't started writing yet, I was wrong.

Chongjue saw that he admitted his mistakes so neatly, and he was much better than the previous rambling and playing scoundrels, so he didn't reprimand him and let him continue to do his homework.

Su Hansheng hurriedly opened the book, wanting to concentrate on finishing his homework and going out to play.

But when Chongjue was not there, he

I can't concentrate on doing my homework, not to mention that the tall man is sitting opposite him at this time, dressed in a "flowery" green clothes, with the familiar fragrance of Bodhi flowers, full of presence, and there is no way to put my mind on the book.

Su Hansheng bit the pen and hurriedly scribbled a few words, disturbing his thoughts. Does he have any memories of his past life? There should be none.

Su Hansheng comforted himself: "If there is, he will either have ill intentions towards me like evil thoughts, or he will directly knock me out with a magic pestle, how can he still take care of me as an ordinary junior.

Definitely don't know!

Su Hansheng made up his mind and nodded heavily. Chongjue, who was reading the Buddhist scriptures on the side, said: Why, is there anything you don't understand?

Shu Hansheng was startled for a moment, and hurriedly pointed to a rune on the book: This, this, I don't understand it very well.

Chongjue lowered his eyes and said, "Reach out."

Su Han's voice was unknown, so he thought that Chongjue was going to hit him, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind his waist. Chongjue glanced at him.

Su Hansheng shuddered, so he had to timidly spread out his palm and handed it forward.

He was ready to be beaten, and was squinting one eye to sneak a look, but he felt a tingling sensation coming from the warm palm.

Chongjue raised two fingers, lowered his gentle eyebrows, and gently drew the rune on the book on the palm of Su Hansheng's palm with one stroke. The cold sound froze in place.

Chongjue's fingers were like cold jade that could never be hot, gently rubbing slightly in the hot palm, bringing out a itch that made people want to scratch their hearts and lungs.

The cold sound and heartbeat were completely chaotic, and the tingling and itching from the palm of his hand made him shiver violently.

Chongjue finally drew the rune and said lightly: Remember? He withdrew his hand with a cold sound, and the roots of his ears that had not been hot for a long time were burned red, and he almost wanted to drip blood.

Chongjue looked at him puzzled: Xiao Xiao?

The sound of the cold was like waking up from a dream, and his five fingers were together, as if he wanted to hide the "palm" that made him flustered, so that he could return to normal.

He hung his head and whispered, "Well, remember. Thanks a lot...... Uncle. ”

Chongjue felt that he was a little strange today, but he didn't think much about it, and continued to look at the Buddhist scriptures.

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After finishing his homework with difficulty, it was already afternoon. He had enough courage and cautiously looked up to see Chongjue, but after his eyes fell, he was slightly stunned.

Chongjue seemed to be tired of waiting, and was sitting cross-legged on the futon like a Buddha statue to participate in meditation. Su Han said in a cold voice: Uncle? Chongjue did not answer.

Su Hansheng wondered, is this a decision? Thinking of this, he pursed his lips again, thinking that it was so boring to get along with himself, and he even went to the Buddha.

Su Hansheng crawled over on his knees, trying to wake people up, but when he swept his eyes, he saw a faint lock of inconspicuous white between the black hair hanging down Chongjue's shoulders.

Hair?

Su Hansheng squatted beside Chongjue, lightly held the lock of hair in his palm and flicked it, his brows furrowed tightly. Sure enough, it wasn't dazzling, Chongjue did have gray hair. But he has lived for thousands of years, and his cultivation is monstrous, why did he give birth to snow hair?

Su Hansheng was holding the lock of hair and frowning and thinking, when a familiar voice came from the top of his head. How?

Shu Hansheng was startled, his squatting posture was directly unstable, and he suddenly knelt down towards the front knee touching the ground, and couldn't control his head into Chongjue's arms.

Chill: ......

There was a deathly silence in the Buddhist hall. After being silent for a long time, Chongjue said, "Scared you?"

Because he opened his mouth to speak, there was a faint vibration in his chest, and the stiff chill suddenly retreated, sat on the ground, and shook his head desperately: No, no, no, I wasn't scared, who was scared, hahaha.

Chongjue didn't care, glanced at the books on the table, and said, "Done your homework?"

The chick nodded like a peck pecking rice: Uh-huh.

Chongjue got up and looked at the time outside: The sun will set later, let's go. As if he had done something wrong, he straightened his long hair and got up to keep up. After walking a few steps, he suddenly came to his senses.

It was just an accident, and I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I be so weak-hearted?

Su Hansheng coughed heavily, pretended to be calm, walked out of the Buddhist hall with his hands behind his waist, looked at the green shadow in front of him, and gradually gave birth to a thought in his heart.

Some time ago, Chongjue was so angry that he hit him with a rattan when he even said "Jiaotou", and now he has hit him in his arms, this dog man is so calm?

Not to mention the reprimand, not even half a sentence.

Could it be that with the evil thoughts returning to the body, he also has a past life

Memory, now this style is deliberately playing with yourself?

No way.

Su Hansheng thought to himself, when he went to the market tonight, he must find an opportunity to test the temptation.