Sword Qi Hengqiu

"Of course." Bu Fanshuang gave him a strange look, "One day he will die by my hands, and he can only die by my hands."

"You two... Have a grudge?"

"No." Bu Fanshuang crossed his legs and leaned on the chair, "I admire him, there are too few people in this world who can fight me inextricably, and those who can match me in strength can understand me He is the only one, so he must die by my hands."

Feng Qiongye was stunned by his Master Mozun's thoughts and didn't answer for a while, he was dumbfounded for a long time before slowly asking: "Then... what does Master Xianzun think?"

"Since they are my confidants, they naturally think the same." Bu Fanshuang glanced at him lazily, "Sleeping is sleeping, killing is killing, they should not be confused. Apprentice, you have to understand this."

Feng Qiongye shook her head in horror: "I still don't understand! There is no relationship between you two?"

"There is definitely one point." Bu Fanshuang explained tirelessly, "But I can only say that I like it, and it's not between lovers. I don't know exactly what kind it is, and you don't have to think about it. In short, if you say yes You can't live and die together, that's a joke."

"...I don't want to understand the thoughts of your gods." Feng Qiongye flinched, "Then why did you bring him back?"

"First, I only like to fight with him in his heyday. Since I want to kill him, I must help him recover from his injuries. Second, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him a little. Let him be by my side before he dies. It's not bad either." Bu Fanshuang supported her head and said with a smile, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"...What if someone else kills him or pursues him?"

"Of course I killed him." Bu Fanshuang wrote lightly, "Everyone I touch is mine, and life and death belong to me. If someone else wants to get involved? Then I can only send him to the King of Hades. Is it okay? Then it's my turn asked."

Feng Qiongye was shocked, and immediately sat up straight: "Second Master, if you ask, I will tell you everything."

"Just tell me the story you told." Bu Fanshuang's eyebrows were bright, but Feng Qiongye looked like a snake, he smiled, "Let's talk about you and Ying Cangshan, and talk about me and your great master. "

As he spoke, he pondered for a moment, and added: "Is there anything written in the book that can heal Ah Jin's injury?"

Ling Rangjin had just woken up, and before she opened her eyes, she smelled a scent of flowers at the end of her nose.He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the vase on the small table beside the bed.He couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, raised his hand and took out one, and bit it in his mouth casually.

He got up and looked around, his clothes were taken away by Bu Fanshuang and washed.Although immortals don't sweat and don't get dusty, Ling Rangjin always likes to change clothes every day, and Bu Fanshuang didn't know how to remember it.It's just that he took the clothes, but forgot to keep another set.

Ling Rangjin stepped on the ground with bare feet, walked behind the screen, opened the cabinet, pulled out a black cloak, and put it on casually, without a belt, only the inner coat was open.Then he washed his face, pulled Bu Fanshuang's headband and tied down his long hair, then walked out barefoot with the flower that was between his lips.

As soon as he went out, a black cat rushed to his feet and meowed.Ling Rangjin recognized that this was Bu Fanshuang's subordinate, so he squatted down with a smile and asked, "Where did the Demon Lord go?"

The black cat looked at him for a while, then moved its tail and pointed in one direction.

Ling Rang smiled and thanked him, then went over there.The road is full of flowers.The falling flowers even fell on the ground, spreading out a tapestry, which was soft to step on.Ling Rangjin tugged on his outer cloak to block the mountain wind.Being blown by the wind, he coughed again.

Fortunately, the target building was close in front of him, so he quickened his pace and entered the house. There was no one on the first floor, but there was movement upstairs.He had just walked to the door on the second floor, and because of the cold outside and the warmth inside, he felt a little stuffy in his chest when he felt like coughing. Since he found a way to heal his wounds, but the world is in chaos and he has no intention of recuperating, that's why he hasn't recovered?"

Then there was Feng Qiongye's weak voice: "It was written in the original book that he was going to find some panacea, but he didn't go because of the world."

"What kind of medicine is it, do you still remember it?" Bu Fanshuang said, "Your appearance means that the development of this story has changed. I robbed Ah Jin halfway to prove it. You might as well say it. If I find it, I will let you go."

Ling Rang paused the hand that was about to push the door, he froze in place for a moment, collected his breath, and listened quietly.

Bu Fanshuang and Feng Qiongye in the house still didn't notice, Feng Qiongye scratched her hair: "Remember what it's called Jiuyuan Qionghua."

"I've never heard of that." Bu Fanshuang said leisurely, "But it's okay, do you have any other information?"

"No more. In fact, you and him are supporting roles. The immortal appeared as a gentle and gentle senior, and he was also the backer of the young master of Ying Cangshan. You were against the immortal from the beginning to the end. In the end, you and the villain joined hands to attack Ying Cangshan Hemianyuegu, when Yingcang Mountain was about to be breached, you happened to catch the Immortal Venerable, and your backhand was a righteous backstab, ah, I mean, you turned your back on the water and beat up your Demon Cultivation Alliance Don, I ran away overnight with the Immortal Venerable on my shoulders, and there will be no more stories about you after that."

Bu Fanshuang touched her chin: "Who is the villain?"

"The Desolate Sect."

"Then it's normal for me to beat him up against the water." Bu Fanshuang said lazily, "I didn't kill him directly, it's already a good deed for the demon cultivators."

Feng Qiongye asked cautiously: "Why?"

"He said before that he wanted to break into Mianyue Valley, and he captured Ah Jin to make a stove." Bu Fanshuang narrowed his eyes, but laughed like crazy, "How can this be done? Ah Jin can only be on my bed when he is alive, and die It can only be buried in my yard."

"Fanshuang's deep friendship really flatters Jin, it really makes me really moved." Suddenly a voice came from the door, and Bu Fanshuang looked back, and saw Ling Rangjin leaning against the door with his clothes loose, licking at him Hua smiled.

Bu Fanshuang looked at him, then at Feng Qiongye, Feng Qiongye jumped up knowingly, turned around and went downstairs.Ling Rangjin tilted his head slightly, seeing his cheap apprentice locked himself in the downstairs room, then turned around to see Bu Fanshuang waving at him.

With a smile in his heart, he walked over and sat on the chair beside Bu Fanshuang.

Bu Fanshuang looked at him with her chin in her hand, and suddenly said: "Hold out your hand, I'll show you."

Ling Rangjin was obedient like a cat, stretched out his wrist with low eyebrows, Bu Fanshuang pointed at each other, and suddenly frowned: "Demon energy enters the body?"

Ling Rang smiled and said: "Yes, the devil's qi hurts my heart, and it also counteracts my own clear qi. The two are constantly fighting in my body, so the external injury does not heal, and the internal injury continues."

"What is Jiuyuan Qionghua?" Bu Fanshuang asked without thinking.

Fortunately, Ling Rangjin eavesdropped on it for a while, and replied with lowered eyebrows: "I don't know, it shouldn't be until I know about this medicine."

Bu Fanshuang withdrew her hand, but said nothing, not knowing what she was thinking.Ling Rangjin was already used to his old rival's frenzied and quiet appearance, so he didn't make a sound, and followed suit in a daze.

Suddenly he felt a hand wrapped around his waist, and when he looked up, Ling Rangjin smiled gently and said, "What's wrong with the Demon Lord?"

"Aren't your feet cold?" Bu Fanshuang hugged him onto the soft couch, "Do you know just now that Tu'er said that you returned to the Immortal League for the sake of the world, so that your injuries were not healed, but there are still people in the Immortal Alliance who slander and suspect you? "

Ling Rangjin sighed with a smile: "Isn't this normal? What's so strange? I'm not for them."

Bu Fanshuang clasped his throat, fixed her eyes on Ling Rangjin, and said in a leisurely tone, "Even if you died in my hands, except for Ying Cangshan and the one downstairs, I'm afraid no one will avenge you."

"The young man in Yingcang Mountain used to follow me, and called me senior more or less. His heart is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he is the most affectionate. I believe he will avenge me. The one downstairs, although he has the name of master and apprentice, has no teacher. Fanshuang, don’t embarrass him.” Ling Rangjin was pinned to the core, but panicked, he half-lyed in Bu Fanshuang’s arms, and let his fingers tighten a little bit, “Why did Fanshuang suddenly hug me? Is it unfair?"

Bu Fanshuang didn't answer, but asked instead: "Do you know how to humiliate and destroy a person? The methods are different."

Ling Rangjin only looked at him with a smile.

Bu Fanshuang loosened his fingers, but did not move them away. His slender fingers were still stroking Ling Rangjin's Adam's apple: "Send knight-errant swordsmen to the temple, send noble literati to the harem, trap General Baisheng at the gate of the palace, and imprison the ascetic of the Qing Dynasty in the palace." Red dust."

He smiled: "Just like me, drag the immortal into the mud."

Ling Rang understood clearly: "If I was slandered by some people in the Immortal League first, I would lose the meaning of being a noble immortal and falling into the Demon Realm."

"More than that." Bu Fanshuang lowered her head and kissed Ling Rangjin's eyes, and lightly pressed her hand on Ling Rangjin's heart. With a little force on her fingers, fine bloodshot eyes immediately appeared on Ling Rangjin's chest: "That mud can only be called Bu Fanshuang."

He pressed his fingers harder, Ling Rangjin sighed softly in his heart, and suddenly raised his hand, holding a fan between his fingers, and pressed it against Bu Fanshuang's chin: "If you continue to go crazy, I'm afraid I will go to hell first, I can’t let you see me covered in dust.”

The jade fan in his hand shone slightly, and Bu Fanshuang's jaw was injured in an instant.

"Reciprocity." The immortal who was lying in the arms of the demon said with a smile.

Bu Fanshuang took a deep look at him, and suddenly smiled and said, "You know Feng Qiongye said that later generations thought I killed you, and you and I would never die without any affection, it's quite interesting to think about it."

He changed the subject, and Ling Rangjin then bypassed the previous words. Hearing what he said, Ling Rangjin lowered his eyes and said with a chuckle: "Later generations always speculate about the love and hatred of the ancients, and those who don't love have to make up a set that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods." The tragedy of love will be overthrown instead, otherwise wouldn’t there be no novelty?”

The two of them were talking, when they suddenly heard a commotion outside, which seemed to be the sound of sword dancing and martial arts.But Bu Fanshuang ignored it, and only lifted up Ling Rangjin's hand that had hurt Ling Rangjin just now, and gently licked away the blood on her fingertips.

It's just that he ignored it, but others came to him, only heard footsteps, the carved wooden door of the house was pushed open by Feng Qiongye, and the young man looked terrified: "Masters, save the disciples! Young Master Ying Cangshan came to see me!"