Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

Two steps: "Senior sister, no, this plague is so severe that no one in the village or town will be spared, and I too... you stay... only one more person will die."

Zisong was very annoyed by these disputes with human characteristics, and under the irritability, he rushed up again, and sneered, showing his sharp little canine teeth: "Trouble!"

Zhanli felt the sudden soaring evil spirit behind him, and was afraid that the lie of the two-life contract would be discovered, so he could only take a step back and grabbed his wrist: "You don't need to trouble yourself."

The evil spirit in Zi Sui's hand jumped up two feet for no reason.

He hastily struck three points harder, and there was an imperceptible panic in his frosty eyes. If he mentioned the two-life contract at this time, he would definitely reveal his secrets!

"Shenjun." The broken voice suddenly diverted Zisong's attention for a moment, and he bowed respectfully, "Knowing that what you said is not bad, knowing that Mr. Feng Xiaodao is not good enough, with him alone, it is very difficult." It is difficult to maintain the current situation, and if you want to keep these villagers as much as possible, the best way is for Shenjun to invite Qing Geng, and Zhizhong Daojun to stay."

Zi Sui narrowed his eyes and grinned: "What about you? Do you want to stay?"

Poxu bowed his head, his long eyelashes concealed the deep longing in his eyes, and his tone was humble: "If God agrees, Poxu will be very grateful."

Zisong suddenly laughed wantonly, and bent over with a straight smile: "So what if you stay? The Nameless faction still has blood purification to resist the plague, what about you? Do you want to let yourself die completely?"

Sometimes people are really funny.

He didn't understand, he waited for 800 years by the bank of Wangchuan River with some kind of crazy obsession, what was the result?In the end, the person he was waiting for abandoned him and went to reincarnation. He would never come back, but he didn't hate or complain, and he didn't have any dissatisfaction. If he knew that he wanted to die and wanted to stay, what's the point?

Will the person he was waiting for come back, or will the female Daoist know how to become the true Zen Lingzi?

Does the word love really have that much magic power?

He really didn't want to understand such feelings.

Hearing the words, Poxu's upright body suddenly trembled, and then he raised his head, warm and peaceful, as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "As long as there is a little bit of use for the gods, Poxu will not dare to die in vain. Outside the town, you can't enter a step."

"Just stay outside the town, what difference does it make if you stay or not?"

Zhizhong still hates him, hates him for being willing to degenerate, one of the founders of the Wuming Sect, who actually served as a yin soldier for such a filthy boy like Zi Chong, and hates him for being willing to be driven by Zi Chong to slaughter his own son Shanmen, I hate him even more for turning around and trying to make up for it with a false appearance of innocence!

If she refused to forgive wholeheartedly, even compensation would only increase her hatred.

Without saying a word, he just lowered his head lower.

Zi Sui was out of place in this miserable atmosphere, but he grinned happily and narrowed his eyes with great interest: "Okay, if you want to stay, just keep it."

Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch was so angry that he couldn't speak, so she could only stare at Poxu bitterly, but she keenly caught the trace of humble joy in his eyes, she was so angry that she turned her head and strode into Yandang In the town, go straight to Zhifeng Xiaodaojun.

Zhanli sighed helplessly, and only said: "Mr. Dao! Be careful!"

She supported Zhifeng, who was almost unable to stand still, in three steps and two steps, and nodded: "I will, and please come back soon."

He nodded, then gave Zisong a hand, and only said "Go".

Zi Sui glanced at Poxu and Zhizhong Nv Daojun again, thought for a while, and felt that Zhanli was obviously more important, so he grinned: "The beauty is what she says."

Zhan Li's expression remained the same as usual, it didn't change——

Ever since he adopted the mentality of "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately", nothing Zi Chong said would affect him. After all, people's skins will thicken, and so will gods.

The group of four parted ways, Zhanli and Zichong went against the wind and went to Jinli Mountain to invite Qinggeng, while Poxu and Zhizhong stayed in Yandang Town where the plague broke out.

Compared with these villagers, Qi Wuyi, who got sick later, directly touched his heel and was injured by it, which is obviously much more serious. After he got down, he was completely unconscious until now, so he could only put him in an empty house in Yandang Town, and keep taking heart blood to feed him.

Now Zhizhong Nv Dao Jun Jin has come in, Zhifeng can't care about anything else, he hastily said: "Senior sister, I'm fine, first you can see if there is no clothes."

She nodded, helped him into the room, and saw Qi Wuyi lying on the bed, clean, his face pale and lifeless, his breathing was rumbling like a bellows, and he was tight in his sleep. Frowning, there was a basin of blood beside the bed, and the messy bandages and face towels were thrown all over the floor, Zhifeng said anxiously: "It has been like this since I went down the mountain two days ago, and I haven't woken up."

Zhizhong frowned, and hastily pulled out a talisman from her sleeve, and stuck it on his heart, the talisman flashed a red light, and then sank into his body, then nothing happened, so she had to pull out another talisman to do the same, only to see him Breathing gradually stabilized.

But she didn't dare to relax, she just shook her head: "He is too sick, the talisman I wrote has no effect at all, only the talisman of master has some effect, but..."

If only the talisman of Xiushui Daoist level can work, then it means that for other patients, the talisman of Xiushui Daoist must also be used, and the talisman she brought is far from enough.

"What... isn't that..."

It's hard to hold on until Zhanli and his party invite Qing Geng back?

Knowing the heavy female Taoist sighed, her eyes were deep: "Do your best and obey the destiny."

Whether he can survive, she is not sure.

Qi Wuyi, who was in a coma, seemed to have fallen into some kind of nightmare, calling out "Zhifeng" over and over again indistinctly. She subconsciously glanced at Zhifeng, but saw that he had lost so much blood that his face couldn't even turn red. He just turned his head slightly awkwardly.

"Zhifeng...you..."

He quickly said: "Senior sister, don't ask anything, please."

She sighed and didn't say any more, she looked at Zhifeng who was in such a mess, and then at Qiwuyi who was cleaned up, this kid couldn't even take care of himself, but... ...Take care of Qiwuyi meticulously.

After all, it was her junior brother who kissed her, and she picked up the clean cloth strips left beside her: "Come here, my wounds haven't been bandaged yet, now I'm carrying them in the town, you just need to have a good rest."

He bowed his head in silence, obediently stretched out his hand again, both of his hands were scratched to get blood.

Although the Nameless Sect uses blood, they rarely ask their disciples to self-mutilate and take blood to write talismans, more often they use talismans without blood, and revenge is just for revenge if they make small troubles. Ordinary little monsters and monsters can be cleaned up with this kind of talisman. Even if it is rare to use a bloody talisman, I should take a little more and keep it as a spare when I am injured. , How effective the talisman you can get depends entirely on your character, often when you find out that a disciple in the door is injured, the door will be surrounded by three floors and three floors of people, not to care, but——

Come to take the opportunity to ask for blood.

It can be regarded as a great spectacle of the Wuming Sect.

So at first glance at this pair of old and new scarred hands, Zhizhong couldn't help but feel distressed: "You, why do you have to do this?"

Zhifeng only lowered his head lower, unable to see his expression clearly, the medicine seeped in from the wound, and he couldn't feel the pain, so he paused for a moment before whispering: "Senior Sister...I killed the heel, my talisman It doesn't work, and the talismans given by you and the masters are almost used up, so...in order to save Qi Wuyi, I...senior sister, tell me, did I do something wrong?"

☆, fan of the authorities

"Zhifeng..." When she heard the words, she could probably guess what was going on, and she couldn't help but pause when she bandaged her.

"Now, the tragedy in Yandang Town is all because of me, I... did I really do something wrong?"

"Zhifeng... I can't blame you. With your morality, it's not easy to do this." She could only reach out and rub his head, her tone full of distress, "Besides, Shenjun and Zisong that evil boy We went to find Qing Geng together, as long as Qing Geng can be invited, everyone will be fine."

"but I……"

Qi Wuyi on the bed didn't know when he woke up, coughed twice, and then waved with a playful smile: "Zhifeng, I thought about it, there is nothing that can repay your life-saving grace, how about I promise you with my body?"

One second, Zhifeng Xiaodaojun, who was secretly sad, became ashamed the next second. Although his face was still pale and bloodless, his shyness was like a butterfly, even if he covered his face, it would fly out of his eyes , and knowing that the female Daoist Lord Zhongzhong was also there, he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get out, and suddenly turned around and ran away.

Knowing the importance of female Taoism, she blinked——

This man... always has a way to easily influence Zhifeng's thoughts unconsciously, although Zhifeng himself is not aware of it.

She turned her head to look at Qi Wuyi, and as soon as Zhifeng left, his forced laughter collapsed in an instant, staring at the ceiling, clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turned white, and her whole body was covered. There was a heavy layer of death, but those eyes had a little light of survival: "Don't worry, Taoist, my life was saved by Zhifeng, I have to live."

He is alive, Zhifeng's guilt and despair can still be suppressed with excuses, but if he dies...

Know what to do.

He is so naive, so kind, he is thin and young, and he obviously doesn't understand what the world is or what is the common people, but he shoulders all living beings. He would rather take the blood of his own heart than his life. Taking out his whole heart, he just wanted to save everyone.

all……

He didn't know what kind of struggle Zhifeng had gone through before he chose him at the last moment. He only knew that he had to live.

He had to let Zhifeng know that even if he gave up the world, he would have saved one at least, and he was right.

And he deserves it.

He is worthy of all sentient beings, he is worthy of sacrificing the world, and he is worthy of making such a choice.

"Qi Wuyi...then you hold on, you can't die, knowing him...he has never experienced such a choice, he is too guilty, now it's all up to you, the string is stretched, the string is broken, he... "

He let out a low laugh again, and turned his head: "Daojun, I am his string, and his life is stretched, so why isn't he my string?"

Zhizhong remained silent, stood up calmly, and chased out to help Zhifeng deal with other villagers, so let these two strings tie each other's life.

What is the gender and identity of the other party?Just being the right person is enough.

At this moment, she felt that Zhanli and Zisong's god and ghost were not so difficult to understand. A moment of heartbeat is eternity, which has nothing to do with gender, right or wrong.

The word "love" will fascinate the authorities, and bystanders have no right to intervene, only respect.

Poxu wasn't idle either. He was also a big disciple of the Wuming Sect before he was alive, and he also raised blood and used talismans. Although he became a Yin soldier after death, and he didn't even have blood, he could still use evil spirits, so he went around In Yandang Town, another barrier of evil spirits was added, which was double insurance to prevent the spread of the plague.

However, good intentions may not necessarily be accepted.

As soon as Nv Daojun Zhizhong went out, he saw that the already lifeless town was covered with a black haze out of thin air, covering the sky and making the whole town full of uneasiness and ominousness.

The strong evil spirit is oppressive for no reason, needless to say, it must be the good thing that Poxu did!

She hastily rushed to the archway erected at the gate of the town with anger, and she saw that Poxu was full of evil spirits, almost wrapped in it, sitting cross-legged with his back facing the town, with a long dark purple robe lying across his side. The sword, with a cloud-like evil spirit rising from it, has a kind of air of one person guarding the world with one sword alone.

"What did you do?"

Poxu was startled, obviously startled, the evil energy in his body was suddenly withdrawn, and his heartbeat like a drum was suppressed, and then he asked calmly, "What do you mean, Daojun?"

With a cold face, Zhizhong lightly stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky: "You made this?"

He didn't dare to look directly into these too sharp and ruthless eyes, the sourness and inexplicable shame in his heart made him lower his head involuntarily: "Yes."

She sneered again, full of disdain and sarcasm: "Yes, very good, now my talisman must not only resist the plague, but also guard against your evil spirit."

Poxu's blue-gray face turned even paler, with a rare look of death. He blinked, stood up and retracted his barrier, and said respectfully, "Sorry, please forgive me."

Seeing that the town was bright again, Zhizhong Nv Daojun let out a cold snort, put on the face scarf with talismans on it, and went back to help take care of the villagers who were infected by the plague.

Knowing that Mr. Feng Xiaodao is helping, he looked at her, and then looked at Poxu, although his senior sister always looks very strict, but in fact, he is friendly and polite in private, even if he says something serious, he will not say it easily One sentence, but...

Du Du was extremely fierce towards this person, and he couldn't hold back after thinking about it, so he leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Senior Sister, who is he?"

She looked again at Poxu who was standing motionless outside the town like a wooden man, her eyes were frosty, squinted and snorted coldly: "Leave him alone, he has a lot of your senior brother on his hands." The blood of the senior sisters."

"What...? Brothers and sisters? What's going on in the mountain gate?" He was so absorbed in his heels that he didn't care about his own mountain gate for a while, remembering the eagerness to summon the Yin formation at the beginning, so he hurriedly asked .

"Don't worry, the matter in the door will be handled by the masters and respected. Our first task now is to save the lives of these people as much as possible, and wait for Qing Geng to come back."

"But...Senior Sister!" After speaking halfway, how can he be relieved?

Zhizhong sighed, and had no choice but to tell the whole story, including——

Poxu is one of the rumors of the Wuming Sect, one of the patriarchs who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Chan Lingzi.

After Zhifeng heard it, he was equally astonished. He turned his head and took a careful look at Poxu, and suddenly walked up to him with big strides. Zhizhong wanted to stop him, but the patient under his command suddenly let out a painful cry, Shengsheng dragged her back.

"You...why didn't you say it?"

Poxu lowered his brows and eyes, and didn't notice that Zhifeng was approaching, until he asked a question, he was shocked, came back to his senses, and blinked blankly: "Dao Jun... what do you mean by this? "

"Your enchantment is so big, it surrounds the town, and it's so far away from Senior Sister's talisman. The two don't conflict at all. Why don't you justify yourself?"

Just now...the senior sister just vented her anger for no reason. How could the senior sister not notice something that he could understand?

But he can understand the senior sister's anger, why...

This person just endured the misunderstanding of the senior sister without saying a word?Is it... for forgiveness?

Poxu suddenly smiled gently, and shook his head lightly: "No need."

In front of her, no matter what he did, even the most severe beatings and scoldings, he would be happy with it.

He is that humble.

His joy is like a weak wild dog, even if it is kicked away over and over again, it will stick up for that little bit of warmth over and over again.

He is cheap.

"Then you... really slaughtered... your mountain gate?"

He paused again, seeing the young man standing in the town in a state of disarray, his glass-like pupils glowing with brilliance, so he answered "yes" coldly and lightly.

This is the price of being a Yin soldier. When Zi Sui ordered him to "kill", even if standing in front of him was a disciple who made him feel very cute and warm, he could only recruit murderous intentions. Every move is expected in the bottom of my heart, screaming——

"Please, don't get hurt, don't die."

The guilt, struggle, and anger in his heart were no less than Zhifeng's.

The difference is that Zhifeng has a family, a loved one, and a safe haven to take a step back, but he doesn't.

And his only reliance was lost 800 years ago. He spent 800 years creating a false dream of self-deception.

After Zhifeng Xiaodaojun listened, there was deep disappointment in his brows and eyes, and he took another deep look at him, and finally chose to turn around and leave.

He watched Zhifeng go away, and another crazy bright red figure suddenly appeared in his mind.Many years ago, he was also like this, annotating the figure of a certain person going away. He has been, has been looking at the back of that man, from childhood to adulthood, from youthful to insolent.

He can't always catch up with him.

Gradually, he accepted more and more disciples, and any one of them was better than him, more talented than him, and more pleasing than him, so he became more and more inconspicuous. No matter what he did, he always seemed to be If it doesn't go according to his will, it will inevitably be ridiculed by him and stared at by other disciples, so he carefully hides his heart, silently takes care of everything for him, like a handyman, taking care of his daily life.

Since he didn't want to see him, he stayed far away, obediently hid in the shadow behind him, and tried his best to shrink himself into a small ball, inconspicuous and unobtrusive.

He never asked to be with him, let alone respond, he knew that he was not worthy, even if he was criticized by him, he tried his best, walking on thin ice, humble like a wild dog that no one wants, just want to follow him Even if there is only one back by his side, he is content.

until……

He remembered clearly that the sky was clear and cloudless that day.

72 evil lords killed Penglai, the black evil spirit was overwhelming, the door of hell was wide open, and ghost spirits were rampant. The flamboyant and arrogant man in red stuffed the Wangxuqin into his arms, with serious eyes, and reached out to touch him face, but retracted it embarrassingly, and said with a smile:

"I'll take a step first. Come find me after you live to be a hundred years old. I'll go to Wangchuan to pick you up."

☆, Tiny Ruochen

Before he could say "Master", he was pushed away.

So he could only travel day and night, exhausting his energy, just to rush back to Wuming Mountain, leaving behind the Wangxuqin that he had torn clean, and finally consuming himself to death.

Then he rushed to Wangchuan non-stop, and lived for 100 years?How could he wait so long?

But he walked and walked, searched and searched, but found nothing.

Since the master said that he would wait for him in the underworld, he would not break his promise. He must have walked away in a fit of anger and passed by the master. He made a vow and deceived himself, so he stopped running around and obediently became a dark soldier for Zi Chong. Day after day, he waited where he was, waiting for the master to pick him up.

As a result, this class lasted for 800 years.

In the end, the one who waited was the Taoist Lord Zhizhong.

——Master really didn't like him, and when he was dying, he tricked him to wander by the Wangchuan River for 800 years.

but it does not matter.

It is very painful to think about the fact that Master died of blood in his previous life.

In this life, he should guard her, protect her, and keep her healthy and happy, so that his love that has been brewing for 800 years is not in vain.

He just stood outside the town in such a foolish way, from day to day, he guarded Sui Xinghe.

Yandang Town is built on the mountain, and Manqu Mountain is closely attached to it. Although Manqu Mountain is home to ferocious beasts that cannibalize people, over the years, the well water has never violated the river water, but today, it...

Something is lurking in the mountains, ready to move.

Zhan Xin is the common people, and he walked on the wind and increased his speed to the extreme, so that he could reach Jinli Mountain in the starry night.

The speed with which Zi Sui fought with him all the way, and there was no winner, he was extremely upset. The evil spirit that would be withdrawn in the future was like a light and thin layer of veil, wrapping around the corner of his robe and hairline, adding another three points of hostility .

So he sneered: "The sky is dry, what's the matter, God is planning to go over the mountains to find a night?"

Zhanli remembered the mountain god Shuhu mentioned when he passed by Yanxi Mountain, and took another look at Jinli Mountain, which was dark under the starry night, and took a breath: "Let's rest for a night, and think of a way tomorrow morning."

"Think of a way? Think of a way? Turn corner by corner? I won't accompany you."

Zhanli is used to being pampered, without the two butlers who know the female Taoist and Poxu, he is completely helpless, and he can't even start a fire, so he simply reached out and summoned a group of fireflies, barely lit up, and then found Lie down on a relatively flat corner.

"Extraordinary beasts do not belong to the Three Realms, so they cannot be restrained by the laws and rules of the Three Realms, but they are not lawless, and they are all under the jurisdiction of the mountain gods of each mountain. These mountain gods are still somewhat connected with the Three Realms. The balance between them, each trying their best to control the strange beasts on their own mountains, so, if you want to find Qing Geng, you just need to get up tomorrow morning and worship the mountain god."

After finishing speaking, Gu Zi yawned and closed his eyes for a nap.

Attracted by the pure and soft divine power, the firefly refused to leave, and the faint light cast a mysterious veil on him.

Zi Song just looked at the man in green and white gauze lying carelessly on the ground, a small firefly entered his line of sight, and then his gaze followed that small spot of light, and it happened to fall on the ground. On his smooth Adam's apple.

The evil spirit slowly drilled out from the palm, little by little, lingering upwards.

All he had to do was lie there and do nothing, and it was tempting enough.

As long as you just look at him like this, you will also have an uncontrollable murderous desire for no reason.

I can't wait to kill him, want to tear off his flesh and bones, want to swallow his flesh and blood, eat his bones, want to embed him in my body...

Want to destroy, but also want to own, want to slaughter, but want to be eternal.

In such a contradiction, the evil spirit surged and swallowed him.

Zhanli didn't fall asleep, and felt the killing intent and evil spirit soaring into the sky, so he didn't take it to heart, but adjusted a more comfortable posture, and said coolly, "Two life contract".

Zisong hated and hated the feeling of being called on and off like a dog, and that person was still Zhanli, remembering the unstoppable order, he squinted his eyes, helpless, the evil spirit on his body could only can gradually disappear.

"Sha Tong's desire to kill is innate, even if the two-life contract cannot stop me."

He waved his hand, his fingers looked extraordinarily slender under the light of the faint fireflies, his joints were clearly defined, and his tone was calm and unwavering: "Zi Chong, we all have a calamity to cross, wait for the day, you can hold back and not kill I'm dead, maybe... it's time to untie the two-life bond."

The fireflies were chased away and flew away in all directions, and the surroundings were suddenly pitch black—there was no moonlight tonight.

Zisong touched the darkness and touched a piece of fabric, then touched his body, and sat down next to him. This kind of darkness allowed him to completely hide himself, making it rare for him to calm down.

He didn't feel sleepy, paused, and couldn't help but say, "I...should like you, probably."

Zhanli could tell whether he was talking nonsense or telling the truth, his face turned red suddenly, and his cheeks were burned. Fortunately, the night was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

"...Do you really know what it means to like?"

"I don't know, but... I have never had such a murderous intention towards other people."

His desire to kill is like the appetite of ordinary people. Some people are picky about food, while others are not.He didn't choose it before, but since he met Zhanli, he was the only one.

Among all the living beings in the world, there is only one him among tens of thousands of people.

Maybe it's because I like it, so I especially want to kill him.

Zhanli paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "That's because you can't kill me. But... When it comes to murderous intentions, I am the same as you."

If it weren't for the influence of Buddhism for nearly a thousand years that restrained him and refused to let him create killing karma, he might have fought this guy to the death.

"Then you like me too?"

His face burned again for no reason, and he ground his teeth viciously: "No. On the contrary, I hate it. I hate you very much."

Zisong changed his position in the dark, and lay down next to him, with his back against his back, and instead of being angry, he chuckled lightly, with malicious intentions: "That's really wronging you, you hate me the most every day." tied before your eyes."

"It's just a tribulation."

"What about after the robbery? Did you let me go? Then I can kill you then?"

After crossing the catastrophe...after?

Zhanli hadn't thought about such a long time ago, but he couldn't help thinking about it when he mentioned it.

His robbery is to like someone, learn to love, and then kill him with his own hands.

Fall in love with Zi Chong, then kill him.

At that time, he had never paid attention to the second half of this calamity. In his eyes, it was really difficult to love him.

Therefore, he only smiled lightly: "If that day comes, if you still want to kill me, then come and kill me."

...It's just that it's not certain who the person who died is.

Zi Sui touched the cold jade leather belt in the dark, reached in and took away the sugar bag, peeled off one, took one, and stuffed the remaining sugar bag back, Zhan Li frowned, feeling uncomfortable, but also Leave him alone.

Then he had a thought, took the opportunity to stretch out his hand to climb up, touched his chest through a layer of tulle, like a swimming snake, went straight to the throat, and murmured mysteriously: "God... I want..."

Zhan Li trembled, there was no way to avoid it, he quickly grabbed his hand, and said sharply, "What are you going to do?"

However, he took advantage of the situation and bullied him, holding him firmly with the other hand. Under the dark night, those eyes were against the moonlight, shining with some kind of light.

"I want to kill you, I can't help it, I want to kill you."

He couldn't wait for a moment, under the Nine Springs, above the Nine Heavens, and the mountains and rivers in the world, none of them could match him in front of him.

He only wants him, right now.

The evil spirit raged and rolled, and Zhanli had long since lost his words, so he could only burst out a burst of pure divine power, and directly ejected him.

"Not now, Zi Chong, if you want to kill me, you have to wait until the day you cross the catastrophe."

Zi Chong turned over and jumped two steps away, grinning, and the evil spirit wrapped around his body jumped two feet higher: "I can't help it, I want to kill you, now! Don't you dare to fight, Shangshen?"

He withdrew his thorny divine power, and still had the gentleness and calmness of being a quasi-god: "You said that you have been bored for thousands of years. I am not dead, but I can still be with you. If I die , you go back to the boring days before, just waiting to die, isn't it very boring?"

Hearing this, Zi Chong pursed the corners of his lips into a straight line again, he forgot.

If he hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten how he had remained the same for 200 years before he met him, with no one and no sound.I can hardly remember how that shocking glance on the bank of Guixu messed up the rest of his life for hundreds of years, hating him while...

Absorb his tenderness and linger on.

He pursued the light with a heart of disgust for hundreds of years, but that light didn't even know it, and that light spread the world by itself, completely unaware that a sinful seed like him had fallen in a dark corner.

Zhanli didn't hear his voice for a long while, so he couldn't help calling softly again: "Zi Chong?"

Only then did he come back to his senses, paused, and thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true. Only those who have seen the light will be afraid of the dark, and only those who have seen all kinds of love in the world will know how short life is.

With a soft "oh", he restrained his evil spirit, and suddenly smiled: "God, but what should I do if I still want to kill you?"

Zhanli frowned in the darkness, and said coldly: "Hold it."

He touched him thoughtfully again, and lay down next to him. There was a warm touch on his back, which was numb, and he muttered to himself: "Yes, you should bear it." on."

Saying that, a ray of evil spirit gathered at the fingertips, and without hesitation, he directly pierced his palm!

The severe pain didn't make him frown, but he grinned very comfortably, and the pleasure of blood gushing out of his body finally calmed down his surging killing intent.

He said that the only thing that can restrain the killing intent of the evil spirit is extreme pain.

But Zhanli was not only unaware, but even moved away because the person next to him felt uncomfortable.

—He's not lying, he really hates him.

☆, never retreat

Yandang Town.

The plague devastated this remote town, and the villagers lay in disarray on the ground. Fortunately, the talismans preserved by the Nv Daojun Zhizhong barely curbed the further deterioration of the plague. At least...

Enough to last until Zhanli invites Qing Geng back.

There was no sound of people in the lifeless village and town, only coughing and coughing one after another. Zhifeng took a break, changed into clean clothes, started from the end of the long street, and lit a lamp every five steps until he reached the gate of the town. Under the archway, the town is brightly lit up to take care of the sick people in the town.

Lighting the lamp, one can see that Poxu is still standing guard outside the town gate like a Buddha statue.

For some reason, when he saw the majestic and motionless figure, he somehow thought of the Buddha statue sitting high in the Ming Hall, which made him suspicious——

Did my brothers and sisters really die at the hands of this patriarch?

"What's the matter?" Poxu turned his head, his face was deeply tired, and under the light of the lamp, it appeared somewhat soft.

Only then did Zhifeng come back to his senses, and realized that he had been staring at him for a long time, turned his head away in embarrassment, and said hastily, "No...it's nothing."

Poxu nodded, passed him and glanced at the Zhizhong female Taoist who was still busy, and said in a low voice respectfully: "The Taoist has used the blood of his heart, his cultivation base has been damaged, and he has been busy for several days, go quickly have a rest."

He glanced at him again, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "You... why are you a Yin soldier?"

Poxu was startled, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question, and he didn't recover for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhifeng panicked immediately, blushing at a loss: "No...I...I mean, why don't you go to reincarnation? Right, everyone has an afterlife, why do you ..."

"I'm waiting for someone." When he mentioned the person he was waiting for, he drew such an illusory sweetness from the distant memory, and raised the corners of his lips pleasantly and gently, "I'm afraid of reincarnation, so I won't meet you." on him."

"...Who? Who are you waiting for?"

Poxu glanced at Zhizhong Nv Taoist Monarch without any trace, and all the affections were hidden by the lights, and said calmly: "Master. I am waiting for my master, Zen Lingzi Daoist."

"Master Patriarch? Did you wait for him?"

He nodded, and made up a false happy ending for Zhifeng and himself: "When it's over, he's gone to reincarnation."

"Then what kind of person did the patriarch become in reincarnation?"

Poxu pondered for a while, thought carefully, and said with a smile: "A person who is...gentle, strong, able to take care of himself, and has a heart for all the people in the world."

One……

The one who can make him feel at ease is the best and most perfect person in the world.

Speaking of Zen Lingzi, Zhifeng Xiaodaojun was rarely aroused by curiosity, and squatted down solemnly: "Then... what kind of person is the Patriarch?"

In fact, Zen Lingzi is unrestrained, flirtatious, and as a Taoist monarch, he does not have a very positive image. Therefore, the last thing he did before his death was to make up some plausible stories to reverse his image. Because of this, he restored the white jade banjo to its original white and flawless appearance, and tore off many tassels and ribbons on it with his own hands.

It has been 800 years, how many ridiculous things he has done before, what is there to say?

So he smiled slightly, bowed his head and said, "Dao Jun... will know."

"what……?"

He was about to say something more, but he suddenly saw low bushes rustling on both sides of the path in front of him, and then, a shadow turned out, as if there was the sound of a baby crying.

Zhifeng Xiaodaojun let out a "huh" and rubbed his eyes.

He didn't see it clearly, but Poxu saw it clearly. He exploded with evil spirit, struck out with a long knife, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Mr. Dao, go back and tell your senior sister that I am going to set up a barrier of evil spirit. Please forgive her."

He was so frightened by the strange cry that he shuddered, the hairs on his back stood upside down, and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

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