The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

Even Gou Lan was stunned for a moment when he saw him. With his spiritual power, if something approached, he would be able to detect it not far away. The reason why he dared to change back from Langzhong to his original appearance was because of Jing Zhan's breath Too far away from him to even feel.

But now, he was able to appear in front of Gou Lan without a sound, which shows how strong the demon power in his body is.

"Jing Zhan..." Among the three, Su Wangli spoke first.

"Shut up! What? Please help? Are you so eager to leave me?" Jing Zhan didn't know why he was so angry, his eyes were scarlet, and he stared at Su Wangli who was on the couch behind Goulan.

Su Wangli never wanted to explain anything to others, but when he came to Jing Zhan, he didn't want him to misunderstand, and said, "It's different from what you think..."

"Shut up!" Jing Zhan yelled: "Everything is in front of us now, you can't treat me like a fool!"

Seeing his growing anger, Su Wangli seemed to understand where Jing Zhan had been during these hours, and his uneasiness grew stronger.

"Jing Zhan, don't get angry!" Su Wangli said to him in a deep voice.

But Jing Zhan couldn't listen to what he said at the moment. Nianjun waved his whip in his hand and went straight to Goulan. Goulan was naturally not to be outdone. The tricks are fierce and deadly.

But the growth of Jing Zhan's skill has exceeded Gou Lan's expectation, Hua Mansuo is now very evil, and it is impossible to resist.

The room was ruined by the fight between the two, so that no part was left intact, and the place where the two passed was a mess.

Seeing that Jing Zhan's evil spirit was getting worse, Su Wangli had no choice but to knock him unconscious with his fingertips while he was off guard.

Jing Zhan didn't expect that Su Wangli's body had recovered, and he fell to the ground by surprise attack and fell into a deep sleep.

"Goulan, go! Get out of here!" Su Wangli yelled at him.

Gou Lan, who was planning to stab Jing Zhan with a knife, immediately put away his knife when he heard it, glared at Jing Zhan resentfully, looked at Su Wangli helplessly, and had no choice but to turn around and leave.

The originally noisy room was quiet at this moment, Su Wangli lowered his eyes, looked at Jing Zhan lying unconscious on the ground, closed his eyes, and let out a deep and long breath.

The sky was getting dark, and the paper figurines wanted to come in and light candles, but Jing Zhan's barrier outside the house had not been removed, so they couldn't get in even if they wanted to.

Su Wangli just sat on the couch in a daze, staring blankly at Jing Zhan who was still sleeping on the ground, his face was haggard, and there was no trace of his original clear and handsome appearance.

The entire top of Penglai Mountain was brightly lit, but this room was suddenly dark.

It was nearly dawn when Jing Zhan woke up slowly, the back of his neck was still sore and sore, just as he wanted to move, he found an arm across his waist to hold him.

After the pupils adjusted to the darkness, he could see the person lying in front of him clearly.

He obviously fell to the ground when he fainted, but now he wakes up on the couch, and beside him is Su Wangli, who is breathing evenly and sleeping soundly, as if in a dream.

Believing that he was dreaming, he wanted to struggle to get up, but as soon as he moved, he realized that the arms around his waist were hugged even tighter. Su Wangli almost hugged Jing Zhan in his arms, and the hands on his waist moved upwards. The shoulder blades on the back were patted lightly one after another, and the voice was indescribably hoarse, even with a nasal sound, but Jing Zhan could instantly calm the nameless anger in his heart.

"Be good, sleep well, Master will accompany you..."

Mingming had already said that he would sever the master-student relationship with him, and even did those unforgivable things... But Su Wangli still regarded himself as his apprentice?

Jing Zhan shook his head, hooked the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and said in his heart: "Ridiculous..."

But in this posture, she curled up in Su Wangli's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

When he got up in the morning, Jing Zhan picked it up, and there was no one around him, and he was the only one left on the couch. Jing Zhan, who had just woken up and was somewhat sleepy, woke up in an instant and got out of bed in a hurry.

But as soon as he got up, the door was pushed open, and Su Wangli came in, dressed in plain and elegant white clothes, with a wooden tray in both hands.

A white porcelain bowl was placed on the wooden plate, with a few red lotuses printed on it, a little white mist floated around the bowl, and a fresh fragrance lingered from the room.

Seeing him wake up, Su Wangli put the wooden tray on the table, showing no expression, and said indifferently: "Come and have some porridge when you wake up."

Seeing that he looked fine, Jing Zhan felt annoyed for some reason, but he still walked over and sat opposite Su Wangli, looked down at the porridge in the bowl, suddenly couldn't tell what it was like.

Now it is midsummer, when autumn and summer intersect, the cicadas in the woods on the hillside are screaming tirelessly day and night, making noise and irritability.

"What did you do?" Jing Zhan asked.

But Su Wangli didn't answer, but said, "It's getting colder, drink it quickly."

"I asked, did you do it?" Jing Zhan didn't obediently drink porridge as usual, but repeated it with an emphasis.

For a while, the room became quiet again, only the cicada outside kept shouting and buzzing.

Seeing Jing Zhan's appearance of never giving up without asking, Su Wangli exhaled almost imperceptibly, and nodded in compromise.

"I didn't expect that the noble Yaohua Xianjun could cook porridge?" Jing Zhan's words seemed to be flattering, and he felt relieved. He stretched out his hand and took a porcelain spoon to lazily pick up the porridge a few times, and tasted it.

"It's similar to decocting medicine." Su Wangli didn't want to answer, but for some reason, he continued in a daze.

Jing Zhan didn't expect Su Wangli to pick up his chatterbox, the porcelain spoon paused in mid-air, and after only a moment, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and started to drink the porridge spoonful after spoonful.

Needless to say, this porridge and decocting medicine have the same effect. Slowly boiled over a high fire, every grain of rice is stewed soft and glutinous, and it melts in the mouth. It really makes people want to stop.

After eating a bowl of porridge, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Jing Zhan's body, but his stomach became much warmer, and most of the irritability in his heart disappeared. The adult said a lot: "I don't care about what happened yesterday, but from now on, Stay here honestly, and no one is allowed to see it except me." Said Jing Zhan, with a gloomy face, slowly leaned towards Su Wangli, and said word by word: "No one is allowed except me. think."

Fuck him is too much to think about, Su Wangli, I want you to remember, I want you to only have me in your heart from now on.

In order not to make Jing Zhan angry, Su Wangli could only follow him.

The two lived a "comfortable" life from this Penglai. Jing Zhan followed Su Wangli closely every day. He had to know where he was going and what he was doing before he was willing to be happy. At night, he hugged Su Wangli. Su Wangli fell asleep, in short, he would never let anyone disappear from his sight.

Su Wangli also followed suit honestly, on the one hand in order to stabilize Jing Zhan and prevent Bai Jixiao from increasing his power of evil thoughts due to his anger, on the other hand, in order to find the keel whip.

But he checked all the history books in the palace that recorded the dragon bone whip, and there were only less than two lines of records: it was made of dragon bones, it had a very evil spirit, it dissipated with the dragon, and it disappeared without a trace.

With Bai Cang dissipating together, in the battle of the Nine Heavens, the keel whip is a black dragon artifact, so it will definitely not just disappear, where is it...

This is something that Su Wangli has never figured out. There are so many wildernesses and nine states, how vast is the space between heaven and earth.

Jing Zhan stayed close to each other every day, and Su Wangli had no way to escape.

"Su Wangli, what are you doing?" Jing Zhan saw someone entering the Zangshu Pavilion, so he followed.

Su Wangli could come here just by going to cook the porridge for a while.

"It's just boring." Su Wangli put the scroll back in his hand, took another scroll casually, and flipped through it casually.

Jing Zhan glanced at the scroll he put down, and asked suspiciously, "Bored?"

No one answered him, Su Wangli seemed to be carefully flipping through the scroll in his hand.

Jing Zhan reached out and took down the scroll that Su Wangli had put back, opened it for a look, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at Su Wangli, and found that the man was still flipping through the scroll in his hand in a calm manner. He put the scroll back in his hand.

"Don't read, there is something to see, it's time to eat." After saying that, he snatched the scroll from Su Wangli's hand and threw it away, grabbed his wrist and brought him back to his room.

Obviously there is a special place to eat, but Jing Zhan likes to pull Su Wangli into his room for dinner.

As soon as he entered the room, there was a smell of food. Su Wangli, who was not much hungry at first, smelled this fragrance, and his stomach couldn't stop growling.

He wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but Jing Zhan heard him clearly. He pulled him to the table and sat down, while he sat on the opposite side, picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of tofu on the plate in front of Su Wangli. In the bowl of thick and fragrant meat porridge.

"Try it, I made it." Jing Zhan put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and said softly.

It was obviously still the same complacent tone as before, but when he said this now, his face was expressionless, and there was even an indelible haze between his brows and eyes.

Su Wangli looked at him, and Jing Zhan was sitting opposite him. There was only a round table between the two of them, but Jing Zhan on the opposite side seemed to be separated by a huge gap to him, so close, so close, yet so close. So far, as far as the ends of the earth.

He vaguely remembered that Mu Jiangtian had told Jinmu.

——"It is husband and wife who eat together in the same room."

Su Wangli's nose was a little sour, his stomach was churning unbearably, he obviously didn't have any appetite, but he still picked up the porcelain spoon in the bowl, and swallowed the piece of tofu together with a spoonful of meat porridge.

"How is it? It's delicious. I was the one who cooked at home when I was a child." Seeing that he was drinking smoothly, Jing Zhan picked up another piece of beef and put it in his bowl.

Su Wangli slowly chewed the lean meat in his mouth, nodded, and stuffed the whole piece of beef into his mouth.

"Slow down, don't worry, no one will grab you." Jing Zhan saw that he was eating so happily, and the hostility in his eyebrows and eyes dissipated a little.

Su Wangli gulped down the gag, and said, "When you were young... you and your parents should get along pretty well."

I don't know why he suddenly said this, but Jing Zhan's hand holding the chopsticks visibly paused, and then he pretended to be innocent and forgot about Su Wangli's bowl, saying, "It's okay."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Su Wangli didn't ask any more, not knowing what to say, so he could only bury his head in his porridge.

"Eat more." Jing Zhan added food again and again.

Su Wangli couldn't eat anymore, so he raised his head, put down the porcelain spoon in his hand, and said, "Enough."

Seeing him like this, Jing Zhan didn't force it, put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, and snapped his fingers, only to see the pair of paper dolls outside the door bouncing in and cleaning up the mess on the table.

"Go for a walk." Jing Zhan said without hesitation, pulling Su Wangli up.

Su Wangli wanted to take a nap when he was full of food and drink, but Su Wangli was led out by Jing Zhan, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at Jinyan City under Penglai Mountain.

For nearly half a month, Su Wangli had been imprisoned on top of Penglai. This was the first time he came down the mountain, and he couldn't figure out what Jing Zhan was going to do.

"What are you doing here?" Su Wangli asked, letting Jing Zhan hold his hand and walking on the street.

Jing Zhan didn't answer, but stopped in front of a dim sum shop, reached out and took out a few taels of silver and handed it to the boss, saying, "Here are five glutinous rice cakes, with red bean and date paste stuffing, just steamed."

The boss was also very happy, and while filling the two young masters with cakes, he said: "Young master, don't worry, mine are freshly baked, very soft and delicious, I guarantee you, after eating the first one Definitely want to come back for a second time!”

Hand over the packed glutinous rice cakes and shout: "Master, go slowly, come again next time!"

The boss's bright voice had been left behind by the two of them. Jing Zhan did not give the glutinous rice cake to Su Wangli, but dragged him into the cottage, sat down at an empty seat, and ordered a pot of tea. The glutinous rice cake was passed to Su Wangli.

The glutinous rice cake that was still steaming just out of the oven was no longer hot to the touch. Su Wangli also drank the porridge for half a month. Now he smelled the sweet and greasy taste of red bean and date paste, so he couldn't help it, so he picked it up and ate one.

As soon as he took the first sip, Jing Zhan handed over a cup of tea, but he didn't say anything, he just put the cup of tea in front of Su Wangli, then turned to look at the stage, he seemed to be listening to the book seriously.

Su Wangli felt that his mouth was dry, so he drank the green tea in one gulp. The refreshing and cool tea paired with the sweet taste in his mouth relieved a lot of boredom.

"Today, I will tell you about these artifacts." The old storyteller opened his fan and said slowly: "Although there are only a few ancient artifacts today, based on my years of experience in reading books, I found that there are At that time, two artifact spirits could be accommodated in one artifact."

He spoke in a low voice, carefully, for fear that too many people would hear him.

"Come on, I don't believe it anymore. If that's the case, two artifact spirits are in one artifact, wouldn't they know how to fight?" Someone below couldn't listen to this fool's nonsense, so he interrupted directly.

"That's right, you should talk about something else."

"Yeah, don't keep talking about these useless things."

For a while, the teahouse was in chaos.

The old storyteller didn't seem to believe what he said, so he immediately coughed twice, and then went to talk about the history of the immortals' cultivation.

But that sentence stunned Su Wangli.

Why didn't he think that if there had never been a trace of the keel whip in the wilderness, then it should be attached to a certain artifact.

But there are so many artifacts, which one can the artifact spirit of the keel whip be attached to?

What the little brother said just now is also good, how can the evil spirit of the dragon bone whip not conflict with the original weapon spirit?

Where the hell will it be...

Afraid that Jing Zhan would see his thoughts, Su Wangli stopped thinking about it, patted the residue off his palms, and drank half a cup of tea in one gulp.

"Let's go." Seeing that Su Wangli refused to eat any more, Jing Zhan took out the silver and put it on the table, took the glutinous rice cake that Su Wangli was holding, grabbed his wrist, and brought him back to Penglai Mountain.

The two walked around so leisurely and elegantly, and the sky was getting dark. Su Wangli was pestered by Jing Zhan and drank half a bowl of porridge before letting him sleep.

Over the past two weeks, Su Wangli has become used to the two of them sharing the same couch, and soon fell asleep. Seeing that Su Wangli's breathing was steady, Jing Zhan closed his eyes and went to sleep.

It was silent in the middle of the night, only the spirit frogs in the pond were still croaking.

Su Wangli opened his eyes in a flash, his eyes were clear, and he looked calmly at Jing Zhan who was sleeping next to him. His eyelashes were thick and slender, trembling slightly with his breathing.

A trace of reluctance flashed through those fox eyes, and for just a moment, Su Wangli summoned Everlasting Hate and stabbed Jing Zhan in the chest.