The spring rain ticked, along the eaves of the green tiles, fell on the drainage canal on the side, and the mountains in the distance were shrouded in the hazy twilight of smoke and rain, as if they were more beautiful than usual.

The cold wind, which still carries the residual frost of the winter moon, blows from the swaying treetops step by step, afraid of hitting the bamboo curtain in front of the window.

In front of the door, an autumn and winter leaf was piled up, and in this noisy wind, it was turned out of the dirt and stubbornly whirled.

Of course, the wind gets colder and colder, but the wine gets warmer the more you drink.

Li Xuanzhen was dressed in a simple moon-white robe, and under the swaying lights, the mountains were undulating and looming.

Under the robe, the delicate curves, as well as some indescribable bulges, undoubtedly carry a certain taste of temptation and suggestion.

Jing Mu sat on the other side of the table with his eyes and nose, holding a wine glass in his hand, his expression was restrained, and there was no more publicity and appearance at the beginning, which would not give people a sense of humility and humility, nor would it make people feel that the villain was ambitious.

When his mind constantly began to synchronize with the other will.

He is alive, but he is just a shadow of another existence.

It's not a doppelganger, but it's not an absolute self.

"Are you just looking for me to drink?" asked Li Xuanzhen to Jing Mu.

There was some taste of depression in her voice, and the delicate body that any male would salivate when he saw it, faced Jing Mu at this moment, as if he had opened all his defenses.

"It's just drinking, and I've always been grateful to you. Jing Mu said.

It has been two years since the riot that caused a sensation in the entire Taixuanmen.

In the past two years, the slut is still alive and well.

Li Xuanzhen was still swept into the more remote part of Taixuanmen, and lost his former power.

When a practitioner has neither power nor absolute force, the benefits in his hands that everyone knows are pieces of fat.

In the past two years, Li Xuanzhen has encountered too many betrayals, tramples, coveting, and those wild dogs who thought that they could take advantage of the phoenix's fall and taste the taste of the phoenix.

Just three days ago, Li Xuanzhen also beat a deacon who was so bold as to deduct her and delusionally wanted to have a one-night stand with her, and threw it off the top of the mountain, fell under the cliff, and fell into a pulp.

Jing Mu is also one of the few people who did not betray her.

Of course, it may also be because Jing Mu's labels about her or Ren Zai are too strong, and no one wants to provoke a fishy smell for a person who is just a little talented.

Even those who have been in this 'conspiracy' and pushed for something.

After all, Li Tianxing still has merit to Taixuanmen, and he is in retreat and suspicious of death, so he targets his only daughter like this, and it is really not good to say it.

What's more, Li Tianxing's death has not been confirmed.

"Hahaha drinking! It's just drinking, it turns out that now, I don't even have the qualifications to be looked down upon by people like you, or do you even dislike my reputation and stink" Li Xuanzhen suddenly sat up straight, and then stared at Jing Mu and said.

The wine Jing Mu held in his mouth seemed to be no longer sweet, but became sour.

"When others say you're rotten, you're really rotten to others, and when others say that you have a personal affair with me, you're really proving that you're proving something or ruining yourself."

"Or rather, it's trying to force someone to come out," Jing Mu swallowed the wine anyway.

Some words are two years late, but now they are just right.

Li Xuanzhen two years ago, even if she was suddenly changed, she had not yet felt the warmth and coldness of real human feelings, and she did not understand the gap from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, so she said something to her, she neither listened to it nor took it seriously.

Now, of course, it's different.

There is an old saying that 'the poor plan grows the conscience'.

Whether a rich person has a conscience or not, this is not actually an absolute definition.

It's a choice.

They can choose to be good or they can choose to be evil.

But poor people often have a hard time having a choice, and life will force them to do something that is not quite appropriate, and it will also make them have to put away those kindnesses, which will only make it more difficult for them.

And those who have tasted 'rich' but become destitute will have a hundred times more urgency and inner struggle to get out of the status quo than those who are already in poverty.

Therefore, they are full of calculations.

The warmth and coldness of this world, all that remains is the numb exchange of interests and conspiracy.

Li Xuanzhen lowered his eyes slightly, and then a sneer appeared on his face.

A layer of thick fog shrouded her body, hiding all the sultry style.

"You dare to teach me a lesson."

"You're just a dog I kindly fed back then. Li Xuanzhen's words were fierce and harsh.

In Jing Mu's heart, a strong sense of resentment swelled.

It's not the first time he's been scolded for being a dog.

In this depressing and dull Taixuanmen, no matter how good he proves himself, it seems that he is just doing useless work.

In the past two years, he has broken through to the late stage of Jindan, and in these two years, he has made dozens of meritorious contributions to Taixuanmen, but he is still a dog in the eyes of others.

Those guys who were born with golden keys, even if they are incompetent and wasteful, can easily call him around, and maybe give him some superficial respect in person. But behind the scenes, he tried his best to ridicule and sarcasm.

At this time, Jing Mu was already able to understand a little bit of Ren Zai.

Whether it's those who stand high up or those who have been sinking in the mud.

They all decided something.

Just like the son of a dragon, he will surely soar for nine days, and like the son of a mouse, he is destined to dig a pit in the dirty ground.

Those guys from wealthy families in Taixuanmen, no matter how bad they are in their bones, people only dare to hide in secret, quietly resentful, but more envy and jealousy.

A little bit of success will usher in a lot of praise.

And the really outstanding people, who struggle from nothing, those wealthy families regard them like dogs. Those who are far inferior to them are regarded as villains who cling to the powerful and have no discipline.

If you have a little more ability, you dare to bite the 'master' back, and you will get some high positions.

Even the so-called 'master' used to behave extremely misbehaps, and he used to cause many evils. Those who sympathize with him are far better than those who truly praise and praise those who rebel.

"Dao True Immortal has another kind" Jing Mu clenched his fists and asked indifferently. He didn't know why he would say such a sentence at this time.

It was as if this sentence had always been imprinted in his mind.

Bang!

Spring thunder exploded outside the mountain.

The originally dense drizzle began to fall more rapidly and abundantly from the sky.

There were golden runes flying in the clouds.

It is a talisman written by Taixuanzi himself, and the spring thunder not only contains the power to deter insects and awaken all things, but also has vitality and creation, and the rotation of yin and yang is bred in it. Therefore, the golden talisman absorbs the power of spring thunder, which is a kind of nourishment.

The real Fu is three points artificial, seven points natural, and after many years of cultivation, it is the person who wrote it back then, and may not be able to know all its effects and abilities.

The essence of the big school lies in the accumulation of time.

Time can make many ordinary and ordinary things gradually experience the unparalleled light and miracle in the world.