Daoists will flirt with me if they disagree

Guo Sanfeng felt that he and Zhixin were really wrong, this night was not called double cultivation at all, it was very appropriate to call it a night of spring/night.

In the two hours after he took the Huansheng Pill, Zhixin really didn't waste any time. He slapped him up, down, left, and right, and he finally experienced the body. It has been experienced with perseverance.

Especially when he wanted to change the dual cultivation position and slap fellow daoists, Zhuo Xin's face sank, and he inserted the two wooden nails that Guo Sanfeng had just cut out in the afternoon into the wooden wall, and hung him on it with a belt to open the hanging slap new pose...

This is unreasonable, obsession is nothing more than a boy who is older and has higher Taoism, so why did he hang up?Guo Sanfeng was not convinced by the pa, and immediately called cut after two hours had passed.

"Master Daoist, did you not take your medicine?" Guo Sanfeng was in a trance, thinking that he was not the one who was sick but a persistent Daoist, and he didn't know whether the collapse of the human body could be saved or not.

"Eat." Zhixin untied the rope from Guo Sanfeng's hand, while carefully looking at the slender wrist, said in a low voice.

"Ah?... What kind of medicine?" Guo Sanfeng was taken aback for a moment. Is there really something wrong with Zhixin's body?

"Dayang Pill."

"..."

The name of this medicine does not look like a serious medicine. Guo Sanfeng never expected that if you are not wrong, you have already shaken the world...

However, apart from being surprised and sighing, he was more shy and secretly happy. This act of obsession was tantamount to declaring that he was a charming little fairy, so he couldn't help but feel a little smug.

Guo Sanfeng lay lazily on the bed, his eyes sparkled and his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked lazy and satisfied.

Zhixin turned his head and found the Tao Xun from his clothes, and handed it to Guo Sanfeng: "This is for you."

Guo Sanfeng took it curiously, he had only seen this thing in TV dramas, and it was the first time he saw the real thing, so he fiddled with it over and over again.

"This is what I carried with me when we first met." Zhixin's tone was very gentle, and even his usually upright face softened, "You also wrote the music score, and let Liu Lanxi play the piano to match me. .”

"..." Guo Sanfeng lowered his neck, and slowly turned the Tao Xun. It turned out that this was the bond between Zhixin and Shi Lanting...

He was patronizing all kinds of styles just now, but now thinking of Shi Lanting, his heart immediately became blocked.He didn't speak, and he didn't open his mouth.

"Master Daoist, when are we going to Qiutang County?" Guo Sanfeng knew that asking this question made him feel even worse, but he still couldn't help looking for abuse.

"I also want to discuss it with you. Let's leave as soon as possible. I will let my disciples take turns teaching the white horse demon. You can rest assured."

Sure enough, Zhixin still hopes that he will find all the souls to reincarnate as soon as possible...

Guo Sanfeng nodded: "The priest has a heart."

It seems that everything is under the control of the persistent Taoist...

"What's wrong?" Zhixin stared at Guo Sanfeng and asked suddenly.

Guo Sanfeng put the Tao Xun aside, raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Master, what do you think of Shi Lanting's personality back then?"

"..." Zhixin pondered for a while, as if he was deliberating, "When you and I first met, I really didn't like you, and fortunately, I remember everything about you." Zhixin raised his hand, and put his palm on Guo Sanfeng on his cheek, "I really like the way you look now."

Zhixin's 'like' is so frank, Guo Sanfeng is afraid that he doesn't know the truth, so he said such a thing...

"Is it because... I did a ghost and you found that I am different from when I was alive?" Guo Sanfeng restrained himself step by step, but he couldn't control himself.

Zhixin put down the hand that was on Guo Sanfeng's face, and took Guo Sanfeng's hand instead: "No, I know you are very good."

"Is he that good?" Guo Sanfeng's throat was sore.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words, Zhixin grabbed his hand and shook it forcefully: "What did you say?"

Guo Sanfeng was already sad in his heart, but when he was grasped by Zhixin again, tears almost burst out, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

A look of joy appeared on Zhixin's face: "This is the last sentence you said before you were alive. Do you remember the past?"

Is he that good?

It turned out that these words were Shi Lanting's last words.

"You were hit by my Demon Sword, holding the blade in your hand and asking me 'Is he that good?' After that, I have been thinking about it for many years and I don't know what you mean." Zhixin said.

After thinking about it for many years, he couldn't figure out what this meant. Guo Sanfeng was not Shi Lanting's original ghost. It was the first time he knew that the ghost he had disguised himself had left such a last word.

However, after everything that happened in Qiutang County, both of them already knew the meaning of this sentence.

Zhixin had a far-sighted gaze, but he didn't go any further.

Guo Sanfeng lowered his head, looking at Zhixin's hands that were intertwined with his.

That 'he' should refer to Liu Lanxi.

When they met Liu Lanxi for the first time in Qiutang County, Liu Lanxi and Zhixin disputed their hands inadvertently. The pond outside Liu Lanxi's Qin Pavilion, now that I think about it, Shi Lanting must have been hurt by what he saw in his lifetime.

Shi Lanting fell into the water because he saw Zhixin holding hands with Liu Lanxi, and when he died, he also thought that Zhixin liked Liu Lanxi...

Guo Sanfeng felt that he was comparable to the fusion of the famous detective Conan and Sherlock Holmes. With the help of clues, he pieced together the love triangle between Shi Lanting, Zhixin and Liu Lanxi. However, there was no joy in his heart, and there was only endless sadness.

This circle is too chaotic, and he himself was also involved, now the triangle has become a four-corner, and it is even more chaotic...

If you ignore him, he will go mad!

Guo Sanfeng withdrew his hand from Zhixin's palm, looked at Zhixin and said, "Shi Lanting's remaining souls are more than four."

Zhixin stretched out his index finger suspiciously and tapped Guo Sanfeng's forehead, this action is what Zhixin does every day, Guo Sanfeng is afraid that one day he will be pierced by Zhixin's finger.But now he is focused on smashing the jar, honestly waiting for the obsession to finish so that he can continue to lose his horse.

Zhixin withdrew his finger: "You have three souls and three souls now, and one soul is in the music score."

Guo Sanfeng shook his head: "I'm not Shi Lanting, and I have an incomplete soul. For some reason, I merged with Shi Lanting's remnant soul, so I don't know what happened between Shi Lanting and you before his death." Guo Sanfeng suddenly felt a rush of joy when he said a word, heh.

"My name is Guo Sanfeng. I'm afraid I won't come out until you find Shi Lanting's soul, Fellow Daoist."

In order to show that he was really not Shi Lanting, Guo Sanfeng sat on the edge of the bed and raised his legs, and put his chin on his knees with one hand, watching the face of Zhixin Daoist from yellow to white and then back again. yellow.

He waited for the fellow Taoist to stretch out his hand and shout "No, what you said is not true", or to hold his head in his hands in pain and shake it like a rattle.

Of course, he knew that this was impossible, and he also knew that no matter how this fellow Taoist reacted or did anything, he would not feel well, so he was secretly so nervous that his head was about to explode.

In fact, apart from changing his face, Zhixin just looked at Guo Sanfeng expressionlessly for half a cup of tea, then he stood up and left.

Guo Sanfeng's mind was blank, and after Zhixin left, he still maintained that sitting posture, and sat withered all night.

"Master, have breakfast!" Wuming said loudly as he pushed open the wooden door of Guo Sanfeng's bedroom and walked in.

The safety factor of his house is too low, anyone would just push the door and enter, Guo Sanfeng finally changed his sitting position very annoyed: "Don't eat."

"Master, what's that?" Wuming's filial piety as an apprentice was to finish preparing meals for the master. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two nails nailed to the wooden board facing the door.

Guo Sanfeng raised his hand, and the two nails fell into his hand automatically, and he handed one to Wuming: "I will teach you swordsmanship today."

"Okay!" Wuming was very happy, and his two long legs planed twice on the ground like a horse's hoof, holding the wooden sword like a nail in his hand.

"Hey—" Wuming hadn't looked at it carefully before Guo Sanfeng replaced the small wooden sword with a trick.

"What's wrong, Master?" Wuming looked at Guo Sanfeng in confusion.

Guo Sanfeng stared at the sword in Wuming's hand with mischievous eyes, and even reached out and turned over: "This is yours."

Wuming looked at the sword replaced by Guo Sanfeng in doubt: "What's the difference?"

"...Well..." Guo Sanfeng moved his hand, and covered the small wooden sword in his hand behind his back again, his eyes rolled wildly, and finally choked out, "That one was opened by Daoist Zhixin, here it is for you."

"Thank you, Master!" Wuming was very moved, and knelt directly to Guo Sanfeng with his knees on the ground.

Guo Sanfeng asked Wuming to get up with a guilty conscience, and drove him out for dinner.

Fortunately, this stunned young apprentice was easy to fool, Guo Sanfeng sighed for a while, took out the sword from behind, and rubbed it on the bed sheet again and again.

Fuck, there are still two drops of that on this little wooden sword, this is the one that was enlightened by Zhixin...

After the disappearance of Perseverance, he didn't reappear for a month. Guo Sanfeng thought to give fellow Taoists some time to calm down, so he guarded Zizai Lu to teach Wuming, the only disciple of Zizai Sect.

Wuming especially valued the small wooden sword that was "opened by the Daoist Zhixin", and he made gestures every day and night, and practiced the sword manual given by Guo Sanfeng.

From time to time, Guo Sanfeng would use the name of the test to let Wuming sneak into Qingfeng Temple to steal all kinds of food.

Until spring returned to the earth, the branches turned green and wild vegetables grew, Guo Sanfeng began to let Wuming go to the vegetable garden to steal vegetables.

On this day, Guo Sanfeng used the yellow paper and cinnabar talisman that his apprentice stole from Qingfeng Guan to draw talismans, and he planned to start teaching Wuming how to use talismans.

"Where is the young master?" Someone outside the house shouted loudly.

Guo Sanfeng opened the door and came out, standing outside was a little Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe, he knew him, it was his memory of helping him build a house after he left the view last time.

Guo Sanfeng was overjoyed, and there was a slight smile on his face: "It turns out that you are Daoist Cunnian, why are you here?"

Cun Nian held a piece of something under his arm, and he gently put it on the ground.

Only then did Guo Sanfeng see clearly that it was his stunned young apprentice, Wuming.

Wuming probably also knew that he was ashamed of his master at this moment, he hung his head and said nothing, only his white pointed ears were a little red.

Guo Sanfeng understood that he must have been caught stealing vegetables, he cupped his hands at Cunnian: "I'm not strict with this wretch, it's all my fault, but it's up to the priest to deal with it."

Wuming jumped on the soles of his feet, Cun Nian helped him with one hand, and said apologetically, "Young master, I misunderstood. Recently, my vegetable garden has been damaged repeatedly. I was furious for a while, and asked the hunter at the foot of the mountain to ask for traps to spread in the vegetable garden. I didn’t want to hurt him, it’s really my fault.”

Wuming jumped on one leg, half leaning on Cunnian, blushing, and called out in a low voice: "Master."

Guo Sanfeng glanced at Wuming, thinking that spring is here, and his white horse apprentice is in heat.

It's been a long time, so it's natural to look at everything.

Guo Sanfeng turned to look at Cun Nian, Cun Nian had a frank and calm face, quite like his teacher, his apprentice's road to love was going to be bumpy.

"This is a matter between you, you can settle it yourself." Guo Sanfeng said in his heart, apprentice, as a teacher, I can only help you here.

Cun Nian was really grand, and turned to ask Wuming: "Where is your bed? I will help you in, and I will come to help you apply medicine every day from now on."

Wuming stood still on one leg, and said loudly to Cunnian: "I will handle it myself, I won't bother you." After speaking, he jumped to his room with all his strength.

Cunnian looked at his back, but said goodbye to Guo Sanfeng without making any further movements.

"Hey, Daoist Cunnian, how is your master these days?" Guo Sanfeng hesitated for a moment, and asked with an old face.

"Master has retreated a month ago."

what?

Cun Nian has already saluted and left, but Guo Sanfeng is still in place.

Dedicated friends don't care about him

The author has something to say:

Guo Sanfeng's two small swords, he insisted on "opening the light" for himself, but he didn't have the nameless one.