Young Master Jiang has a crush

Thing. "

Jiang Zongzi blushed and felt a dull pain in his buttocks.

Then, it began to rain again.Wanchong held up the umbrella, and the two walked slowly side by side through a silent old alley.

When approaching Jiang's mansion, Wanchong stopped at the corner, where the moss was faint and purple flowers were dotted.

Jiang Zongzi took half a step back and stood under the umbrella.

The oil-paper umbrella cast a shadow on Wanchong's face, and the rain glides over the surface of the umbrella, reflecting crystals inside the umbrella.Wan Chong lowered his face and asked gently: "What were you thinking along the way?"

"Oh." Jiang Zongzi was stunned for a moment, and replied without thinking, "I was thinking, I have to watch my second brother!" Since they are only picking non-immortal followers.

Wanchong was quite helpless: "...but your second brother is not a child."

Jiang Zongzi accentuated his tone self-consciously: "Well, keep an eye on him!"

It was Youshi when I returned to Jiang's mansion.Hungry, Jiang Zongzi slammed on the table begging for food.

The maids hurriedly reheated the dishes and brought them up.Mr. Wan said seriously: "Stand up."

Third Young Master Jiang pursed his lips, put down his chopsticks pitifully, stood up, and looked at Wanchong eagerly.

Mr. Wan scooped up a bowl of tender chicken soup, and slowly picked out all the shredded bamboo shoots inside. Jiang Zongzi swallowed with a hunger and thirst.

Mr. Wan picked up the blue-glazed porcelain bowl with his slender fingers, and blew: "How is the copy of Guang Yun?"

Jiang Zongzi didn't expect Wanchong to suddenly bring up this issue, and threatened: "...If you dare to say that you are not allowed to eat until you finish copying, I will do anything."

Wan Chong smiled very nicely, he was unbelievably warm amidst the aroma of the steaming food.So no matter what Mr. Wan said, Third Young Master Jiang felt extremely warm.

Mr. Wan said with a smile: "Your mouth is quite stiff, but I'm kind of looking forward to what you can do." After speaking, his mouth became hot.Jiang Zongzi hooked Wanchong's neck with his left hand, and kissed vigorously. With his right hand, he placed Wanchong's bowl of soup firmly on the table, and then put his arms around Mr. Wan's waist, deepening his hug.

After the kiss, Jiang Zongzi wiped his mouth with a domineering expression: "Are you satisfied?"

Wan Chong couldn't stop laughing, Mr. Jiang San's acting skills were too exaggerated.

"Wanziman!"

"Let's do this." Mr. Wan opened his eyes and smiled, "I don't make it difficult for you. If you write a poem with five micro-rhymes, it will be assumed that you know "Guang Yun"."

"Hey! How can there be such a thing?" The third young master Jiang pretended to be useless for a long time, and couldn't get out of the show for a while.

Smile: "Well, it's 13 yuan." Is this the head office?

"Are you kidding me?" Jiang Zongzi scratched Wanchong's armpit, "Okay, 13 yuan is 13 yuan!"

The two quarreled like children.Jiang Jixiu thought that Wan Ziman was finally not that masked deity.

Jiang Zongzi cheated: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. Passers-by on the road want to lose their souls. May I ask where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. How! What! How!"

"Jiang Zongzi, are you ashamed?" Wan Chong smiled, and fixed Jiang Zongzi, whose eyes were softened into puddles with water, in the red sandalwood armchair, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you still want to eat?"

"Ah..." Third Young Master Jiang opened his mouth.

☆, night time

Food and clothing and thinking.Third Young Master Jiang looked at Mr. Wan shyly and expectantly.

Mr. Wan is an upright gentleman, he straightened his clothes slowly, with a very gentle expression: "Tonight, there are still important things to do."

"Ah? To Wei Mansion?"

Mr. Wan shook his head with a smile.

What Wanchong said was to explore the teaching altar of immortality at night.

Seeing that Jiang Zongzi seemed a little disappointed, Wan Chong added understandingly: "It is recorded in the "Book of Ten Halls" that on the night of Qingming, the most grand sacrificial ceremony of the Immortal Fa Sect will be held at the Immortal Fa Sect. More than half of the immortals The Falun Gong will attend."

Jiang Zongzi finally pulled himself together and nodded vigorously: "Go, go!"

Jiang Zongzi once took out a map of the Immortal Teaching Altar from Youjia. To be cautious, he directly handed it over to Baijingtang at that time, and did not copy a copy to keep.

Therefore, before exploring the altar of immortality at night, Jiang Zongzi first drew a map of the altar from memory.Although the third young master Jiang has always boasted that he has a photographic memory, but it has been too long, he looked left and right, and he always felt that the map he drew was very distorted, so he wanted to check with Jiang Langji.

Wanchong and Jiang Zongzi came to Jiang Liumei's courtyard.Just past the Chuihua Gate, I heard Jiang Zonglian screaming in the room: "Jiang Langji, you are such an elm head!"

Jiang Zongzi was very excited when he heard this, and ran over to push open the door, only to see Jiang Zonglian's cheeks were flushed and bulging with anger, and Jiang Langji's forehead was pointing tremblingly with jade-like fingers.And that young man who was quite stable and heroic on weekdays now hangs his head helplessly, at a loss for what to do.

Seeing Wanchong and Jiang Zongzi come in, Jiang Zonglian stomped her feet and ran into the inner room angrily.

Jiang Lang stood silently on the spot for a while, and after a long breath, he turned his head to look at the two people standing by the door, and said in a depressed tone, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter with you two?" Jiang Zongzi jumped over happily and asked.

"The pear blossoms are blooming." Jiang Langji's face was full of sadness.

Jiang Zongzi was so disgusted that he trembled all over: "...so what?" Jiang Zongzi walked over and looked back at Wan Ziman, who was in his spare time, as if asking for help.Wan Ziman smiled back with a nonchalant smile.

The young man sat down at the mahogany square table: "It's like this. Miss Six wanted to see Pear Blossom a few days ago, because..." Jiang Langji suddenly paused, his expression changed slightly.He glanced at Wan Chong vigilantly, and said two words in Jiang Zongzi's ear in a low and mysterious voice, "Tomorrow night."

"Oh yes!" Jiang Zongzi's pupils dilated for a moment, obviously forgetting.

Wanchong walked over and asked, "What's going on tomorrow night?"

Fuck, your ears are too good, right?

"Obviously I'm not used to holding hands, why are you la la la..." Jiang Zongzi pretended to be stupid, and then pulled Jiang Langji's sleeves twice to cover up, "Alang, hurry up and continue!"

Jiang Langji instantly recovered his bitter expression: "Since I didn't go with me, Miss Six got angry. When I came back, I was full of congratulations to Mr. Long and congratulations to Mr. Younger."

"The newly appointed Minister of Rites?" Wan Chong sat down opposite the two, slowly pouring a cup of tea, his gaze behind the pastel teapot on the green ground was cool.

"Well, it's him."

Jiang Zongzi said angrily: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect, Jiang Zonglian is a little girl, and she has learned to think about spring? Ah——!" Jiang Zongzi avoided the vase that fell out of it in horror.Wan Chong rubbed his forehead with a calm expression, and immediately stood upright beside Jiang Liumei's Yaoqin, holding the vase in his hand.

Fuck, that's my man!

Jiang Langji had no choice but to lower his voice: "Just now I made a big move and said, 'Since the sixth lady is so happy to congratulate you, why don't you let the master find a matchmaker to talk about marriage.' She got angry." Jiang Langji said blankly. Lifting up his sleeves, he was pinched with a large bruise.

Jiang Zongzi deliberately used the volume he was speaking to Jiang Liumei to exaggerate: "Alang, how did your hand hurt like this! Huh! Heavy! You can't stay in this place! Come back with me!" A vase flew out of it again.Wanchong rubbed his forehead helplessly, flicked his fingers lightly, changed its direction, and the vase placed itself on the shelf with a "swish".

Then, Jiang Zonglian came out angrily.She glared at Jiang Zongzi and Wanchong angrily, rolled up Jiang Langji's sleeve angrily to take a look, then stomped her feet angrily, and dragged him into the inner room.

"Boom!" The door was closed.

Third Young Master Jiang had a comforting and kind smile like an elder: "It's nice to be young."

Wanchong smiled: "Do you still remember what you are here for?"

Jiang Zongzi was startled, broke down and knocked on the door: "Jiang Langji, come out!"

However no response was received.

It was completely dark.

Jiang Zongzi looked frustrated: "Did the sacrifice start at Haishi?"

"Yeah." Wan Chong smiled.

What are you laughing at!

Jiang Zongzi drooped his head: "Forget it..." Lifting his face, he already had the confidence to regroup, "Then let's go!"

☆, in the cloud altar

Following the expected route, Wanchong and Jiang Zongzi soon came to the top of the pavilion near the Yuntan.

The first moon was faint, and the two shadows were submerged in the night.

There are three layers of white marble round platforms in the altar of clouds. Nearly a hundred red candles are lit on the white jade railings around each layer. The motionless light in the breeze and rain spreads a strange and gloomy feeling.On the round platform, there were kneeling disciples of the Immortal Law, all wearing red cloaks, with their heads bowed and hands folded.

At this time, the top of the nine-storey square hall dimly lights up, reflecting a small piece of gilded copper tiles.

Wanchong and Jiang Zongzi were in a low place, and hurriedly leaned over and held their breath.

Jiang Zongzi quickly glanced upwards, his pupils constricted immediately.

The person standing on the top of the nine-story square hall, his large red and black cloak covered his figure, and the brim of his hat covered his eyes.He held a golden scepter in his hand, and the light came from the huge night pearl inlaid on the end of the scepter.Jiang Zongzi lowered his head with a stiff neck, replaying the scene in his mind, half of his rosy face and two frosty beards were exposed under the brim of the cloak that was blood-colored.

"Master Song!" Jiang Zongzi said to Wanchong with a breathy voice.

Wan Chong's eyes suddenly deepened.

Master Song slowly raised the golden scepter above his head with both hands.

Those believers obviously lowered their faces, but at the moment Master Song fixed the scepter in the air, they all straightened up and knelt down.

The time of a stick of incense passed in silence like a ghost.

Wanchong didn't expect that with Jiang Zongzi's temperament, he could also lie in ambush without making a sound.

Suddenly, in the air, there was the sound of hundreds of people singing together.The tone was eerie and long, fluctuating in height and height, coincident with the slope of the light rain, and paused in the eaves and gutters to form a whirl.You can see the lower half of the face of the group of believers.Jiang Zongzi half-closed his eyes, and his expression was extremely sharp. He tried to find a familiar figure among the crowd with his lips parted.

"Kan!" Hundreds of disciples of the Immortal Law shouted in unison.

Jiang Zongzi's pupils trembled slightly in shock, but fortunately Wan Chong used his inner strength to stabilize him in time.

The scepter in Master Song's hand ignited a bright red fire, and the fire looked false and ethereal.Then, with a dignified expression, he threw down the scepter.

It's quite expensive, so you just throw it away? !Third Young Master Jiang wanted to flip the table.

"Tom!"

In the corridor on the top floor of the square hall, a ball suddenly ignited. It turned out that the scepter fell into a large gold-painted and silver-plated vat.

The firelight instantly illuminated the exterior carvings of the vat, the luxuriant sacred tree, abundant with peach fruits, under the swaying firelight, it was so eye-catching that it made one's spine shiver.

Then, Jiang Zongzi smelled a strange smell of blood.It's weird because the smell of blood still has the sweetness of ripe fruit, and... sandalwood?Musk?

Jiang Zongzi's face was sullen, what exactly was ignited in that vat?Since it smells like blood, there must be some living thing, or the corpse of a living thing.

Jiang Zongzi guessed in his heart, he couldn't help inhaling the smell a lot.Wanchong immediately realized that the situation was not good, and quickly reached out to cover Jiang Zongzi's mouth and nose.

The believers on the cloud altar over there took off their bright red cloaks one after another.There was no thread under the cloak.They soon started entwining each other, licking, licking and biting, and three or five of them rolled into a ball, getting up shamelessly and having sex all over the place.

Master Song did not know when, but he was already standing by the side of the big vat.He took off the cap of his cloak, closed his eyes, and stood on a high place with a solemn face.The flames were extinguished, and on Master Song's face, shadows and lights were twisted and entangled.

Jiang Zongzi looked at the scene of hundreds of believers having sex together on the cloud platform, his face was flushed, his throat was dry, and his lower abdomen was hot.He moved his gaze away uncomfortably, and accidentally fell on Wanchong's face, then swept away shyly, and finally glanced around as if on a hot pot.

Therefore, Jiang Zongzi discovered only after Wanchong's reminder that the entire cloud altar was faintly covered with mist, entangled from bottom to top, and surrounded the nine-story high hall like clouds.

Jiang Zongzi pretended to be calm, and said something meaningless in his voice: "No wonder it is called Yuntan, so it is like this."

The end point where the mist gathers is the burning vat beside Master Song.

The smell of blood in the air became heavier.Jiang Zongzi hardly dared to imagine the appearance of the flesh and blood in the vat.

Jiang Zongzi breathed heavily into Wanchong's palm.

Wanchong said seriously in Jiang Zongzi's ear: "Hold your breath, it's an aphrodisiac."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Master Song suddenly glared.Through the night and white mist, Jiang Zongzi really felt that Master Song's cold gaze was directed at them.

not good!been discovered!

Both of them were shocked, they didn't expect Master Song to become so sensitive all of a sudden.

Wan acted decisively, he hugged Jiang Zongzi's waist tightly, around his arms, and exerted force on his feet, and flew silently tens of feet away in an instant.

In front of him, there was no way out.

In the entire Immortal Teaching Altar, the copper bells on the top of hundreds of thousands of palaces clanged.

While the sound of the copper bell made people's ears numb, every window in the hundreds of acres of altars was lit up.A man in black with a lamp came out from every room at the same time, and they jumped up to the roof with a "huh".

In Jiang Zongzi's line of sight, hundreds of thousands of people in black were densely packed in a large area, their hands were dimly lit, the cold air pierced the bones, and the drizzle was stagnant.

There is no way to go.

On the cloud altar, the crazy sacrificial ceremony is still going on.

☆, Ching Ming night

Tomb-sweeping night.The drizzle doesn't stop.

Immortal altar.

When the windows light up in the dark, danger is approaching, and the atmosphere is overwhelming.While Jiang Zongzi felt creepy, Mao Sai suddenly realized.The reason why he always felt that the map he had redrawn of the Immortal Teaching Forum was very awkward.

Jiang Zongzi memorized almost all the details on the original map.

However, in the process of redrawing, he made a fatal mistake.No, this mistake was not caused by Third Young Master Jiang's simple, rough and slightly abstract painting style.Instead, Jiang Zongzi subconsciously, through his own common sense and cognition, whitewashed the new map of the altar of immortality.As a result, the sharp-eyed Mr. Wan focused on marveling at the painting skills of Young Master Jiang San, but failed to discover the problem.It was Jiang Zongzi who, with his superb painting skills, weakened the weirdness of the original map that should have been clear at a glance.

Yes, what makes Jiang Zongzi feel uneasy is not the map of the teaching circle he redrawn by himself, but the map he brought along from Youfu earlier that is awkward.

Very, very strange.

It's just that Jiang Zongzi didn't think much about it.All the details are scattered in his mind, but they just exist.He didn't think deeply.

What went wrong.

In Jiang Zongzi's impression, the altar of immortality is like a miniature version of the imperial palace.His impressions come from the rumors he heard in Huacha Residence, the descriptions of the Youjia family, the information in the Baijingtang...or in other words, it is a matter of course in his mind.

The imperial palace is strict and majestic, with its own richness and grandeur.When Jiang Zongzi was a child, he always went to the palace with Master Jiang to have a banquet during the festive season.The third young master Jiang still remembered that it was an unstoppable momentum that rushed towards his face, switching between Huairou and Lingran.He was in the middle of the queue, walking from one hall to another, passing through palace gates, it could take half an hour.That used to be a novel experience.

It's a pity that Master Jiang no longer brought him into the palace since Third Young Master Jiang's thirteen dance spoons.The reason given was that she was ugly.

Oh.

So, what about the altar of immortality?What it needs to carry and place are the beliefs and hopes of countless believers. It should be solemn, sacred, and shocking, and it should also be large and magnificent enough.

But it's not like that on the map.

According to its drawing, the halls, lofts and platforms in the altar of immortality are all densely packed together.For example, the front square of Dongyimen, which is five rooms wide, does not even exceed three acres.For another example, the cloud altar is only ten feet away from the other halls.This kind of arrangement is not even as well-arranged as Jiang's residence.This is extremely abnormal, and makes Third Young Master Jiang feel unbelievable.

Then take a step back.

You know, the current Jiang Zongzi is no longer the former Young Master Jiang San.Now the Third Young Master Jiang, as a person who witnessed the inconveniently described Immortal Teaching Qingming Festival, fully has the psychological basis to accept that it was originally this kind of religious altar.Jiang Zongzi was able to explain to himself without any pressure that the layout of the altar of Immortal Art was to create a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere.

but.

But what made him even more dumbfounded.

At this moment, when the windows light up.Jiang Zongzi unexpectedly discovered that the halls and lofts are far apart from each other.Jiang Zongzi was able to feel the overall domineering spirit of the immortal teaching circle in the eerie and dark atmosphere.At a glance, there is no narrow road at all, and there is no suffocating feeling of tightly packed buildings. Instead, a majestic air emerges spontaneously.

Jiang Zongzi remembers clearly that the original map of the teaching altar was quite accurate and rigorous except for the blank areas such as roads, squares, and lakes, and the scaling of other buildings.So there is no reason at all, but to deliberately shrink a small part of the map.

Since the possibility of map errors has been ruled out.

So now comes the problem.

Why, the map of the teaching altar is seriously inconsistent with the teaching altar itself.

Speaking of which, Jiang Zongzi is actually very experienced in this kind of thing - in some brothels with no professional ethics and no moral bottom line, the portrait given by the procuress does not correspond to the real person at all! Lift the table!Therefore, there are full-fledged playboys who can bet on it for fun.Of course, Third Young Master Jiang would never admit that he was one of them.

Fortunately, it is this kind of experience accumulated over the years!Let Jiang Zongzi be able to generate a thousand words of psychological activity at the moment when the windows are lit up like lightning and flashes of light. Applause!

Jiang Zongzi felt the effect of the medicine taking place in his body, and his whole body was about to go limp.However, at the moment, so many men in black are approaching rapidly, it is completely in a posture of being on the verge of firing.Jiang Zongzi thought desperately, no matter how good Wanchong's martial arts skills are, it might be difficult for him to break through the siege with his oil bottle.

Jiang Zongzi forcibly suppressed the desire in his body, he felt a slight pain in his body, and the impatient red bumps on his arms were spreading.His face turned from red to pale.

Then Jiang Zongzi suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and his eyes went dark.

With Jiang Zongzi's last look, the people in black used their belts as swords, and countless lingering sword lights stabbed at them.

However, Jiang Zongzi had no power to fight back, and he quickly lost consciousness completely.

The person behind him was Wan Chong.

☆, out of danger

Jiang Zongzi had a dream.

He dreamed that he was locked in a small, quiet and dark room, and suddenly his chest felt cold.Jiang Zongzi's eyes widened, and he looked down frame by frame. The Lu Ling dagger was stuck in his chest, and it was stained red.The scene changed, in the light bamboo forest, Wanchong smiled at him, then retreated step by step, and finally disappeared into the clouds.Finally, ten miles of spring breeze, peach blossoms are buried, and tombs are everywhere to the sound of war drums.

Jiang Zongzi wanted to wake up in pain.

The pain kept Jiang Zongzi awake even in his dream.

Jiang Zongzi thought of two possibilities regarding the changing face of the Immortal Teaching Altar.

One is that all the halls and lofts have been reduced.Or, in the altar of immortal law, some buildings disappeared out of thin air.

No matter which one, it must rely on many organs.There are so many traps, plus there are so many men in black overtly and secretly.It is too easy to trap two people in the Immortal Teaching Forum, this is simply a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.He and Wanchong are likely to die here.

Careless asshole.

Wait, but such a change of face is bound to cause problems.Every Sunday, believers in the whole city will enter the altar to guard the altar.Then, once there is suddenly more or less a palace in front of you, or if the place where the altar is guarded suddenly becomes larger or smaller, it will definitely be noticed quickly, and the news will definitely leak out.But Jiang Zongzi has never heard of the saying that the layout of the altar of immortal teachings will change inexplicably.This means that, at least on the first day of the lunar month, the palaces and pavilions around the altar of immortal law are fixed as usual.It's just the periphery.

However, this is just the tip of the iceberg, and it's useless to figure it out.

There must be more than one map in the teaching altar of immortality. If you can get a few other maps, this puzzle will be much easier to solve.

It is extremely important to untie it.

Because Xianfajiao is very likely to be behind the disappearance of young children.There is no place where tens of hundreds of children can be hidden more quietly than the altar of immortality.

And...and the smell of blood in the sacrificial jar...

Jiang Zongzi became angry and anxious for a moment.But the rush of emotions didn't wake him up.

Jiang Zongzi felt the bumps in his dream.

Jiang Zongzi suddenly thought that he found out the map of the teaching altar from Youjia in the summer three years ago.It is summer, so even if the palaces and lofts are closely arranged, the lighting will not be affected.But now it is spring, and the arrangement of buildings in the altar is very scattered.Is this just a coincidence, or...

Everything is a misunderstanding.In fact, the Fairy Mother is just using the land resources rationally. When the sun is bright and the sun is shining, she will build a temporary thatched hut to live in. When the sun is low and the sun is low, she will be loyal to lighting and demolish the temporary hut.Smile.

Needless to say, Third Young Master Jiang almost believed such a strange idea.Fortunately, Jiang Zongzi still has a certain sense of reason, and he firmly said no to the mentally retarded.

Are there any more?

There are also some doubts that Jiang Zongzi is unwilling to face.

About Wanchong.

Jiang Zongzi in the dream felt sad.

First of all, why did Wanchong stun himself?

In addition, according to Jiang Zongzi's previous series of conjectures, if the change of the altar of immortal law lies in the fact that the building becomes larger or smaller, then it makes sense.But in case, it is another possibility, that is, some halls and attics will disappear and appear out of thin air, then there will be a doubt that makes Jiang Zongzi feel terrified-the altar of immortality under his feet is the same as what he remembers. The map of the teaching altar drawn by others is very different.So, how could they reach Yuntan smoothly as originally planned?

At that time, how could the line drawn by Wanchong seemingly randomly with his white and slender index finger be so coincidentally formed by the palaces and pavilions that existed at the same time in the past and present?

Jiang Zongzi's heart was tugged, and he opened his eyes.

Jiang Zongzi found himself lying on Jiang's bed, and Wan Chong was smiling and looking at him.It was very similar to the dream, as if he would disappear into the white mist if he didn't stop it.

Jiang Zongzi had a dream.

He dreamed that he was locked in a small, quiet and dark room, and suddenly his chest felt cold.Jiang Zongzi's eyes widened, and he looked down frame by frame. The Lu Ling dagger was stuck in his chest, and it was stained red.The scene changed, in the light bamboo forest, Wanchong smiled at him, then retreated step by step, and finally disappeared into the clouds.Finally, ten miles of spring breeze, peach blossoms are buried, and tombs are everywhere to the sound of war drums.

Jiang Zongzi wanted to wake up in pain.

The pain kept Jiang Zongzi awake even in his dream.

Jiang Zongzi thought of two possibilities regarding the changing face of the Immortal Teaching Altar.

One is that all the halls and lofts have been reduced.Or, in the altar of immortal law, some buildings disappeared out of thin air.

No matter which one, it must rely on many organs.There are so many traps, plus there are so many men in black overtly and secretly.It is too easy to trap two people in the Immortal Teaching Forum, this is simply a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.He and Wanchong are likely to die here.

Careless asshole.

Wait, but such a change of face is bound to cause problems.Every Sunday, believers in the whole city will enter the altar to guard the altar.Then, once there is suddenly more or less a palace in front of you, or if the place where the altar is guarded suddenly becomes larger or smaller, it will definitely be noticed quickly, and the news will definitely leak out.But Jiang Zongzi has never heard of the saying that the layout of the altar of immortal teachings will change inexplicably.This means that, at least on the first day of the lunar month, the palaces and pavilions around the altar of immortal law are fixed as usual.It's just the periphery.

However, this is just the tip of the iceberg, and it's useless to figure it out.

There must be more than one map in the teaching altar of immortality. If you can get a few other maps, this puzzle will be much easier to solve.

It is extremely important to untie it.

Because Xianfajiao is very likely to be behind the disappearance of young children.There is no place where tens of hundreds of children can be hidden more quietly than the altar of immortality.

And...and the smell of blood in the sacrificial jar...

Jiang Zongzi became angry and anxious for a moment.But the rush of emotions didn't wake him up.

Jiang Zongzi felt the bumps in his dream.

Jiang Zongzi suddenly thought that he found out the map of the teaching altar from Youjia in the summer three years ago.It is summer, so even if the palaces and lofts are closely arranged, the lighting will not be affected.But now it is spring, and the arrangement of buildings in the altar is very scattered.Is this just a coincidence, or...

Everything is a misunderstanding.In fact, the Fairy Mother is just using the land resources rationally. When the sun is bright and the sun is shining, she will build a temporary thatched hut to live in. When the sun is low and the sun is low, she will be loyal to lighting and demolish the temporary hut.Smile.

Needless to say, Third Young Master Jiang almost believed such a strange idea.Fortunately, Jiang Zongzi still has a certain sense of reason, and he firmly said no to the mentally retarded.

Are there any more?

There are also some doubts that Jiang Zongzi is unwilling to face.

About Wanchong.

Jiang Zongzi in the dream felt sad.

First of all, why did Wanchong stun himself?

In addition, according to Jiang Zongzi's previous series of conjectures, if the change of the altar of immortal law lies in the fact that the building becomes larger or smaller, then it makes sense.But in case, it is another possibility, that is, some halls and attics will disappear and appear out of thin air, then there will be a doubt that makes Jiang Zongzi feel terrified-the altar of immortality under his feet is the same as what he remembers. The map of the teaching altar drawn by others is very different.So, how could they reach Yuntan smoothly as originally planned?

At that time, how could the line drawn by Wanchong seemingly randomly with his white and slender index finger be so coincidentally formed by the palaces and pavilions that existed at the same time in the past and present?

Jiang Zongzi's heart was tugged, and he opened his eyes.

Jiang Zongzi found himself lying on Jiang's bed, and Wan Chong was smiling and looking at him.It was very similar to the dream, as if he would disappear into the white mist if he didn't stop it.

Jiang Zongzi still had a dull pain in the back of his neck.His body didn't completely break free from desire, it was sensitive and soft.Jiang Zongzi supported himself weakly, and asked hoarsely, "How did we get out?"

Wanchong's expression was calm, and there was no sign of joking: "I'll pick you up and run away."

"..." Jiang Zongzi held back, didn't ask further, just frowned and rubbed his forehead, "What time is it now?"

"Shen Shi. You slept for most of the day." Wan Chong leaned forward and put a soft pillow on Jiang Zongzi's back.With his arms embracing, Wanchong's breath went straight to the tip of Jiang Zongzi's nose.

Jiang Zongzi looked Wanchong up and down, "Are you not injured?"

Wanchong's lips were pale: "No." A new topic started, "You have such a mask on your table again." Wanchong held in his hands at some point, and it was the double mask that Baijingtang used to convey the message.After taking it apart this time, it was written on the white face with a warm smile: Capture Song Book Alive.

Wanchong obviously retracted his smile, but still asked gently, "Who gave it to you?" He put the white mask on his face, and put another red one on Jiang Zongzi.

The two smiled angrily, one red and one white.

Wan Chong continued to be gentle and persistent: "Also, the faint imprint of peach petals on your back is obviously not a birthmark, it was branded on later. This is often the way some lifelong organizations mark members. Third Young Master Jiang, tell me honestly I, who are you?"

The first time they met in the night of Shang Yuan, Wan Chong finished him, and walked away the "Ten Tang Book", which was obviously blank and meaningless in the eyes of ordinary people.In the light bamboo forest, Jiang Zongzi failed to provoke but was teased, and Wan Chong deliberately leaked to him the clues of "Mencius".After becoming his husband, the chief examiner Wan tore off the masks of Young Master Jiang San in various senses, and played with him in applause with both kindness and majesty.Later, Wanchong inexplicably handed over the "Book of Ten Halls", and took him to the altar of immortal law to watch a shocking sacrificial ceremony.Under heavy siege, when Jiang Zongzi thought it was impossible to escape, Wan Chong easily took him out of the altar of immortality.

How much does Wanchong know?And pretending not to know how much?

What is he trying to do?

Jiang Zongzi coldly tore off the mask on his face, and asked back, with a hard voice: "Then who are you from?" After asking, Third Young Master Jiang felt his blood surge up in an instant.He is even more sure that Wanchong is playing with him and using him. Wanchong is probably one of the ten halls of immortality, or else he occupies a higher position in the teaching of immortality.Although it is recognized that Lady Fairy Mother is a woman, no one has seen her up close, not to mention Wan Ziman's beauty is not inferior to any woman.

What is impossible?

"I'm your man." Wan Chong said.

Third young master Jiang felt numb when he heard this.

(It would be fine if I wrote about the present, and the following plot can be summed up directly with "random love" or "then they had a good fuck")

Then they went to Wushan together.

☆Master Jiang has a crush

After the cloud and rain.It's lighting time.

"Young Master You, you can't enter! Young Master You!" came the voice of the servant trying to stop him from outside.

You Penglu pushed open the door with a "bang".Jiang Zongzi's black lacquered unicorn bed was covered by several lotus-colored crocheted curtains, but he could still clearly see two diabolical figures embracing and overlapping on the bed.The people he loves, and the people who love him.Their first figure.

Ironically, there is still a fine brushwork painting he gave to Young Master Jiang San hanging in front of the bed.

You Penglu couldn't believe it, his face turned blue with anger, and he trembled all over.

"Jiang Zongzi!" His voice was hoarse.

"Xiao Lv!" The Third Young Master Jiang, who was caught raped on the bed, broke away from Wan Chong's arms in a awkward posture. He hurriedly put on his obscene clothes, and he didn't even have time to tie them up.Jiang Zongzi tore open the heavy curtains and rushed out, and said to You Penglu in a panic, "Xiao Lv is not like this! Listen to me...Xiao Lv!"

You Penglu couldn't listen to anything.My mind collapsed and buzzed.Only anger took hold of him.You Penglu threw off his sleeve angrily, turned around and left.

Jiang Zongzi was flustered.

As soon as Jiang Zongzi chased him, he suddenly felt soft and sore, his right foot was accidentally tripped by the clothes mopping the floor, and he fell to the ground suddenly.

"hiss!"

Jiang Zongzi's eyes were red, and he punched the ground hard.

At some point, Wan Ziman was standing behind him in all his clothes.Wan Ziman hugged Jiang Zongzi tenderly and forcefully, took his hand and put it on his lips to kiss tenderly.

Jiang Zongzi gave Wanchong a sideways look, struggling to get up and continue to catch up.

Wan Ziman smiled: "Do you know why You Penglu keeps looking for you recently?" His tone was ambiguous like a whisper in bed.

But it aroused Jiang Zongzi's anger: "I know!" Taohua's eyes were cold, "It's not me he wants to see, it's you!"

Wan Chong buried his head in the shoulder socket of Young Master Jiang San, and rubbed against him: "No, you are what Young Master You needs."

Jiang Zongzi gritted his teeth and pushed Wanchong away, got up and chased a few steps, and was immediately called by Wanchong again.

Jiang Zongzi leaned against the door frame angrily: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that you have been tricked." Wanchong smiled indifferently, "You Penglu is dragging you, he doesn't want you to pass the Gongshi exam."

"joke!"

"Do you know what kind of road your father has paved for you? Jiang Shangshu has already found it for you in advance with so many Jinshi vying for the position of assistant minister. Third young master Jiang, how many people have been in poverty for ten years, but you only owe one person who is justified." name."

Young Master Jiang San was very angry: "What the hell is this hindering Youjia? Wanchong, don't mess with your shit!" Shangshu, but how can it compare to the decades of friendship between your father and the Minister of the Ministry of Industry? You Pengkan wants the position of Minister of the Ministry of Industry, and you must fail this spring test."

"enough!"

The domineering examiner stepped forward and pinched Jiang Zongzi's chin: "Oh, You Penglu just made up nonsense, and you really beat Feng He for him? But... Wan thanked Mr. You for encouraging Young Master Jiang to provoke me. Wan Mou loves you so much when you show your teeth and claws.

"But the You family didn't expect it. So one plan failed, and another plan was made. They simply combined the alienation with the bitter meat. Young Master You kept saying that it was for Wan Mou to throw himself into the lake, and Wan Mou was really flattered. With all due respect, if so I won’t carry the cauldron.”

"Enough is enough!" Jiang Zongzi broke down and backed away.

Wanchong