Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

Running the train, the use of messy words is even more messy, and he has no interest in deliberately torturing people with word-for-word orders.

"Bullying? It's just you?" Zisong suddenly regained his energy, and instantly bounced off the ground like a spring, and threw the unsuspecting Zhan Li to the ground in a flash, "It seems that the family rules Not standing enough."

The back of his head hit him hard on the stone, grinning his teeth in pain, and glared at him viciously: "I take back all my sympathy just now, the two-life deed has not treated you badly at all!"

Guessing that he was going to use a single word for the next step, Zisong also learned the lesson, and rolled beside him before he could speak, and tore off his jade leather belt, and snatched the candy from his belt along the way. Bag.

Zhan Li's waist loosened and he didn't dare to move, his face turned red. Fortunately, Zi Sui's hands were stuck to him, and he couldn't hide very far, so he pulled him back and grabbed the leather belt back. Tooth itchy.

"You peeled off my belt just for a candy?"

"Otherwise?" Zisong freed his hand to pick up a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and looked so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his eyes. Yes, not so good, right?"

☆, missed

The so-called extreme love begets hatred and sorrow, Zhanli met such an evil person as Zisong, and went through the ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties of learning Buddhist scriptures from the west every day. The realization came, so he took a deep breath, and under the extreme shame and anger, he calmed down: "You are really my doom."

"How to say?"

Zhan Li gave him a blank look, and ground his teeth: "It's hard to get through!"

Then he said to Zhizhong Nvdaojun: "We have one god and two ghosts. It doesn't make much difference whether we rest or not, but you are a mortal, and you are different from us. You should rest early. The deeper you are, the more serious you are, and there may be beasts." , let me watch the night."

Knowing the importance of female Taoism, she felt that she had dragged down the schedule for no reason, and she was very guilty, and waved her hands again and again: "How dare you bother the god, the small things of night watch, let me do it, when I arrive in the capital, I still expect the god to rescue the people and catch the heels, the god must be careful Rest is."

Poxu, who had been standing outside the range of the felt cloth, said softly: "Go to rest, both the gods and the Taoists. I, a dark soldier, can't be more suitable for the night watch."

"Broken Void..."

The gentle young man looked at him with a gray and tired face, and shook his head slightly.

Zhan Li sighed, and subconsciously glanced at the Zhizhong female Taoist who turned his head away, and didn't speak again. Unexpectedly, Zhizhong was relentless: "I don't worry about you coming to watch the night."

Hearing the words, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and deep sorrow and pain floated up.

He is not afraid of life and death, let alone burning fire, pure blood burning, he is only afraid of her indifference, her alienation, and her blame.

"Okay, Dao-jun is a mortal, so there is no need to argue about trivial things at night. Don't worry, I will guard with Poxu."

"Divine Monarch...!"

He immediately raised his eyebrows. He was originally a Buddha, with an air of indifference to strangers. As long as he raised his brows seriously, people would not dare to refute.

Knowing that the female Taoist monarch did not dare to blaspheme, she honestly kept silent, found a clean corner and slept in her nest.

Seeing this, Po Xu nodded gratefully to him.

As the sky darkened, the cold wind blew in gusts, and the fire in the middle was bouncing and bouncing, blocked by stones and trees, but it couldn't be extinguished.

Zhanli sat cross-legged, the hand holding Zisong was pressed under his head, unable to move, he raised his eyes and saw that the Zhizhong female Taoist monarch was also sleeping peacefully, so he threw another piece of firewood into the fire, Poxu raised his eyebrows and said softly: "She is asleep, come and sit."

Poxu has been standing outside the range of the felt cloth, hidden among the trees like a ghost, trying not to be noticed by others, watching the female Taoist Zhizhong carefully and patiently, but he suddenly called back Confused, after thinking for a while, I tiptoed over and sat down at a distance not too far away, for fear of alarming anyone.

"Thank you, Lord God."

"Being under him...is it difficult?"

Poxu glanced at Zisong who was already asleep, and shook his head with a smile: "The god... doesn't like me, so he doesn't call me out often, but I am very grateful for the god's shelter."

"No, I mean Chan Lingzi."

His expression froze, and he couldn't help looking at Zhizhong Nv Daojun again, and then shook his head: "Although Master has a temper, you dare to offend even the gods, but...you are always gentle with us disciples. "

Zhanli remembered the "little poor boy" that was still fresh in his memory 800 years ago, and couldn't help but smiled slightly, shaking his head: "I thought he was like that to everyone."

Poxu also smiled, immersed in memories and was extraordinarily gentle: "Master...it is true that he treats everyone like that, so I always apologize for him everywhere."

When Xiao Zhanli, who was still young 800 years ago, met Chan Lingzi for the first time, Po Xu was already used to cleaning up messes for him all over the world.

"You... used to take care of Zen Lingzi like you do now?"

He nodded and added some firewood to the fire: "Master has been good at cultivating Taoism since he was a child, and when he became famous as a young man, everyone around him complimented and respected him, so he developed such a temper, but he didn't know how to take care of himself at all. , since he picked me up, I have been taking care of my daily life, until...until death."

When it came to death, Zhan Li didn't dare to continue asking.

The quasi-god's lifespan of thousands of years makes death very far away for him, but...

For ordinary people, it is an extremely sensitive topic.

Poxu noticed this keenly, and smiled, "You don't have to worry about it, I'm already dead."

...It is true.

He was a little dumbfounded, chuckled and shook his head. He wanted to ask about their feelings, but felt that it was not appropriate to ask them face to face, so he asked obliquely about what happened back then: "By the way, back then...after we separated, what happened? What? Originally, Zen Lingzi's mission was just to delay time, not that there was no way out, why bother..."

Fight endlessly?

Poxu's expression froze, his back straightened, and he shook his head: "I don't know, I just remember that after Shenjun disappeared suddenly, we planned to meet Shenjun first, but Shajun killed him halfway, so we had no choice but to meet him." Trick, the evil lords are murderous every step of the way, all staring at the master, and then the master handed over his qin to me, telling me to return the qin to the sect, and the next thing..."

He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and didn't continue talking.

Zhan Li frowned tightly: "When you were besieged by the evil king, why did Zen Lingzi let you take away the most convenient weapon he used?"

Poxu smiled and added more firewood to the fire, and said calmly, "It's probably because Master doesn't like me. That piano... I made it for him, so the name is Wangxu, so... …covered with colorful ribbons and tassels.”

He raised his head again, the flames reflected his face crimson, and finally made his gray face a little alive, very sincere and humble: "However, if he is willing to use that piano, I am very happy."

Zhan Li didn't understand.

Zi Chong said that Poxu likes Chan Lingzi.

He doesn't understand feelings, but he also knows that feelings are very important things, so why his feelings are scorned by Chan Lingzi, but he can't see the slightest bit of resentment in his eyes, and he can't even feel the slightest bit of unwillingness arrive?

That kind of calm makes people feel even more distressed.

"You... don't you hate it?"

He shook his head, very flatly: "I don't hate it, as long as I can be by his side and see him, I will be content."

As he spoke, he took another look at the sleeping female Taoist Monarch Zhizhong, and her face showed the satisfaction of "reunion" after hundreds of years, and the hidden joy.

Zhanli doesn't really like to throw cold water on people, but after thinking about it, he said indifferently: "You know, after reincarnation, she is no longer a Chan Lingzi, she just knows the importance, what happened 800 years ago has nothing to do with her .”

Whether it’s joy or pain, a bowl of Mengpo soup, a bridge of Naihe, break the past, and respect the next life. Since then, the soul will be reborn and the soul will disappear.

This person who took 800 years to come back is Zen Lingzi.

Nor is it.

She has a similar but different appearance to Zen Lingzi, but the soul inside has become another person.

Poxu bowed his head in silence for a while, his face was still warm and soft, the deepest pain was crushed and brewed into peace, he raised his head and said: "I know, Shenjun, I know, I have to wait longer For a long time, the person I waited for will never come back."

Zhan Li didn't say a word, his heart throbbed for no reason, and he sighed when he saw the very similar faces of Zhizhong Nudaojun and Chan Lingzi.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a while, and after a long time, he glanced at the sky: "It's getting late, you should take a rest."

"It's okay, I'll watch the night, and the gods will go to bed?"

He pointed at Zisong who was curled up like a pug and slept at his feet with his still free finger. In this position, he couldn't lie down without pulling his hand back, but if he moved, he would definitely wake Zisong up.

If this guy falls asleep, this broken mouth can still be more peaceful, but if he wakes up, he will still be tortured by him. For this reason, he would rather choose not to sleep all night.

Breaking the void and laughing: "Originally, Shenjun was a very silent person, but recently he suddenly talked a lot, so I ask Shenjun to be accommodating."

"Silence?" He couldn't imagine how this broken mouth was awake but not speaking.

"The underworld is very empty, and sometimes you don't see another evil boy after walking for several years. After the gods go to the hell to act on behalf of the ghosts and gods, the ghosts and gods are treacherous and plotting against each other. The gods have always disliked these schemes, so... ... are not used to and do not like to talk to people, you ... are an exception."

Zhanli closed his eyes, not in the mood to pay attention to the things in the hell that was far away to him, so he just waved his hands: "Go to sleep."

Poxu knew he was talking too much, so he didn't continue, he just answered "um", and fell asleep in the direction of Zhizhong Nv Daojun from a distance.

And he didn't dare to move, just sitting and watching the night, the cold wind gusts, and in the middle of the night, it suddenly started to rain, and it hit the felt cloth above his head with a crackling sound. It was raining, lest the sound of the rain would wake up the dreamers, but it was a step too late, only to see the nun Zhizhong trembled, and the carp bounced up from the ground.

He hurriedly silenced: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just raining."

Unexpectedly, Zhi Chongnv Daojun's face was pale, cold sweat dripped down her face, after wiping her face, there were still wet tears.

"What? Dreaming?"

She quickly wiped away her tears, glanced at Poxu sleeping not far from her, then moved aside unobtrusively, and nodded.

Zhanli didn't point it out, just asked: "Nightmare?"

"I don't know. I also had this dream yesterday. Someone ran towards me. I couldn't reach him, and I couldn't see his face clearly. I just felt very uncomfortable."

He subconsciously took a look at Poxu, obviously, because of the appearance of Poxu, it drew back the memories from her previous life, causing her memory to be confused, and in her dreams, she would dream of blurred scenes from her previous life.

Therefore, sometimes, there are hints in this life because of meeting people who missed in the previous life.

"It's okay, it's still a while before dawn, go to sleep."

She took a few breaths and shook her head: "I can't sleep anymore, I'm here to watch the night, and the gods can go to rest."

☆, see no evil

As he said that, he gave Po Xu a cold look, and snorted, "It's also he who rushed to watch the night, and now, he's also the one who is sleeping soundly."

Zhan Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He also just fell asleep, and I let him sleep, why are you so angry with him? He is a dark soldier, and everything he does is a last resort. After all...you can't blame him."

Zhizhong female Taoist priest went to fiddle with the fire, sparks jumped up and down, her face was red, she paused, and then murmured: "I know he is a Yin soldier. If a dog bites a person, it's okay to be reasonable." I have to find my master, but...Zi Chong has already been punished in hell for seven to seven days, and I should not pursue the sins that have already been punished. Master also told me to let go, but I am a mortal, a god, and I I'm a mortal, I'm not a Buddha, I don't have the mind of a god, and I can't smile away my grudges. I can't hate the owner of the dog. Who else can I hate except the dog? Those who died are all My siblings, my younger brothers and sisters, no wonder he, can you blame my younger brothers and sisters for not protecting themselves well?"

Seeing that the eyelashes of his closed eyes trembled slightly, he sighed almost inaudibly, an indescribable sour feeling came up from somewhere under his heart, like a vine, he clung up tightly, strangled He was having trouble breathing.

She didn't know at all that Po Xu was the Yin soldier just to wait for her.

This "reunion", he waited for 800 years.

Is it worth it?

It's all clear to a bystander, but even he, an outsider, doesn't think it's worth it.

But he began to agree with what Zisong said——

"Emotions in the world are very troublesome."

Seeing that he was silent, Zhizhong Nv Daojun urged with a smile: "Don't worry, God, I have my own measure, and I won't kill you while you are asleep. Go and rest."

He was amused by this sentence, and pointed to the big man leaning against his legs: "If he can't sleep, he will just settle down for a while, and if he wakes him up, he will annoy me to death."

"Let's take a break. You have to go. It will take two or three days to get to the capital. I don't know...how is Zhifeng there?"

"Don't worry, I left Ting Yu in the capital. Even if they didn't grab the heels, at least the plague wouldn't spread."

Knowing the importance of female Taoist priest, she took another look at the tightly held hands between him and Zisong, then coughed lightly and turned her head away, and through the firelight, she saw a pretty face flushed: "...I'm afraid that Zhifeng will eat it." That is the loss of the Northern Border King."

Zhan Li choked.

His fame throughout his life is all in the hands of this evil person, Zi Chong.

Zhanli could only sigh, broke the pot, and lay down to sleep.

It's just that his hand is holding Zichong together, and Zichong is resting his hand under his head. A movement of his hand will definitely wake Zichong up. In order to avoid this, he can only lie down in an extremely contorted and overly intimate posture. However, just as he was about to lie down, before his head touched the ground, Zi Song, who was sound asleep, turned over suddenly.

The warm breath just splashed on the face, and the lips brushed away from his own lips as if there was nothing.

At that moment, the mountains and forests were silent, the flames cooled down, and it seemed that only their little gods and ghosts were left in the vast world.

Inexplicably, the first thought that popped into Zhanli's mind was that he was dirty.

He was actually underestimated by such a bad boy like Zi Song, and he was also a sleeping bad boy!

But there was another one who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, turned around and started muttering "see no evil".

His teeth were itching with hatred, holding hands with Zisong and being inseparable, he could only gnash his teeth and say in a low voice, "What are you molesting, turn around!"

Zhizhong Nv Daojun's back trembled, and she stammered: "I, I, I, I...I don't like to watch...bystanders."

He almost bit his own tongue!

"Turn me around!"

She had no choice but to turn around trembling, still covering her face with her hands, her blushing ears were so anxious that she was about to cry: "God, please forgive me... I, I, I... I really didn't see anything." , didn't hear anything..."

Now he just wants to pack this girl and Zisong together, throw them to the underworld, and reincarnate again!

"You! Give me! Open your eyes! Open!"

It was the first time that female Daoist Zhizhong heard him speak in such an orderly tone, she was startled, but she didn't dare to disobey God's order, so she could only blushed, and opened her eyes with a certain determination to die. It never occurred to her that Shangshen not only likes men, but also likes to be watched by others.

... The world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old.

As a result, Zhan Li swiped lightly with his free hand and drew a simple curse pattern, and then the golden light flashed, and he let go of the hand that was holding each other all the way.

She let out a "huh", and saw him carefully draw a talisman on the palm of Zi Suong's right hand again, and then draw a talisman on her left hand, then moved to the side, and fell asleep!

The operation was like flowing water, and she was shocked to learn that the Chongnv Daojun opened her mouth wide. She only felt that in just a few days, her three views had been subverted once again.

The rain fell for the whole second half of the night, and Zisong was used to being free. He couldn't sleep in the house, but he could sleep peacefully in the wild. He slept until morning. He yawned and stretched himself before he woke up. The hand I used to use was able to move!

After being dazed for a while, he kicked Zhanli awake, and asked, "What's the matter, have you resolved the contract between the two lives?"

Zhanli was woken up by his kick, and moved further away, secretly thinking why this guy's legs are so long, and he can still kick them so far, so he stretched out his left hand, and the palm of his hand was shining golden: "Look carefully!" .”

Only then did Zi Sui realize that there was a faintly shining golden rune in the palm of his right hand, which could not be rubbed off, as if it had been carved on his body.

——It is a two-life contract.

The literal order is still in effect, but...

He glanced at Zhanli, and moved his wrist: "Then why did you let go of your hand?"

Zhan Li didn't change his expression, and stretched his waist lightly: "Maybe it's because I don't know enough. When the time comes, I will naturally untie it."

The corner of Zhizhong's female Taoist twitched, she never thought that Zhanli, a noble quasi-god who looked like a Buddha, would lie without any sense of guilt, so she could only quietly turn her head away, and pretended to be what she did last night. Didn't see either.

Zi Chong looked at his palm thoughtfully, feeling suspicious.

Afraid of being exposed, he hastily deliberately threatening: "Why, you need to be sure?"

Zi Chong snorted, withdrew his hand and ignored him, but he took it seriously.

Zisong, who lived in solitude and silence since he was a child, was as innocent as a piece of paper to some extent, and was so easily deceived by a small trick.

Seeing this, the little pure heart was burdened with a great sense of guilt.

... The world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old.

Although the heel is not ranked in the list of fierce beasts in the Shan Hai Jing, its peculiar nature of being able to attract plagues, coupled with the fact that it is living in the capital, is very terrifying.

Although Qi Wuyi looks like a fool, but after all, as the king of the northern border in the world, he still has responsibility.

He quickly reported the matter to all levels, closed the city gates, searched around the city and found no trace of the heel, and was worried that it had already flown out of the capital, so he sent troops to search around and kept an eye on the surrounding villages. The movements of the town ensured the safety of the capital and the people in the city to the greatest extent, and everything was in order, so that Mr. Zhifeng Xiaodao would occasionally have the illusion that "this is a good guy".

However, it's just an illusion.

It has been many days since she knew that Chongnv Daojun and Zhanli Shangshen set off back to the mountain gate together, but there has been no news from the mountain gate. The teenager can only stand by the window and look far away every day to express his emotions.

He is already very distressed, but there are still people who don't let him be safe.

Qi Wuyi hurried back from the door, and saw him full of boudoir resentment and longing for Qiushui like a little daughter-in-law, and suddenly smiled, hooked his neck directly, and stuck him very affectionately: "What? Missed me ? It’s almost becoming a lookout stone.”

Knowing that Xiaodao-jun came down the mountain for the first time, he was pure and clean, but he would have suffered the disaster of Qi Wuyi as soon as he entered the world. As the "culprit" who lost his heel, he had to partner with Qi Wuyi, which made him very sad It's sad, but why is it that there is no clothes and the nose is on the face!

Immediately, his face was red to the ears, and he waved his shoulders vigorously, but Qi Wuyi jumped back and dodged it, frowning anxiously and shyly: "You really want to make a move, don't you?"

Qi Wuyi spread his hands, his face was as thick as a copper wall: "Haven't you done all the more intimate ones?"

He was so angry that he almost bit his tongue, shook his sleeve and pulled out an old yellowed talisman paper, Qi Wuyi subconsciously took another step back, with a panicked face: "What are you doing, I didn't mess with you! "

He had suffered enough from these talismans in the past few days, and he didn't know how many kinds of mysterious and lightly fluttering talisman papers the Wuming Sect had. Each kind of talisman felt different on the body.

"Don't worry, this one doesn't hurt." As he said that, Zhifeng grabbed him and stuck the old talisman on his forehead without any explanation.

He quickly closed his eyes, trembling all over, the pain that he was prepared for did not strike, instead, a hot current penetrated from the center of his eyebrows into his heart and lungs, wandered through his limbs, and then opened his eyes, on his forehead The talisman disappeared, and I couldn't help but let out a "huh": "What's going on?"

Zhifeng Xiaodao took two steps back, and rarely smiled comfortably: "This talisman is called Yueqianshan. It was written and given to me by my master Xiushui Zhenren. Anyone who is pasted with this talisman will never stick it close." Within three steps of Furen."

Wuyi didn't believe in this evil, and insisted on walking forward. As soon as he stepped into the three-step range, a huge roar like a bell sounded in his ears, which almost shattered his brain into slag. The pain beyond what ordinary people could bear made him Immediately covered his head and bowed and screamed.

Zhifeng didn't want to take his life, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pushed him out of the three-step range: "From today onwards, only I will take the initiative to approach you, and you are not allowed to approach me, otherwise, it won't be every time I will push you away."

☆, a thousand mountains

As long as you stay away from him, any severe pain and uncomfortable reactions will disappear immediately. Qi Wuyi let go of his hand, and he is still that sloppy dude who is not a good-looking prince. He opened his hands and looked eagerly: "Then you take the initiative."

He blushed again, irritable and ashamed, grinding his teeth with hatred, how could Yue Qianshan not block his broken mouth!

If Zisong is Zhanli's calamity, then...

His doom must be Qi Wuyi.

"I don't have time to mess around with you. It's been so many days, and there's no news from the heel. What if I fly to a place outside the capital?"

The divine sword Tingyu left behind by Shenjun Zhanli will only protect the inside of the capital, if the heels really fly outside the capital...

At that time, it will be an uncontrollable consequence!

Qi Wuyi put down his hand, aggrieved: "I have sent documents to the surrounding villages and towns, but no matter what you say, it is just a bird. The world is vast, even if I send people to guard it, it will not be so fast. You got news."

Hearing this, he still frowned tightly, his immature face was old-fashioned due to too much worry and sorrow, Qi Wuyi couldn't help but want to smooth his brows, but...

Constrained by "crossing thousands of mountains", he had to take back the steps he had just taken.

"Don't worry, the area of ​​influence of the heel is as big as a mountain. Once the plague breaks out, it will be impossible to hide it from me, the king of the northern border. If there is no news now, it is the best news."

Zhifeng still had a sad face, and sighed: "If there is really news? I don't know how many people will suffer because of the plague. Before we grab the heel and send it to Huizhou Mountain, who will know, How many people will die from this?"

And the source of all this is because of his negligence for a while, someone stole his heels.

Qi Wuyi choked, and grinned: "The Taoist Lord is more concerned about the country and the people than me, the king of the northern border."

"you……"

He heaved a long sigh, turned around and was still the prodigal son: "You are so worried, why don't you be my princess, so that I won't get into such disasters as playing around with your heels in the future."

The heel was thrown by his hand, it has nothing to do with this little Daoist.

However, Mr. Zhifeng Xiaodao obviously ignored this intention. He heard a "Wang Concubine" in one sentence, and his face blushed like a drop of blood. His thin ears were almost transparent against the light. In a hurry, like a frightened rabbit, it grinds its teeth and wants to curse, but it doesn't come out, it can only stomp its feet, turn its head and walk away.

Qi Wuyi laughed foolishly, he can't be blamed for being too much, it's really...

This little daoist is too cute.

At this moment, a small soldier in armor suddenly barged in: "Your Highness!"

Zhifeng who had just walked to the door turned around immediately, and saw that Qi Wuyi's brows were cold, with a serious look with a certain sense of oppression, and he said the word "Shuo" very skillfully and concisely with his hands behind his back.

in fact……

If he is serious and serious, this face does not have a trace of human debauchery, but it is still very seductive, making people feel very credible and reliable.

This appearance can also make Zhifeng Xiaodao-jun feel happy and comfortable.

It's a pity that Qi Wuyi himself didn't realize it, so he didn't cherish this rare positive image.

The little soldier ran in a hurry, took a deep breath and said: "The monster... the monster is found!"

"where?"

He swallowed again, before continuing: "In...in Manqu Mountain."

Zhifeng Xiaodao-kun, contrary to the youthful friendliness of the past, lowered his eyes coldly: "Where is the plague? Is the plague spreading?"

He glanced at Zhifeng and nodded with difficulty.

"Damn!" The most worrying thing still happened!

His heart trembled, and he was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves, but Wuyi quickly chased two steps forward, not daring to come within three steps of him, and hastily called "Zhifeng".

Zhifeng had no choice but to turn around and give him a hand. He rose up on the clouds and left in the wind.

Qi Wuyi took the opportunity to wrap his arms around the young boy's slender waist, Zhifeng was startled again, his figure was crooked, and he almost fell from the clouds, while maintaining his balance and not daring to move rashly, he turned his head and said angrily :"what are you doing!"

He poked his head out from behind, rested his head on his shoulder, smiled, and said confidently, "I'm afraid of heights, hold you tight, Daoist Lord, even if we don't share the same quilt in life, we can die in the same acupuncture point, right?"

"you……!"

Zhifeng couldn't say no to him, but the auspicious cloud under his feet slanted again, almost throwing both of them off, and the gradually red ears betrayed his embarrassment at the moment.

The two tossed all the way on the slanting clouds, and finally reached the foot of Manqu Mountain.

The soldiers lined up, covered their mouths and noses with white scarves, and were already in full battle, guarding the villages and towns where the plague had spread. The entrance was an old mahogany archway with the words "Yandang Town" written on a high plaque.

——The town was lifeless, with depressive pain coming out from time to time, a thin and strange gray mist seemed to pervade every corner of the town.

Zhifeng bowed his head and was speechless for a while, the soldiers guarding the town came forward to report: "Your Highness, the plague in Yandang Town is similar to the symptoms caused by the heel, and the heel should be hiding in this area. It was found by hand."

Wuyi will always be the serious and dog-like king of Northern Xinjiang in front of people, even if he still relies on Zhifeng Xiaodaojun's initiative to stick to him like an octopus, it doesn't prevent him from asking seriously: "So what?" What about now? Can the person sent out reply?"

The soldier had long been accustomed to his prince's convulsions every now and then, but when he saw him tightly hugging a handsome little Daoist, he was still stunned and didn't react for a while.

Zhifeng Xiaodaojun noticed his gaze, quickly pulled the man off his body, kicked him three steps away, turned his head and walked towards the direction of the town.

Qi Wuyi didn't stop him, and didn't feel ashamed of being kicked, so he asked again with stern eyebrows: "Say it quickly!"

The little soldier came back to his senses after being shouted like this, and hurriedly said: "Not yet, it is supposed to be hidden in the mountain, so people have surrounded the mountain, even a bird can't fly out."

"It's so good." Qi Wuyi turned his head and saw Zhifeng rushing directly into the town, his heart trembled in fright, and his face changed: "Zhifeng!"

He was startled, and stopped abruptly: "What for?"

With the restriction of crossing thousands of mountains, he didn't dare to go forward, so he could only stand at a distance of three steps with cold eyes: "I don't want to die? Don't you know that the plague is contagious? Still rushing in?"

Zhifeng blinked: "But..."

"But what's the matter? When we catch the heel alive and send it to Huizhou Mountain, this kind of plague or not, can heal itself without medicine, so what kind of trouble are you going to get into?"

"No, I mean..."

"I don't care what you mean! Why don't you come here? If you get sick, who will catch your heel? Am I alone?"

In fact, Qi Wuyi really turned up sideways, and he was also a ghost. His long eyebrows were twisted and his eyes were deep, and he was seven points stern and three points unquestionable, which made Zhifeng dare not speak for a while, but Subconsciously, the dagger in his hand scratched his palm.

Qi Wuyi suddenly felt like a cat's hair exploded, bounced up from the spot almost instantly, raised the volume and yelled: "What are you doing!"

Seeing that he was about to rush over, Mr. Zhifeng Xiaodao wanted to take a step back, but for some reason he took the initiative to take a step forward. When he recovered, the bleeding hand was already in Qi Wuyi's, and the gentle temperature made him Lost for a moment.

Only then did Wuyi realize that this hand, which looked clean and well-defined at first glance, was full of deep and shallow scars, new and old, and suddenly became angry: "What's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong to play with yourself?" Yeah?"

Zhifeng Xiaodaojun just realized that he was shocked and withdrew his hand, his face was red with blood, his shoulders trembled and he hesitated and couldn't speak.

He's a bit of an asshole, and he can still think of words to scold him, but he is so meticulous that he can't say anything.

But Qi Wuyi was very happy and interesting when he saw this braised quail in the past, but...

Now it only made his teeth itch with hatred, why did he fall in love with such a mascot who couldn't even understand a whole sentence?And a mascot with self-harm tendencies!

He was angry and distressed at the same time, regardless of Zhifeng's own opinion, he tore off a piece of his expensive clothes, grabbed his hand and was about to wrap it up, and started the nagging old mother mode: "How old are you?" Huh? What a big deal happened, isn’t it okay to have revenge and revenge? Why are you hurting yourself? Doesn’t it hurt? This scar is almost piled up into calluses, no one loves you because of you, right? "

Zhifeng Xiaodaojun, who was wandering in the sky, finally came back to his senses, wishing to find a crack in the ground to get in, blood dripped all over the ground with his hands, and tore off all the half-wrapped cloth strips: "What are you thinking! We have no name Sending out blood for purification and repairing talismans, our blood is a sacred object to ward off evil spirits, our heels are fierce beasts, and the plague it brings is also a kind of evil spirit, and it can be cured with my blood, do you think I can't do it by self-mutilation?"

Qi Wuyi blinked, the other end of the cloth strip was still in his hand, his expression remained glib: "...what kind of crooked ways are you guys, are you still playing with blood?"

Zhifeng almost vomited blood from his anger.

"What's wrong with using blood? Our Nameless Sect is upright, sacrificing ourselves, meaningless fame and fortune, and using our own flesh and blood to protect all living beings in the world. How come we are doing crooked ways?"

After saying that, he turned his head and left, took out a blank talisman from his sleeve, blood dripped from his palm to his fingertips, he used his fingers to write and draw on the talisman, and then stuck it directly on the wall.

Seeing that he had already left the range of three steps, Qi Wuyi realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly followed behind him, keeping a close distance, staring at his bleeding hand, holding it as if offering a treasure. The blood-stained cloth strip: "No... you know, I didn't mean that."

☆, with the child

Zhifeng ignored it, as if he couldn't hear him, but when he was about to walk forward, Liangliang said "over a thousand mountains".

The feeling of his head being dug out alive and put into a medicine pestle forced him to take back his steps, and he pitifully flattered him: "Zhifengfeng..."

Zhifeng paused for a while, and then he thought he was deaf, and he could see his pink and tender auricles just by looking at his back.

His cultivation is actually limited, and the beasts are beyond the Three Realms and belong to the Six Realms. As the youngest junior of the Wuming Sect, with his ability, he still can't suppress the plague here.

But at least, something like blood purification is better than nothing, and it can barely guarantee that the plague here will not worsen.

Seeing that the wound on his palm wasn't bleeding enough, and he was about to make another cut with the dagger, Wuyi still couldn't hold back, whether it was intentional or not, he muttered softly: "I look like a crooked way, how can I let the disciple self-inflicted..."

Zhifeng frowned,