The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

It was already two days later when Jing Zhan rushed back, Su Wangli was protected by Gou Lan's immortal power, but the cold and poisonous power was too powerful, and the bed and house were sealed into an ice cave in just a few days, Jing Zhan rushed At that time, Su Wangli's already terribly air-conditioned room turned into an ice cellar. If he didn't stop it in time, the ice would turn the thawed Penglai Mountain into a severe winter again.

His heart was about Su Wangli, and as soon as he came back, holding the bird feather in his hand, he ran to his room anxiously, no matter what was bitingly cold, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Gou Lan standing by the couch waiting.

Although it was said to be waiting, when Jing Zhan entered the door, what he saw was the softness in the sharp brows and eyes of Xuanwu Shenjun that he had never seen before.

Jing Zhan didn't think too much, and handed over the sparrow feather.

Gou Lan took Que Ling, without saying much, and passed on the force to transport Que Ling to Su Wangli's eyebrows.

I saw that the phoenix sparrow feathers, which were born with a fiery nature, exuded gorgeous glazed golden light in just a moment, and the brilliance turned into innumerable strands, submerging into Su Wangli's bluish brows.

The cold and yin radiating from the whole body was swallowed by the flames bit by bit, a flame imprint flashed between the eyebrows, the pale face became rosy and fair, the black-blue and gray lips also returned to their original color, and the ice balls were burned and melted inch by inch , converging into a clear stream, flowing out from the room, converging in the acacia pool, moistening the red and white lotus in the pool more brightly.

The brilliance of the sparrow's feathers was pulled away and gradually dimmed. When the last ray of brilliance disappeared between Su Wangli's eyebrows, the fiery red sparrow's feathers turned into a stone-gray feather, which floated down on the ground in a bland manner, and was captured by Su Wangli. The river that melted into a stream rushed out of the house, like a solitary boat, with no one to rely on, and could only accept the duckweed of fate.

Although he had returned to his original state, Su Wangli did not wake up, and slept peacefully, leaving a peaceful and unfeeling appearance.

"Shenjun, why isn't Master waking up?" Jing Zhan couldn't change his impatient temper. Seeing that everything was in order, but the person he was thinking of couldn't do it, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

Gou Lan was originally an arrogant person, and he had no patience with Su Wangli, an apprentice. He glanced at him angrily, looked at his eager face, and couldn't help but sneered, saying, "Ice-cold poison needs to be said at least." It takes two days to get rid of it, and now what is removed is only the surface, I don’t even know, what’s the rush?"

He didn't talk much, and Jing Zhan was not stupid, so he naturally understood the deep meaning of his words. What he saw was that Su Wangli's superficial toxins were removed, but those that penetrated deep into his heart were not only completely removed in a short moment. Cleanly, Xuanwu Shenjun's tone was frivolous, and the contemptuous look of mocking Jing Zhan's ignorance was on his face.

How could Jing Zhan fail to notice his appearance and tone, but he didn't care so much after receiving this much.

"So that's how it is. Thank you, God." Jing Zhan is no longer the man he was two years ago. Now he remembers his master's teachings, treats people with courtesy, and doesn't complain.

If there was no Goulan, even if his master had nine lives, it would not be enough for him to toss about, so he bent down and bowed to thank Xuanwu Shenjun.

Seeing that Gou Lan was still straight and thin, with his hands behind his back, he put on a big air, and said sarcastically: "Farewell, I have nothing to do with saving Yaohua, and you have nothing to ask me for."

The articulation is clear, every word pokes the heart.

Jing Zhan lost most of his energy after a few days of running around. In addition, he had just recovered from his injuries. His head was dizzy and he was exhausted. At this moment, the burning pain in his internal organs and lungs was about to burn him from the inside out. .

There are too many people who look down on him, so there is no harm in adding another one, as long as, as long as Su Wangli thinks highly of him, it is an enemy of everyone, so why not.

"Xianjun Yaohua is my master, and I am his only apprentice. Xuanwu Shenjun saved the master. As an apprentice, I naturally have to thank the master."

He spoke politely, carefully considered every word, every sentence revealed that he was Su Wangli's closest relative, Gou Lan was angry when he said it, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he had nothing to refute.

Raising his hand, he was about to smack the obtrusive face in front of him, to smack his rude mouth, but when he raised his hand, he saw the white face on the couch again, and clenched his hand into a fist, but he didn't swing it down, and shook it angrily. With one palm, he split the square wooden table next to the couch in half, and then he suppressed his anger and turned around to leave.

Before leaving the room, he said coldly, "Take care of him."

After that, it disappeared into the invisible.

Jing Zhan stared intently at the place where Goulan disappeared, and his voice was even colder, and his words were flat and uninspired, and he said, "You don't need to say, I will take care of my people."

When everything subsided, Jing Zhan sat beside Su Wangli's bed, looking down at his sleeping cheek.

The sky had already darkened, and the dim yellow candles in the house flickered and flickered, rendering the room that was still an ice cellar a moment ago warm and charming.

Only a few days after leaving Su Wangli, Jing Zhan looked at the person on the couch, but felt that he hadn't seen him in three autumns. The bright candlelight mixed with the bright white moonlight pouring in from the window made Su Wangli's peaceful and warm face The face was divided into two halves, one half was as hot as fire, and the other half was as cold as the moon, but it was still so beautiful that Jing Zhan couldn't move away after seeing it once.

Unexpectedly, he reached out his hand to caress that cheek, and what he felt was the delicate touch. Only then did he realize that he had never touched him well. Whether it was chasing the little ghost or expressing his heart that night, he was too nervous. , I was so nervous that my hands were numb, and when I touched this face, it was so stiff that I couldn't feel anything.

"Master..." shouted, but felt that this address was too unfamiliar for the current relationship between the two, so he changed his mouth and said: "Wangli... little fox, you are me Little fox, don't let me shout like that, when you wake up, I'll see what else you have to say."

Surrounded by silence, the middle of the night should be a time of peace and tranquility, and it should be a time for couples to whisper to each other, but why come to him, there is only a long night left.

"Su Wangli, if you wake up tomorrow, the past will be gone with the wind, I don't need to ask about Bai Cang, Bai Jixiao, I don't want anything, please... Su Wangli..."

Obviously he has seen hope, but Jing Zhan is crying even more now than when there was no hope.

If you stay in the dark for a long time, you lose hope for everything, but if you see a little light, then no one wants to stay in the dark any longer.

"Su Wangli, look at me, open your eyes, look at me..."

The low and fragile voice echoed in the long dark night, the small one was like a cat swallowing softly, and the weak one was like fragile porcelain.

I don't know how long Liu Chehan stood outside the door and listened for how long, that frivolous smiling face disappeared at some point, replaced by wrinkled eyebrows.

Tired of crying, she lay down next to Su Wangli and fell asleep.

The soft sobs in the room disappeared along with the exhausted candles, and Liu Chehan, who was waiting outside, entered the door lightly.

Seeing the two people sleeping soundly on the couch, they couldn't tell what it was like, they just sighed lightly, covered Jing Zhan with the thin quilt in their hands, then turned and went out to leave.

The night of the Nine Heavens is always much darker than that of the Human Realm, but the sea of ​​stars above the sky will be illuminated according to the boundless sky.

A man in a gorgeous brocade suit stands beside the sea of ​​stars, his untied black hair is blown by the breeze, revealing a flirtatious and handsome young man's face, committing himself to pick off the golden tulips on the shore of the sea of ​​stars Put it to the tip of the nose, sniffing almost obsessively, wanting to smell all the light and sweet aroma before giving up.

Tired of smelling it, he lazily tore off the petals.

Petal after petal, those beautiful thin lips are smiling madly, and a handsome face is as creepy as a ghost at the moment. When all the petals are torn off, the flower with only branches and leaves will quickly wither and turn into powder and dissipate. Only then did he follow his heart, and sprinkled all the petals in his hand into the sea of ​​stars, opened and closed his parted lips, and his voice was indifferent, echoing at the end of the sky where there was no one.

"Hurry up, it won't be long before they can be buried with you..."

But day after day, even Jing Zhan didn't have the patience to wait any longer, but Su Wangli didn't wake up for a long time, Gou Lan came every day, but Liu Chehan didn't see a shadow for three or two days, Jing Zhan couldn't tell the difference. He didn't care about what he did, but now he put all his attention on Su Wangli, for fear that if something went wrong, this person would sleep forever.

Originally, he swore in his heart that he would never ask the Xuanwu God Lord anything again, but because of Su Wangli, Jing Zhan still couldn't hold back. Seeing that Gou Lan came early in the morning, he stopped him immediately when he was about to enter the door, regardless of whether he was irritable or not. Nai, with a cheeky smile, said: "Master Xuanwu, you see, my master has been in a coma for nearly half a month, and the cold poison in his body should be eliminated, why is he still awake?"

Gou Lan originally had a plan in mind, but seeing Su Wangli's delay in waking up, he was really flustered, and his face was not as calm as it was a few days ago. Now Jing Zhan came to bother him again, and he really touched his back scale. Extremely annoyed, he must be even more angry now, and his words are much heavier than before, almost pointing directly at Jing Zhan's nose and scolding: "Ask, ask, I know how to ask all day long, how did Yaohua teach you! , it seems that Su Wangli indulged you too much! Go practice!"

He scolded him head and face, but he didn't even answer a word of his question.

Although Jing Zhan has long been used to enduring such shouting and shouting, but there are only three things, and there must be a limit to everything. He wanted to endure it, but unexpectedly he also scolded his master. At this time, he wanted to give this person Set a limit.

Turning around to block Gou Lan's way, the corners of his lips curled into a smile, and the slender eyebrows and eyes were full of rebelliousness.

"I'm talking about Shenjun, since he has become an immortal, how can he know less about etiquette than me, a junior?"

Gou Lan didn't expect that this kid would have the courage to confront him, he is a very irritable martial god, no one has ever dared to speak to him like this, and he would shoot him down with all his might.

I just wanted to scare the ignorant kid in front of me, but I didn't use much strength, but I was caught by him the moment I swung my palm down.

Although Gou Lan was furious, Jing Zhan was also angry. Since he even said the words and turned his face away, why bother to put on a show and show him some fake smiles?

"You're too presumptuous." Gou Lan narrowed his eyes, stared straight at the man in front of him, and clenched his hands into fists. Jing Zhan could clearly feel the bulging veins on his arm, but he could grasp the fingers of that wrist. But hold tighter.

The glazed slender eagle eyes stared back at Goulan not to be outdone, and the smile curled up at the corner of his mouth never disappeared, imitating Mi Guang's smiling look of needing a beating.

Jing Zhan made such an appearance, which is indeed worthy of a beating, at least Xuanwu Shenjun thinks so.

The blue lines between his eyebrows turned into pitch black in an instant, and he swung his body vigorously to pull out the wrist that was fixed, the blue lines between his eyebrows dissipated, turned into blue light spots and transformed into a crescent scimitar, and went straight to Jing Zhan to gouge it out.

Not to be outdone, Jing Zhan turned around to dodge, stretched out his hand to summon Nianjun, swung the flower and vine locks and entangled with the constantly attacking machete.

"Presumptuous!" Gou Lanqi's entire face was ashen, and strands of hair exploded due to anger. Even though he was dressed in green armor, his face turned green even more.

Jing Zhan couldn't help laughing when he saw that amazing green face.

Seeing him laughing, Gou Lan rushed forward even more angrily, completely ignoring any airs of immortality, and just wanted to teach this person a lesson.

Seeing him rushing towards him, Jing Zhan didn't hide, his eyes were staring straight, and he held Nianjun who was crackling, and was about to compete with him.

Unexpectedly, before the artifacts of the two sides clashed, they heard a weak curse coming from the room.

"Jing Zhan, Gou Lan, are you going to tear down my Hehuan Pavilion?!"