After being wronged and rehabilitated

The temple looked extremely old, with a thick layer of moss on the threshold, and a cluster of small purple flowers blooming in the gaps between the blue stones.

Gu Congxu put down the heavy mirror, frowned and looked at the plaque covered with mottled paint marks.

--Mutually.

There is only one word "xiang", and ordinary people don't think too much about it, but knowing that the person in this temple is Su Yi, Xiang Chongjing feels awkward.

Forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he held on to the door frame and was about to step in, but his toe kicked a layer of restraint, which made him lean back.

Gu Congxu steadied him, frowning to see the prohibition in the temple.

Xiang Chongjing said: "Can it be broken?"

"Disaster."

Even the evil dragon said it was difficult, but it really couldn't be solved.

Xiang Chongjing looked at the towering trees in the temple from the door, raised his hand and lightly pressed on the glass-like barrier, followed the incense and flew into the air, and flowed the incense back to guide the center of the temple.

The silkworm sound is here.

Xiang Chongjing was thinking about how to get in when an extremely excited voice came from not far away.

"Sword Master! Sword Master——"

Xiang Chongjing heard the voice very familiar, looked up suspiciously, and saw Yi Junting and several of his seniors standing there on the stone steps not far away.

When Yi Junting saw him, he was so happy that he left his brother three steps and ran over in two steps.

"Jianzun, you have really come to Jiangfeng!"

The young man was full of vigor and vitality, Xiang Chongjing laughed when he saw him, and said, "Yes."

Yi Junting had already run in front of him, panting slightly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Xiang Chongjing.

He happily said, "Are you visiting Jiangfeng as a guest?!"

Xiang Chongjing choked for a moment, it was not good to spoil the boy's interest, but it was not good to deceive him, so he shook his head: "It's not."

Yi Junting was not very good at hiding his mood, and his disappointment was visible to the naked eye.

Xiang Chongjing looked at him with a smile, and said, "I didn't plan to be a guest before, but I thought about it after seeing you."

Anyway, he won't be able to open this restriction for a while.

Yi Junting stayed for a while before he realized the meaning of Xiang Chongjing's words. He jumped three feet high with joy, and happily tugged at Xiang Chongjing's sleeve: "Go this way, Master Jian! My father just happened to be here today!" at home!"

Xiang Chongjing didn't think he was offensive either, and walked forward with him with a smile.

The more Gu Congxu looked at Yi Junting's hand holding Xiang Chongjing's clothes, the more he felt that it was an eyesore. He frowned and followed behind the two, his face full of coldness.

It's a pity that Yi Junting was so excited that he didn't notice the dragon's man-eating sight.

The brothers in Yijunting were also the ones they met in the Three Poisons Secret Realm last time. They were very strong this time, they didn't get dizzy when they saw Xiang Chongjing, and saluted with pale faces.

Before Xiang Chongjing's grievances had not been washed away, they feared and loathed Xiang Chongjing;

But now, it was the awe of the mighty monk and the shame of misunderstanding Sword Master before.

Xiang Chongjing knew that these children had no evil intentions, so he smiled gently at them.

The teenagers were stunned for a moment, and their faces turned red when they recalled the indifference and fear they had given Xiang Chongjing before.

Gu Congxu followed behind with a sullen face, wanting to eat children more and more.

Man Qiuzhan had followed up at some point, and seeing Gu Congxu's gloomy face, he didn't know what he was planning, and he said slowly, "Sword Master is liked by children."

When Gu Congxu heard what Man Qiuzhan expected, he gave him a hard look, and said in a low voice, "He just wanted to use Linjiang Peak to break through the ban on the ruined temple. That's hypocrisy, not liking."

Man Qiuza looked at him suspiciously: "Is Jian Zun the kind of person who deliberately takes advantage of children?"

Gu Congxu choked.

He has known Xiang Chongjing for so long, so he naturally knows that Xiang Chongjing is not such a despicable villain.

The gloom on the dragon grew stronger.

Thousands of years ago, the master had only himself by his side. No matter when and where, those glazed eyes always stared at him, and never looked at other people.

But now, because of reincarnation, although the person is still the same person, there are obviously a bunch of messy people around Xiang Chongjing, all thinking about how to attract his attention.

That Snow Wolf is, Tie Haitang is, and now there is Yi Junting.

The huge gap made Gu Congxu a little unhappy, but he didn't dare to interfere with Xiang Chongjing, so he could only hold back.

Seeing this, Man Qiuzhao added fuel to his anger: "Jianzun seems to treat this child very differently, and he is very patient."

Gu Congxu immediately retorted: "No, he is more patient with me."

Man Qiuza: "..."

Gu Congxu was still immersed in his unhappiness, as if he had found something to vent, and frowned one by one: "No matter how much I say to make him angry, he will not get angry, and he will touch my dragon's head. I'm wrapped around him and he won't let me go down..."

Man Qiuza: "..."

Man Qiu looked at him with bright eyes, and his face was full of "speak more and hurry up".

Gu Congxu babbled a lot, only to realize why he said such a thing to an irrelevant person, he gave Man Qiuzao another look, and finally realized that this person had bad intentions.

"What the hell do you mean?"

Man Qiushan felt that Gu Congxu seemed to be a little angry - the evil dragon seemed to have very little patience with strangers, and a single unpleasant word could make him want to kill.

Man Qiuza wanted to survive, coughed dryly, and said: "It's nothing, I just feel that the relationship between Master Jian and Master Zhenlong is very deep, and it's different from ordinary friends."

Gu Congxu was very satisfied with this sentence "the emotional bond is extremely deep", but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he raised his brows slightly - this look is a bit like Xiang Chongjing, and I don't know if he has followed Xiang Chongjing for too long up.

"Ordinary best friends?" Gu Congxu said, "We are not best friends."

Man Qiu narrowly said: "Then what are you?"

Gu Congxu choked again. He has no life-and-death contract with Xiang Chongjing, so naturally he cannot be regarded as master and servant.

He frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "What is the closer relationship than a close friend?"

Man Qiuzhan didn't expect Gu Congxu to ask this question, hesitated for a while, and said without saying anything, "The deepest emotions in people are often family, friendship and love. No matter how close best friends are, they can only be Best friend."

Gu Congxu is not satisfied with his best friend.

In Xiang Chongjing's sea of ​​consciousness, there are very few lamps with patterns, no accident, Qu Weixian's lamp is the lamp pattern of a close friend, and the lamp in the cloud inkstone is a family affection.

If he was also a close friend, he would compare himself with Qu Weixian.

Thinking of his own lamp that was not as good as Qu Weixian's, Gu Congxu swore to the death that he didn't want to be a close friend.

He wants to be more special than Qu Weixian, so that even if the lights are not as bright as that of Qu Weixian, he won't feel unbalanced.

But now Man Qiusa said that there is no deeper relationship than a close friend.

Gu Congxu's face was even more gloomy than before. He stared blankly at the back of Xiang Chongjing not far away, thinking about the solution as he walked forward.

In terms of family affection, he and Xiang Chongjing are not related by blood, so no matter how old they are, they can only barely be regarded as adoptive fathers.

Friendship, no.

love?

Gu Congxu frowned, what the hell is this?

Are human emotions so troublesome?

Man Qiu saw that the evil dragon was thinking seriously, so he didn't say any more.

This one person and one dragon are obviously tricky, but they still need to realize it themselves, otherwise, even if Man Qiuza gave the medicine to give birth to the dragon cub, the two of them would not be able to succeed.

The three of them had their own thoughts, and soon arrived at the sect of Linjiang Peak.

Yi Junting was chattering non-stop along the way, making Xiang Chongjing laugh non-stop.

As soon as he entered the sect, Yi Junting realized that he hadn't told his father about Xiang Chongjing's coming to Jiangfeng, and hurriedly said: "Jianzun wait a moment, I'll go and tell my father first."

"No problem." Xiang Chongjing said, "Let's go together."

Yi Junting nodded hurriedly, and walked to the residence of the head of Yi with a mirror.

Linjiang Peak is in the deep mountains, it really looks like a fairyland on earth, the white mist floats on the mountains and forests, like a pair of ink paintings.

Xiang Chongjing went to visit Master Yi with Yi Junting while admiring the beautiful scenery. The disciples of Linjiang Peak who met on the road saw him and quickly bowed obediently, looking at Xiang Chongjing with longing in their eyes.

Even though Xiang Chongjing has been wronged, but his bad name has already been deeply ingrained, and the people he meets are either in awe or disgust. This is the first time he has seen so many reverent eyes, and he is not used to it for a while.

Soon, they arrived at Master Yi's residence.

Yi Junting opened the door carelessly: "Father! Master Xiangjian is here, dad!"

Master Yi's muffled voice came from inside: "Who's here? Come in and say, I'm drying books."

Yi Junting walked in with a heavy mirror.

Master Yi is drying the books himself. There are many landscape paintings and files spread out in the huge courtyard. Looking carefully, there seems to be a bunch of scripts.

Xiang Chong glanced at him, and vaguely found that the head of Yi is also a wonderful person.

Master Yi is carefully spreading a painting on the wooden table specially moved for drying. Hearing Yi Junting's footsteps, he complained while spreading the painting: "The humidity in the mountains is too heavy, so I don't dry it once a month." This painting will definitely get moldy, and the moisture can't be blocked with spiritual tools. Junting, when will you go to the funeral pavilion to have a look, can you buy a waterproof frame to frame this painting?"

Yi Junting had already run over, and was about to speak, when he saw from the corner of his eye that Master Yi had already spread his words halfway, his face immediately turned green.

That painting was exactly the one he mentioned in the Three Poisons Secret Realm and was hung on the wall by his father.

The painting is a double mirror of the fire on both shoulders.

Yi Junting: "..."

The sound of Xiang Chongjing's footsteps was close to his ears, and Yi Junting had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately wanted to close the painting.

It's just that before his paw touched the painting, Master Yi raised his hand and patted his paw, reprimanded: "Little brat, don't move around, if you break it, you will pay me?!"

Yi Junting: "..."

From the corner of the eye, Xiang Chongjing was three steps away. Yi Junting almost cried, and said in a low voice, "Father, Master Xiang Jian has arrived..."

At the same time, Master Yi has spread out the whole painting on his own.

After admiring the painting, Master Yi was stunned and turned his head to look at his son in disbelief.

"You said... who?"

Yi Junting didn't need to repeat it anymore, because Xiang Chongjing had already rolled up his sleeves and walked slowly behind the two of them.

"Me." Xiang Chongjing smiled, "Master Yi is well."

Master Yi's tall body froze, his neck seemed to be rusted, and he turned around little by little. When his eyes fell on the person who seemed to have walked out of the painting, his face was instantly blank.

The master of Yizong, who had seen countless big scenes, didn't know how to react, his eyes were filled with "wood".

Yi Junting was about to cover his face and cry.

This is also... too embarrassing.

But Xiang Chongjing didn't feel ashamed. He walked forward slowly, admired the painting with lowered eyes, touched his chin and praised: "The painting skill is good."

Master Yi, who had recovered from the difficulty, said, "..."