The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Ye Bingran clutched his chest, his throat felt sweet, and he spat out blood.

"Sword Master!!!"

The disciples of Jianzong shouted loudly, wanting to step forward to stop them.

"Stay here, everyone," Ling Mushan raised his sword and stood in the way, with a gentle smile on Qingjun's face, "The Immortal Monarch's punishment must not be interfered by anyone, I hope you all proceed with caution."

Seeing this, other Qingling disciples surrounded him, and the scene became tense instantly.

Shen Liuxiang didn't know anything about what was going on below, and focused on whipping with all his attention.

High corner.

Ling Dan hissed in fear: "Tell me, Shen Xianjun used a little bit of strength."

Ling Yue snorted coldly and said nothing.

Ling Hua's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out two index fingers, one horizontal and one vertical, "Ten."

It is not so easy to beat Ye Bingran to kneel on the ground with a single whip, and Shen Liuxiang seems to be hitting harder and harder, just hearing the sound of whipping makes one's heart skip a beat.

"One hundred whips!"

Taking a long breath, Shen Liuxiang wrapped the blood-stained whip around his wrist, walked to Ye Bingran, and squatted down, "I want this gentleman to help you up."

Ye Bingran looked up at him, his eyes were cold: "No need."

"That's right," Shen Liuxiang smiled lightly, "I am still able to walk when I come out of Sifang Pond, but the sword master has only received a mere hundred whips, so how could he not be able to stand up?"

As he spoke, he pressed Ye Bingran's shoulder and heard a muffled groan.

The corners of Shen Liuxiang's lips hooked lightly: "Although Jianzun has whip wounds all over his body, it's sweet to think about it."

Dressed in white, he hurried over.

Shen Liu stood up, looked down at Ye Bingran, "I can be considered the beauty of an adult, see you in the future, invite me to drink a glass of wine and express my gratitude."

Ye Bingran was lifted up from the ground by Su Baiche, until he left the high platform, his cold eyes were fixed on him.

Shen Liuxiang turned a deaf ear.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The man in blue rushed forward and was dodged by his figure, "Don't touch it, my whole body hurts."

Beating people is tiring work.

His hands were sore and his legs were numb, and the wound was a little cracked.

"You bastard!" Ling Hua couldn't control his excitement, "Now that I can deal with Ye Bingran ruthlessly, I finally found my way back!"

Shen Liuxiang supported his forehead and sighed. For a moment, he seemed to have a lot of emotion: "After entering the Sifang Pond, I became less optimistic."

"If I knew the blood pool had such magical effects, I would have thrown you in it a long time ago."

"..."

"I killed you."

Su Baiche's eyes were slightly red, and he supported Ye Bingran with both hands, almost crying, "I shouldn't be curious, obviously with my current physique, I can't even practice middle-level spells, let alone forbidden spells."

Ye Bingran turned his head sideways, his eyes fell on the cold and beautiful face: "It has nothing to do with you,"

The sky was gloomy.

Ye Bing stepped into the thin snow with his boots on the ground, and walked forward slowly, "Although the sound of sinking into Sifangchi is his own fault, it is ultimately related to me, so he feels resentful. If there is no such thing, he will find an opportunity to take revenge. "

Su Baiche showed a look of guilt, was silent for a while, and said softly: "I have medicine for healing, let's go when the injury is better."

Ye Bingran nodded slightly.

At Chaoyun Peak, a white crane spread its wings and flew over, and screams came from below.

"Take it easy! Take it easy! It hurts—"

The black-clothed boy had a sullen face, and he moved his hands as quickly as possible, so as not to become deaf before he finished applying the medicine.

Shen Liuxiang lay on the soft brocade couch, unbuttoned half of his clothes, Zhou Xuanlan held down his thin white arm with one hand, and applied ointment with the other hand.

"Ling Dan deceived me!"

"Swaggering is a top-level magical tool. Naturally, wounds under the sword will not heal easily. Jinling ointment is already a good medicine, but to heal the wound, some pain is inevitable." Zhou Xuanlan said, accidentally exerting some force on his fingertips .

Shen Liuxiang shuddered all over and moaned in pain, like a dead fish that had been silent for a while.

"...Master?"

Shen Liuxiang buried his face in the pillow, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and after a while, a muffled voice came out: "Continue wiping, finish wiping the left side, and the right arm."

I knew so.

It's time to prepare some animal blood and splash it on your body, why is it so miserable!

"By the way, thank you," Shen Liuxiang said suddenly, "If it wasn't for the soul-protecting clothes, I would lose half my life."

Zhou Xuanlan's subordinates paused, and after a while, he said in a neutral tone: "Master, you are serious. After all, you have given your whole family to this disciple."

There was a little resentment in the words.

Shen Liuxiang understood, and turned his head: "I didn't lie to you, except for ostentation, there is only that Lingshi left... and Chaoyun Peak, but it's useless to give it to you."

As a fairy king, Shen Liuxiang's instruments, magic pills, and spirit stones are naturally not lacking, but he couldn't stand it all these years, and he threw himself at Ye Bingran with all his might.

Now there is not even a single spirit grass left in the entire Chaoyun Peak.

Today Shen Liuxiang turned the room upside down, picked up a spirit stone under the bed, and gave it to Zhou Xuanlan together with the storage bag tied around his waist.

"If you don't believe me, you can just search in the room."

Zhou Xuanlan ignored it, and pressed the restless thin arm, and wiped the last bit of Jinling ointment on it.

Shen Liuxiang turned his head to look at the pile of medicines on the table: "Is the medicine Ling Dan gave me particularly precious? What's the price in the market? Also, look at the white jade porcelain on the window sill, is it worth some money?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Master is really short of money?"

"Of course it's true." Shen Liuxiang looked at his apprentice with burning eyes, full of hope, "By the way, your direct disciple must have a lot of money every month."

The sight of a wolf like a tiger landed precisely on the storage bag on the boy's waist.

The room was silent for a moment.

Seeing Zhou Xuanlan's froze expression, Shen Liuxiang let out a low laugh, got up from the brocade couch, put on his clothes, "Don't worry, I'm not so mad as a teacher."

Zhou Xuanlan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard Shen Liuxiang continue: "You can just lend me some in the future, and I will give you an IOU. I am very creditable as a teacher."

"..."

The setting sun from the sky shines into the room through the window screen, and falls golden on the table.

Shen Liuxiang took a sip of tea, leaned against the window, the black hair on his shoulders was slightly swayed by the wind, his black eyelashes drooped, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuanlan said, "If Master has nothing important to do, this disciple will leave first."

It's time for him to leave, his residence is far away from Chaoyun Peak, if he doesn't hurry back, it will be dark.

"Something happened."

The porcelain cup was placed on the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips: "I'm hungry, I don't pick where there is food, I just eat chicken, duck and fish for dinner, dessert and cakes after dinner, just drink sweet wine."

"Master has already passed the bigu state."

"But I'm really hungry," Shen Liuxiang touched his stomach with the soft clothes on, "Listen, Gulu~gulu~gulu~"

The corners of Zhou Xuanlan's mouth twitched. He probably never thought that a dignified generation of immortals would pretend to be hungry here as a rascal. "There is no food in the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty, only fruits."

The voice fell.

He saw the word despair written on Shen Liuxiang's face.

Shen Liuxiang's heart turned cold.

He has been in the entertainment industry for many years, in order to maintain his figure and appearance, his manager would not even allow him to eat a chicken leg. He still remembers it vividly, and on his birthday, he added two prawns to his meal...

Now that he could finally open his belly, he actually told him that there was nothing to eat!

Depressed for a while, Shen Liuxiang sighed, took out three sticks of incense from under the table, and stared devoutly.

"Master, you can't eat that!" the boy said anxiously.

Shen Liuxiang turned his head, his eyes fell on Zhou Xuanlan, and he blinked in disbelief.

Has his image in the disciple's heart become a fool?

"What are you thinking! I'll return the soul armor!"

The place where the soul armor is located is really unexpected.

There is a deserted tomb in the back mountain of Lingzong in Qing Dynasty, and no one has ever paid attention to it. When Shen Liuxiang went there in the daytime, there was a dusty coffin board on the road. The soul guard was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was placed in a half-open coffin In the middle, the surrounding weeds are overgrown, forming a natural barrier.

The bright moon hangs high, and unknown insects are heard from deep in the forest.

"Just send it here." Ye Bingran stopped and turned his head, his stern face was somewhat gentle, "It's cold in the night, go back to rest earlier."

Su Baiche handed him a jade bottle, hesitant to speak.

"Don't worry, the medicine you concocted is very good,"

Ye Bingran's face was pale, but he exuded a cold and sharp aura that could not be ignored, like a cold sword drawn out of its sheath.

"These whips are nothing more than mediocre."

Su Baiche raised his eyes, his cold face was as beautiful as a banished fairy against the moonlight, no one would lose his mind if he looked at it.

Such a beautiful woman blamed herself: "I caused you to be hurt..."

Ye Bingran's mind moved slightly, and he couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to touch the cheek of the person in front of him, but before he could move, a tearing pain came from his shoulder and back.

He broke out in a cold sweat, abruptly withdrew his hand as if he had woken up, turned and left without further words.

Su Baiche looked at the back that was getting further and further away, his eyes changed slightly, and an expression of exasperation appeared on his face.

After walking a hundred steps, there was a faint smell of incense being blown by the night wind, Ye Bingran frowned slightly, turned a corner and walked towards the dark place in the forest.

"The disciple borrowed the soul-protecting clothes during the day and came here to return them."

Shen Liuxiang put back the soul-protecting clothes, and made the surrounding grass, leaves and branches into their original appearance, "It happened for a reason, senior, don't blame me."

After finishing speaking, he lit three sticks of incense and stuck them in front of a stone.

"Disciple is ashamed of disturbing senior's rest. I specially found three good incense sticks to offer to you. I hope you will forgive me for your rude behavior."

After Shen Liuxiang finished the ceremony, he planned to find a place to sit down and wait for Zhou Xuanlan, but he squinted and saw a piece of dry grass that was as tall as a man, swaying left and right in the wind, and the afterimage on the ground danced like a ghost.

Only then did he realize that the surroundings were eerily quiet.

In this world, there is only the rustling sound of the wind passing through the woods.

"..." Shen Liuxiang swallowed.

If he had known earlier, Zhou Xuanlan should be with him instead of letting him pick the fruit.

A moment of silence.

Shen Liuxiang moved his feet, approached the burning incense, and looked at the three tiny sparks in the night, "Senior must have been a generous person in his lifetime. If you accept these three incense sticks, I will regard you as forgiven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the half-burned incense suddenly went out.

"?!"

In the silence, Shen Liuxiang laughed dryly, and re-ignited them one by one, "It's very windy tonight, senior, be careful to catch a cold."

Nourishing.

The spark went out again.

Everything around was silent, and even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace.

Shen Liuxiang couldn't laugh anymore.

He lit it carefully, squatted in front of the three incense sticks, raised his hands to protect the weak Mars, and said in a trembling voice, "Senior must be testing the disciple's sincerity, it's okay, the disciple's heart is more..."

It's gone out again!

Shen Liuxiang was completely dumbfounded, and a chill came up behind him.

He took a step back, clasped his hands together, raised them high above his head, and closed his eyes tightly: "If you think this incense is not to your liking, it's okay! When the disciple's apprentice comes back from picking the fruit, he will present three to five apples to the senior... plus A sweet pear!"

"a bunch of grapes!"

"banana!"

……

Leaning on the tree, Ye Bingran couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, I froze for the first time.

After entering the Sifang Pool, the reason why he was still alive and kicking afterward was found. Shen Liuxiang had a soul-protecting suit on his body.

But at this moment, he was not a bit annoyed.

Shen Liuxiang has indeed changed a lot, like a different person... Afraid of ghosts and gods, who can believe it?Moreover, what a treasure the soul guard is, he didn't take it for himself, but returned it in the middle of the night.

Ye Bingran was a little confused.

At this moment, a young figure appeared, holding various kinds of fruits.

Shen Liuxiang was so excited that he rushed forward.

Zhou Xuanlan turned sideways indifferently, protecting the picked fruit, "You can satisfy your hunger soon, Master, don't worry."

"No, no, no," Shen Liuxiang pointed at the extinguished incense, "This place is haunted!"

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, and then his eyes turned cold, kicking up a stone and swishing it towards a certain place in the forest, "Who is it?"

The leaves are falling, and there is no one on the branches.

"Master, can you notice something strange?"

"No." When Zhou Xuanlan came back, Shen Liuxiang relaxed, and even picked the fruit leisurely.

He picked up the orange, took a bite, and his eyes lit up.

This kumquat is sweet, mellow, and delicious like never before. "It's so delicious no matter how it is grown."

Zhou Xuanlan showed hesitation, and vaguely sensed that there was someone here, but Master Yuanying couldn't find it. He was only in the foundation building stage, so how could he have such abilities.

"Master's spiritual sense hasn't caught any movement."

Shen Liuxiang squatted on the ground to eat oranges, his white fingers dipped in some orange juice, and blinked blankly when he heard this, "What is spiritual consciousness?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "..."

He needs to be alone.