[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

Chirin's first day away from home.

time.

The sun shone in from the window and fell on Wanjing who was sleeping soundly, and there were spots of light on his heavy black hair.

On the table not far away, the "schedule" shook his body and called out on time.

"The sermon on the use of spiritual power, the Yue Fang Zhai in the west of the city, will start in half an hour."

It's creepy to hear Qian Lin's voice in such a dull manner, it's like watching TV quietly and suddenly Sadako crawled out of it and told you with a straight face that it's time to go to class. Wanjing, who was buried in the quilt with only his head exposed, curled up into a ball, tentatively stretched out a hand from under the quilt, grabbed something and threw it over.

The world is quiet.

Wan Jing leisurely withdrew his hand, turned over, rubbed the quilt and continued to sleep.

Normally at this time, Qian Lin had already forcibly pulled him out of the quilt, and while smiling and putting on the air conditioner, helped him tie up his hair, and then provided breakfast with a different taste every day, half threatening and half forcing He is not allowed to be picky about food, otherwise he will go and copy the book of today's sermon.

Then a certain flower ate the disgusting thing with a serious expression.

But today, there is no one, it is very quiet, he can sleep slowly, and sleep forever.

Thinking of this, Wanjing stretched happily and curled up into a ball again.

As a result, the more you sleep, the more awake you become.

In the end, with his messy hair on his head, he got up expressionlessly and looked around habitually.

Habits are a terrible thing.

Qian Lin is not at home today.

After coming out of Chunhuan Building yesterday, Qian Lin said that he had to leave for a while, Wanjing remembered the somewhat weird jade tube he had received in Chunhuan Building, and thought that maybe there was something urgent, I didn't ask too much, just said "you can go with confidence now that you know".

Perhaps his tone was too cheerful at the time, which caused Qian Lin to squint her eyes and stare at him for a long time, and finally agreed with three chapters - not to go to strange places, not to meet strange people, not to read strange books , and left without reassurance.

Dare to tell me what the strange book is.

Wan Jing dawdled and got dressed, picked up a wooden comb on one side and slowly smoothed out the messy hair, splashed some cold water to wake himself up, and then looked at the time.

late.

That's right, then I won't go.

Wanjing Xiaohua, who had spared a morning, planned to go out for a stroll.

According to Qian Lin, their current residence is the most high-end in Qianyuan City. Where is the high-end? Not only can they bring a bathtub, but also have extremely high confidentiality and an excellent location.

At that time, Wan Jing asked, "Is it very close to Chunhuan Building?"

Then Qian Lin's face darkened: "It's very close to the center of the city and the major lecture halls."

In the center of the city, there is a very bustling street market, which is also the best place to inquire about various gossip.

Wan Jing tidied himself up a bit, then went out, and arrived at a restaurant. Forced by the tragic fact that he didn't know the menu, he casually ordered some signature dishes, and then listened with interest to the various "I'm I recently heard "Balabara.

"Hey, let me tell you something," a bearded man at the next table said to the person next to him, not caring about the volume of his voice, "I heard that a demon cultivator came to the city yesterday!"

As soon as he said this, several people sitting next to him came over.

The big man cleared his throat and said, "You all know that although there are no special rules in this city of the abyss, it is the first time that a demon cultivator has come in without any scruples, not to mention the demons all over his body. There is no cover-up, guess where he was found?"

Everyone chattered and discussed, some said it was Zangshu Pavilion, saying that there might be some precious ancient books in it, and some guessed it was Huanshu Pavilion, saying that this demon cultivator had bad intentions and was specially here to harm the realm of comprehension The next generation, after being denied one by one by the big man, the correct answer was said on his face "there must be a story in it".

"It's Chunhuan Tower! You didn't even think about it, this demon cultivator sneaked into the city of Qianyuan and ran to this place."

This time it was like a pot exploded, all kinds of speculations about the purpose of the magic cultivator flooded in, Wan Jing listened with gusto about "trapped by love", "special hobbies", "stupidly went to the wrong place" and "You all don't understand that the demon cultivator is a woman at all. She fell in love with Chunhuan Building and one person plans to redeem her and fly away!"

An annual drama has already been imagined.

"Then what happened to that demon cultivator?" Someone suddenly asked.

"It's a pity to say that," the big man shook his head, "It is said that there were dozens of cultivators chasing and killing him at that time, but the demon cultivator was very cunning and hid in hiding, and finally let him escape! "

Pei Han who is hiding in Tibet.

Wan Jing smiled silently in his heart.

This is called the way of heaven and good reincarnation.

not yet.

Wan Jing, who had finished his lunch, was walking down the street to eat something, when a little girl walked up to him, wearing red clothes, with a bun and two small bells tied to her hair, holding a bunch of bells in her hand. Flower, the smile on the face is cute.

"Big brother, does he want to buy Lingling flowers today?" The little girl sweetly called Wan Jing, with two small dimples on her face, "Why did big brother come here alone today?"

When I went out with Qian Lin a few days ago, when I passed by this street, I could see this little girl selling lingering flowers.

The lingering flower is a common flower in the cultivation world. Although it is nothing unusual, it needs to be carefully cultivated to look good, and the most important thing is that after two people enter the spiritual energy of this lingering flower, it will make the two of them The aura is fused together, and then flowers of various colors bloom.

Known as the first choice for teasing girls and teasing men.

Every time he came here, Qian Lin would buy one with a smile and put it in his hand.

And the flowers that bloom after his fusion with Qian Lin's spiritual energy are usually purple-gold, very beautiful ones, and now there are still a large bunch of them in the vase in the house.

Wan Jing looked down at the little girl, hesitated for a moment, and bought one anyway.

Closed, it is still a bit strange to hold the Lingling Flower in the bud.

Well, Qian Rin is not at home today.

Xu time.

Wanjing, who also settled for dinner outside, went to the Chuancheng River in the north of the city under the recommendation of the little girl in the afternoon. It is said that there will be river lanterns at night.

But the focus has never been on the river lamp.

The sky was getting darker, and candles were lit up on the river. Someone in the upper reaches drew pictures on the river lanterns with spiritual power and threw them into the water. The river lanterns flowed down the water. If you are interested in painting, you can fight for it based on your ability. The river lanterns that you fight for are usually——

Wan Jing looked expressionlessly at the couples of men and women and men and women showing affection on the bank of the river.

He shouldn't be here.

Tsk, my knee hurts.

Hai time.

Wan Jing, who was shown blood all over his face, worked conscientiously as a shining light bulb for an hour, and walked back unhurriedly under the eyes of the man who was about to spit fire.

child time.

Wanjing walked and walked, and by the time he arrived at his accommodation, an hour had passed.

He opened the door, entered the room, put the pitiful flower buds in his hands into a vase, took off his clothes and jumped into the bathing pool that Qian Lin specially connected to and had bad intentions and witnessed people turning into living flowers, satisfied sighed.

After half an hour.

After drying her body and putting on loose clothes, Wan Jing threw herself on the bed, rolled around a few times, and fell into a drowsy sleep in the soft quilt.

Qian Lin has something to leave, and even the daily tasks have been thoughtfully turned into a "temporary suspension due to special circumstances" mode.

He yawned and turned off the lights. He was a little unaccustomed to the emptiness around him, but he still fell asleep driven by drowsiness.

The above is Mankyung's day when Chirin is not at home.

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In the Xuanya Hall in the east of the city, spiritual power theory is preached.

Wan Xiaohua, who skipped a day of class, came on time today.

Of course, the key reason is that today's sermon is in the afternoon.

He found a remote place and sat down. On the table were the books needed for today. He arrived a little early, and there was no one there. It was just a few people gathered at the front, who seemed to be talking about something. , From time to time, he glanced at the place of Wanjing.

Wan Jing naturally noticed these gazes, and felt a little bit puzzled in his heart, but he didn't pay much attention to them. It wasn't until these people were led towards them by a man in his twenties that he thought——

Finally something happened.

These people are all wearing blue clothes, which are often worn by casual cultivators, but there are some differences. There is a mark on the neckline of the clothes to distinguish people from different families.

However, there are big and small families, and he has read and memorized some of the famous ones.

Like the marks on this man's clothes, Wan Jing couldn't recognize them.

These people walked in front of Wanjing, their expressions were not good, Wanjing felt their strength, it seems that they are all at the level of gathering energy to build a foundation, and they are somewhat talented in ordinary casual cultivation, while his own His strength is a bit strange, it is difficult for others to detect, and he looks young, so he must have no scruples to come here to find trouble because of these points.

Hehe, I have been in a bad mood for the past two days.

Dissatisfied with desire, being shown a face, you dare to hit the gun, come on, let's exercise our muscles and bones Wan Jing smiled slightly, looking out of the window with his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth provocatively.

If you want to fight, go outside and fight.

In a small corner outside Xuanya Hall, Wan Jing, who listened to the harsh words of these people, understood what was going on.

Qian Lin is quite famous in the world of comprehension, and there are many rumors about his reputation outside. In the past few days, he often went in and out with Qian Lin, and he must have been seen by someone, and then the enemy came to the door.

What a superficial thought.

It doesn't matter to Qian Lin if he is so hateful!

You can't forcibly transfer the hatred to the milk when the dps is gone!

What is the difference between doing this and npc!

Wan Jing sighed, but his hands were not idle, he took out his pen and hung it up on Fuyao, seeing that the man in front of him seemed to be a sword cultivator and put another spring mud on it, so as not to be stabbed by a sword.

These people seem to have never seen anyone holding a pen as a weapon, and the key is to really throw out the ink!After looking at each other for a while, the leader still reacted, drew his sword and stabbed.

Wan Jing's eyes froze, and Shang Yang pointed at the ready.

Stupid cultivator, let me tell you what is the great lethality of a face full of ink.

"嗖嗖嗖" several bursts of piercing sound came, and Shang Yang's fingers, which Wanjing hadn't made yet, were held back abruptly. The necks of the few people in front were killed with one blow. The wounds where those people were injured showed a strange black color. It seemed that they were highly poisonous.

He gave himself another needle in silence, then turned around vigilantly, and looked at the person who made the attack suddenly.

Sword repair.

Pei Han.

Holding his breath in his chest, Wan Jing twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression a bit ugly.

The rumors in the city have already been dressed like this, how big of a heart do you have to come in again after a day of swaggering!

Do you want Xiaosheng to buy one get one free and give you a heart-warming little finger?

Maybe you can even imagine a drama of the century.

Pei Han did a good job of disguise this time, and he was still dressed as a sword repairman as usual, but the expression on his face was a slightly demonic smile, matched with that extremely upright face, it seemed to be Qian Rin's The face is paired with a silly and cute expression, which makes people unable to bear to take a second look after one glance, and thinks that it is actually quite cute after the second glance.

Wanjing's brain hole has pierced the sky.

"Well, isn't this the little cat from last time?" Pei Han narrowed his eyes.

The last time he was referring to was the one in the monster beast's lair, and it was also the last time Wanjing used a human form in front of him before that.

Wanjing didn't answer.

Pei Han's voice was somewhat gloomy, and he approached unhurriedly, "It seems that Qian Lin really has a heart for you, and actually accompanied you to this city of Qianyuan."

"What do you want to do again?" Wan Jing looked very calm, but he always concealed his emotions well, Pei Han smiled, and felt that this person was pretending to be calm.

So his smile deepened a little, and he stretched out his hand frivolously, trying to provoke Wanjing's chin, but Wanjing dodged it.

"What are you afraid of? I don't dare to hurt you." Pei Han stroked the corners of his eyes with his fingers. Because he was a little too emotional, the corners of his eyes showed red dark lines that only appeared when he was in the state of demon cultivation. You put a mark on your body, and I won't touch the person he likes."

mark?

It has to be said that as soon as the word came out, Wanjing reflexively thought of the puppet cat at home who liked to lick him and rub him whenever he had nothing to do.

But on the surface, he was still expressionless, staring at Pei Han's every move calmly.

Pei Han's eyes darkened, he chuckled lightly, and said with a bit of bewilderment, "Maybe you think Qian Lin treats you well, but how much do you think you know him?"

"The real Chirin is far more complicated than you imagined."

"Aren't you really curious?" Seeing that Wanjing still didn't respond, Pei Han was not in a hurry, and still said in a somewhat seductive tone, "I see that your aura is very pure, and you must be practicing orthodoxy. The immortal family's cultivation method seems to be not willing to deal with a demon cultivator like me, but he gets along well with Qian Lin."

His voice lowered: "Do you understand what I just said?"

Wan Jing took a few steps back, and said seriously, "I don't understand."

Pei Han: "..."

"It seems that you don't want to believe it, but these are the facts." Pei Han shook his head as if he understood something, "Everyone says that the word love is misleading, and even orthodox cultivators will go against their hearts because of it." .”

"Since you insist on not admitting it far away, I'll just say it straight."

"Qian Lin, he—"

"But he came from the Demon Sect."

"Back then, I walked out of the life and death field of Jinxiu Pavilion together with him. The Demon Sect's skills he practiced were purer than the orthodox Demon Cultivators. Although they were later covered up by the Xian Family's skills, they couldn't be covered up. Yes, it is his identity as a demon cultivator."

Pei Han came slowly, full of malice and eager to see the show, if the kitten that Qian Rin valued so much knew about Qian Rin's past and the identity of Qian Rin Moxiu, as an orthodox fairy family What will be the reaction of practitioners of the exercises?

Shock?fear?Or is it self-deception?He speculated about the possible scenes in his mind, with anticipation and playfulness.It's really pleasing, there is nothing more pleasing than seeing the expression of a broken heart, it's painful, it's unbelievable, but this world is so cruel, such a twisted world, how can someone be in this world? What about enjoying it without knowing it?

Let him drag the person in front of him into the abyss of truth.

Wan Jing was silent for a while, seeing that the demon cultivator seemed to be caught in endless brainstorming, and felt a little puzzled.

"What you said just now," he thought for a while, "I know."

As early as when he was a flower, Qian Lin said that he was half demon and half fairy.

This kind of thing requires so much foreshadowing, do you say it in a tone of "I'm going to tell you a shocking secret, and you will burst into tears after hearing it in disbelief"?

"...What did you say?" Pei Han mused.

"I said I know what you just said, Qian Lin said it before." Wan Jing repeated it solemnly, and found that the face of the person in front of him who had been maintaining a strange smile slowly appeared a few cracks.

"Is there something wrong?" He was a little puzzled, "Is this something very secret?"

Pei Han: "..."

"Then again, as a demon cultivator, what is your purpose for coming here?"

Pei Han: "..."

"Don't tell me?" Wan Jing frowned, a little impatient in his heart, "If you have nothing to do, then I will leave."

I can't believe it. This is different from what I said. What I imagined was correct. Pei Han: "..."

The script was definitely wrong!