I am deeply in love with my old enemy? [Transmigration Book]

Originally, I could have waited until the next day to go to Lun Dao Tai to find Su Zhen, but Tan Qing was a restrained and quick-tempered person. After thinking about it, he left for Lun Dao Tai, thinking that if Lun Dao Tai couldn't see him, he would go to Lun Dao Tai. When I went to his room, I would blame him directly: I don’t have a good talent and I don’t work hard.If this is the case, give yourself some space.

The sun at noon is a bit scorching, no matter what Tan Qing does, he is still in the golden elixir period, even the scorching sun seems to him very warm, and the ingenious little junior sister embroidered on his martial uniform With the formation of four seasons, no matter what the weather is, he can pass it as cool as spring.

When Tan Qing drove the sword to the Dao Discussion Platform, he suddenly felt a little hotter, which made him a little unaccustomed to it. Cultivators should practice Taoism when they are very awake, because of this unwritten rule, the Discussion Platform can turn the morning light The coldness in my body is deepening several times, turning into a bone-piercing coldness, which makes people unable to concentrate and doze off.

It was the first time for Tan Qing to come to this forum at noon. He had just climbed a step in his golden core stage and felt hot. For people with physical cultivation, isn't it like a stove?

"Am I mentally retarded?" He suddenly felt that he was a fool, because only a fool would choose to come to the stage at noon when he knew that he was Bing Linggen, and he thought that he was not a fool or a person who came to the stage at noon. Why did he frowned, there was no need for excuses, and it would be extremely embarrassing to knock on the door of his house.

When he thought about it, he couldn't control the flying sword under his feet, so that Tan Qing could feel the scorching sun on the top of the platform. When he was about to drive the flying sword down, the person in the middle of the platform was meditating. The prudish people came into his eyes.

What is the practice of entraining air into the body?It's just that they don't eat the whole grains of the world, but they can control the sword smoothly but can't use the magic formula. Which of the inner disciples in the Taoist stage is lower than the Chengdan stage?

The person in front of him was meditating in the middle of the Dao Discussion Platform. The sun was shining so brightly that he couldn't even find his shadow, and it didn't last long. It was hidden directly under Su Zhen's body. His whole body looked like he had been washed, the size of a bean. Beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead, his lips turned white, but his figure was unshakable, and he had settled down in this extremely hot place.

It's not like a furnace to him

For disciples in the alchemy period, it was difficult for the disciples in the alchemy stage to discuss the Tao, so what kind of fun did Suzhen, a scum who blew his breath into his body, come to join in the fun!Why do you really think that the halo of the protagonist is not an adult?

Tan Qing didn't know where his anger came from, so he lowered his sword and walked towards Su Zhen.

The little junior sister's embroidery work is authentic, the four seasons array on the disciple's uniform is even more authentic, and Tan Qing's mid-stage Golden Core cultivation is also authentic.

Su Zhen only felt as if he was in a melting pot, almost exhausting all his strength to keep the most guarded Lingtai clear and clear, to drive away distracting thoughts, but when one thought was driven away, another one came: he was practicing on the platform by himself We are all waiting for difficulties, so how can we make progress?Senior brother Tan Qing has high hopes for him, how can he be worthy of him?

Brother Tan Qing...Tan Qing.The thoughts in his mind went round and round, but he never left these two words.As if he had heard his call, Su Zhen felt a sudden coolness in the furnace.

Dispelled the burning pain all over the body.

"Do you still have brains?" A cold voice that could soak up all the heat in his body sounded above his head: "As a Bing Linggen, the National People's Congress is cultivating on the Taoist platform at noon? "

"Can you feel the water spirit power here?"

Suzhen opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse after not drinking for a long time and was burned by the scorching sun: "Suzhen is stupid, thank you for teaching me."

"Then why don't you get up? Wait for me to hug you?"

"Su Zhen dare not." Su Zhen propped his fingertips on the ground and wanted to stand up. The ground of the Lun Dao platform had already "sizzled" like a soldering iron, but it didn't matter whether the fingertips were good-looking or not, round or how , A blood blister the size of a fingertip was directly scalded.

It is true that Su Zhen has no strength. He doesn't have much spiritual power in his body, and he forcefully breathes out to absorb the fire spiritual power. This is no longer a simple retrograde movement.

Pointing his fingertips to the ground did not borrow any useful strength at all. When he stood up, his pubic region relieved his strength, and his whole body lost support, and he was about to fall forward when he staggered. He only felt that Tan Qing's breath that had been surrounding him suddenly seemed like a The coolness wrapped in water mist rushed towards his face, supported his shoulders, and became his support: "Die you."

From Su Zhen's ears, it was cool and gentle, like the shade of a tree under the scorching sun, with a fresh fragrance of flowers, covering his whole body.

"Can you control the sword?" As soon as Tan Qing asked this, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth again. Have you ever seen a "human being" control the sword?He frowned and called out, and the flying sword that had been abandoned on the Dao Discussion Platform stopped firmly at his feet.Tan Qing's five fingers slightly curled up and then opened again, trying to expand the one he was controlling, only to realize that he was just a flying sword that could be seen everywhere on the Taoist platform, without that configuration at all.

His "Jiuxiaoqin" can carry two people, but... Tan Qing looked up and down at the person he was supporting: he was not a beauty, nor was he a younger brother, and he was still ruining himself in the future in the book, stabbing himself with a sword Die, although you deserve to die, but who let you be the one who occupies this shell now?

It's not bad if he is willing to save Suzhen, put his talisman under his feet?He's not a masochist.

He made a sword art, and the flying sword that had just stopped at his feet lost its strength to control and fell to the ground. What took its place was a great and incompetent epee—the original owner's magic weapon "Life and Death" sword"

"Come up." Tan Qing stepped on it. He didn't have much pity for the original owner's things. He usually said: "There must be something pitiful for a hateful person." The original owner didn't have a single hair on his body. From birth to death, it fully interprets what is called "human nature is evil."

Together with the head of the Fengming sect, he robbed talented monks and imprisoned them as furnaces.

As soon as this thought came to mind, he couldn't help but look at the obviously weak Su Zhen beside him, the person who was almost regarded as a furnace by the head and the original owner in the book.

There is a reason that he has been unable to figure out. Shouldn't passing on the skill furnace be a woman's business?How to harvest Yin to supplement Yang?It's all gone out, can you suck it back up?

Obviously it is to pick up yang and nourish yin.

Let's talk about the two men, to be reasonable, who will let who play?Shouldn't it be that people who are infused with Yang Yuan benefit so much?That means the head is below... Tsk tsk, what about the dignity of a man?

The author didn't write in detail, and he also broke up with the head of the sect when he came here. It's really difficult to know the answer.

He was thinking about this eternal problem, but Suzhen finally recognized the "Sword of Life and Death" under his feet, and refused to go up: "This is your inheritance."

Tan Qing simply lifted him up: "Too much nonsense."

After all, it is an inheritance, and it flies much faster than that ordinary saber. In those five years, I pondered too much, what Suzhen likes to eat, what is his temperament, and the origin of the treasure of the whole body, and where did it come from? He thought about the family thoroughly.

Therefore, without even thinking about other places, Yujian flew directly to the hanging mountain behind the West Pool Hall. Otherwise, there are too many weird and bizarre things in the cultivation world. Hanging mountains that do not stand in the water but hang in the air.

It seems that a fairy mountain appeared here out of thin air, with birds, beasts and insects chirping on the mountain, clouds and cliffs and waterfalls, all of which are complete. There is a gathering spirit array on the mountain, which absorbs the spiritual power of water from the sky and supplies the waterfall with flowing water.

The waterfall full of spiritual power splashes into the sea, this is why the Fengming sect is built in the sea but is full of spiritual power.

Tan Qing also unceremoniously flew directly to the deep pool at the top of the waterfall, and threw the town on the sword into the cold pool: "The water here is full of spiritual power, and this is the place where you should practice."

The spiritual power is indeed abundant, Tan Qing rubbed his hands on the sword and thought, such pure spiritual power can only be absorbed by Su Zhen, his song can make the ancestor of the strange demon weak for a period of time, and the magic power has already enlarged his veins , he is like a wide-headed water tank at this time, as long as there is a suitable amount of spiritual power, there is no reason why it cannot be absorbed.

He simply went down and found a grassy place to meditate, leaning against a big tree, the frost covered his hair in a short while, he was so cold that he couldn't even settle down, thinking that such a difficult cultivation method, only the protagonist can do it .

And himself?Tan Qing snorted softly, tried again, and found that her body was like a hard disk with a download speed of 1kb, and she couldn't download it even though it was full of resources.

He simply stood up, took two steps forward, and rubbed his hands coldly, wanting to see if the "rengan" he threw in the cold pool had come back to life.

But he heard a soft voice behind him: "Brother Tan Qing?"

Turning his head, not far behind him, a thin junior brother was holding a jade bottle in his hand, looking at him with dodgy eyes.

Seeing that Tan Qing turned his head away, his eyes were full of hope, because he hadn't seen anyone for a long time, even though he missed seeing his old friend, he only took two steps forward boldly.

Don't dare to approach again.

"Yang Yan?" Facing this person, he always felt guilty: "I haven't seen you for five years, how are you?"

"It's pretty good." Yang Yan's mouth twitched: "It's pretty good."

He pointed at the jade bottle in Tan Qingyang's hand: "All the water for the head is handed over to me."

Tan Qing pursed his lips, looking at the condensed frost between Yang Yan's brows, almost crushing his eyelashes: This is what kind of favor, if he is really favored, why would he let him, a disciple who draws breath into his body, come here To fetch water in a cold place?

But when the words came to his mouth, Tan Qing couldn't utter a word: Isn't he favored? As a furnace, the head is not like those demons who are thorny and not afraid of being pointed out by his side. Hiding it, using a broken one for another, can make the furnace come out to meet people...

Isn't it pampered?

Perhaps Tan Qing's face was too ugly, Yang Yan changed the subject: "Don't talk about me, but you, after five years of retreat, have your injuries healed?"