Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

The brothers Zhuiming and Leng Xue had no choice but to give bursts and scents that even covered the scent of flowers, which made their stomachs twitch more and more.

What's even more frightening is that when Gong Jiu couldn't swallow in time, one or two mouthfuls spilled out of his lips, and Zhao Ji, who was biased towards Xiao Jiu and forced by his own skin, couldn't get any further intimacy, and just wiped off the water stains with his sleeve at will...

The smell of the smell spread out more and more unscrupulously.

Chasing his life couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his head and took another big gulp of wine.

Leng-Blood's Adam's Apple couldn't help but move twice, and his lips were pursed even tighter.

In fact, 140 people came out of this place in one go, and there was never any shortage of drinking water.

But the two brothers, they would rather endure and suffer, and dare not relax in the slightest.

Even Xiang Xiaojiu has fully demonstrated his amazing strength.

——A guard is a guard.

Even if Zhui Ming is a bodyguard who wears wine gourds as an imperial errand, he is still a conscientious bodyguard.

Just like when he was a policeman, he was never willing to drink gourds when he was chasing criminals,

During the fight, there are often gaps to take advantage of, and if there is no time, you have to make time to drink a sip of wine...

But it has never delayed things.

It's just that the Wuzang Temple, which has been neglected for a few days, became a little noisy,

Zhui Ming is still fully prepared.

So is cold blood.

In the deep pit, Double Nine is extremely relaxed.

At this time, there was no movement.

After Xiang Xiaojiu fed Gong Jiu a spoonful of honey water and three pills that melted into about a spoonful and a half of medicinal juice, Gong Jiu's eyelids trembled more frequently.

It's a pity that Xiang Xiaojiu stared at it for more than a quarter of an hour, his eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings still refused to reveal the black pearls beneath him.

Gong Jiu tried his best, but still couldn't open his eyes.

But the fingers, from the index finger to the little finger of the left hand held in the palm of Xiang Xiaojiu, moved slightly.

The movement is also extremely light, far softer than feathers and snowflakes brushing against the cheeks, the kind that ordinary people can't perceive at all.

For Xiang Xiaojiu, it was enough to shake his heart.

Xiang Xiaojiu finally remembered that it was a small piece of jade that was almost the same as an amplifier.

——and double cultivation.

Yes, when chasing life outside the sea of ​​flowers, clutching his stomach and enduring fidgeting, Shuang Jiu was doing double cultivation.

Because at least Xiang Xiaojiu still has "Zhao Ji" in his skin now,

This double cultivation is just a double cultivation without negative distance contact,

But in the end it is still double cultivation.

The double cultivation that can make Xiang Xiaojiu not even care about climbing out of the pit, the effect is still very significant.

—— Gong Jiu finally opened his eyes.

Not only did he open his eyes, but his fingers also gained some strength,

No longer just scratching Xiaojiu's palm is imperceptibly weak,

Gong Jiu held Xiang Xiaojiu's hand.

The strength is not heavy, Gong Jiu, who doesn't even have the strength to sit up, can't even think about it now.

But being able to hold his hand again, can make him hold his hand again...

That's enough to make people happy.

Xiang Xiaojiu finally got out of the pit with Gong Jiu in his arms.

One is holding someone and the other is being hugged, but they all have normal expressions.

Joy, contentment, lingering, satiation...

Leng Xue didn't think too much about it. Although he felt that seeing the interaction between His Majesty and the person in his arms made him inexplicably hot, he still remained firm in his duties.

Chasing life is a bit, well, it's not that I didn't focus on His Majesty the Emperor, right?

Compared with the cold-blooded boy who is still a boy, Zhui Ming, as the oldest and most knowledgeable among the four brothers, inevitably has to see more and think more.

Fortunately, his face is much thicker than cold-blooded.

The chasing after the third master, who quickly put aside thoughts of "the emperor is so fast", is the iron-blooded man who is so hungry that he sticks to his post.

However, whether it was the cold-blooded blushing inexplicably, or the iron-blooded real man chasing his life, none of them could make Xiang Xiaojiu take even half a look.

Xiang Xiaojiu only has Gong Jiu in his eyes at this moment.

Just like Gong Jiu has only him in his eyes.

For Shuangjiu, the feeling of being separated for less than a month, but as if separated for more than a thousand years, is too difficult, and the feeling of reunion is really good.

Fortunately, for a while, they only have each other in their eyes and hearts.

Even "self" is ignored.

Xiang Xiaojiu ignored the degree of starvation that "Zhao Ji" is not even cold-blooded and life-seeking.

Fortunately, Gong Jiu did not ignore it.

He opened his mouth.

I don't know how many years this skin has been buried in the ground. At least I can be sure that since Gong Jiu entered, the only thing that eats is the half bowl of honey water concoction that Xiang Xiaojiu fed him before.

Gong Jiu tried his best, but in fact, only a few low and hoarse breath sounds came out.

It was only then that Zhui Ming suddenly realized, what kind of body His Majesty the Emperor had embraced under the satiated expression that as long as he was a mature man, he could understand what had happened.

But he didn't have time to take a closer look at Gong Jiu's skinny appearance, and he didn't have time to shock His Majesty's heavy taste.

Because Xiang Xiaojiu "understood" Gong Jiu's words without hindrance, and quickly took out the food from his purse.

Although it’s just clear porridge without any oil, salt and sugar,

Even the rice used for cooking porridge is not the exquisite japonica rice with rouge rice, but just a kind of drought-resistant early-maturing rice that Song Que sent people to the south to find.

The reason why Xiang Xiaojiu took out such a pot of porridge was that there was only such a pot of ready-made porridge in his purse.

——Before Shuangjiu hid her whereabouts with "self-exile and redemption for sins", she met Song Yuzhi by chance one day, and Miss Song San, who happened to be transporting rice seeds to the north at her father's order, was talking about her just started "Daye", while cooking such a pot of porridge, please double nine to taste.

——Therefore, not only the quality of the rice used in this pot of porridge is extremely ordinary, but also the technique of making the porridge is extremely ordinary.

——Even if Song Yuzhi was only educated as a wealthy and noble girl at the beginning, it is really common for her to cook.

So most of the pot of porridge that Xiang Xiaojiu took out tasted very ordinary.

The four people on the scene couldn't hold back, at least they were hungry for a few days and only drank a few sips of wine, like Gong Jiu's skin bag, who had been hungry for an unknown number of years and only drank half a bowl of water.

So the porridge, which is half-cooked and not burnt, and the rice oil is not boiled properly, can only be said to be cooked rice grains, is very attractive.

Xiang Xiaojiu swallowed his saliva.

Xiang Xiaojiu swallowed the porridge very quickly.

Zhui Ming stared at the pot of porridge without even blinking his eyes, but even with such concentration on Zhui Ming, he couldn't see Xiang Xiaojiu's movements clearly.

Xiang Xiaojiu filled the porridge and drank it up much faster than when he was walking against the wind. When Zhui Ming noticed, he had already put down the bowl.

While putting down the bowl, he waved his hand casually, and the remaining porridge went straight to the cold-blooded chasing two with the pot and the bowl.

Zhui Ming's saliva was almost flooding, but he still insisted on swallowing only saliva and not drinking porridge.

Well, don't be in a hurry to drink porridge.

Just like the two brothers and sisters took turns drinking, they also took turns drinking porridge.

The force value displayed by Xiang Xiaojiu can't offset their dedication to duty at all.

Silly.

But when Xiang Xiaojiu first looked at Leng-Blood differently, didn't he also take a liking to his aura that was somewhat similar to Tiance's, this was more like a very stupid look?

It's a pity that Xiang Xiaojiu brewed another half bowl of concoction at this moment, and he put all his attention on feeding Gong Jiu, completely ignoring the part of admiring Zhuiming's cynical appearance, which is not inferior to cold-blooded foolish.

But Gong Jiu,

After squeezing out almost all of his energy and making suggestive gestures to Xiang Xiaojiu, such as sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking the tip of a spoon,

Surprisingly, there was still a little bit left, and after sweeping his eyes twice, he uttered two breaths to Xiang Xiaojiu.

Xiang Xiaojiu put the bowl and spoon used by Gong Jiu back into his purse, and took out the handkerchief to help him wipe off the corners of his mouth that he couldn't swallow in time, and smiled lightly:

"No, it's not Yuanji, it's not Yuzhi, and it's not like Xiao Chengzi."

"I'm Zhao Ji."

Trapped in such a skin, Gong Jiu may not only be affected by his physical mobility.

"Zhao Ji" was such a name that Mr. Yang taught the two cousins ​​for three days, but Gong Jiu couldn't immediately understand it.

Fortunately, Xiang Xiaojiu didn't mean to be a secret, he recited a piece of Song history casually, and Gong Jiu came to his senses.

——Zui Ming paused when he was scraping the bottom of the pot with a spoon.

In fact, Xiang Xiaojiu only memorized a short paragraph, and he was very careful not to mention the Jingkang events. He couldn’t stand the fact that the narratives in history books are always different from others. There are also some differences in people and things in the two worlds, and there are similarities, but the emperor should not know it at this time. s story.

In short, it makes people feel weird once they touch it.

——But is there still something weird about this emperor?

Zhuiming secretly glanced at Gong Jiu, who was protected by Xiang Xiaojiu like a treasure like a treasure, and smacked his lips. He didn't know whether it was because of Gong Jiu's shriveled appearance that was almost like a living corpse, or it was just a lingering aftertaste. The last bit of porridge and rice aroma.

But no matter what it was for, Zhui Ming didn't say anything.

Didn't ask anything either.

It seems that even Xiang Xiaojiu's behavior of randomly taking out a pot of porridge and casually destroying the used bowl and spoon are all very common things.

Even Xiang Xiaojiu took out the jade piece again, and practiced double cultivation with Gong Jiu again, and the two brothers, Zhui Ming and Leng Xue, were just more vigilant.

In the morning light, Xiang Xiaojiu's bosom suddenly changed from a mummy to Gong Jiu, who was just a little thinner than ordinary people.

Even Mingming could see Gong Jiu's skin swell up slowly but visible to the naked eye as if blowing up a balloon.

These two senior brothers are really too quiet.

Quiet, not at all like that cold-blooded person who would bluntly tell the emperor that rewards were punishments for his inappropriateness once he had doubts in his heart;

It's not at all like that Zhui Ming who didn't even put down the wine gourd when he was on duty in front of the imperial court.

But Xiang Xiaojiu didn't care.

He didn't pay attention at all.

After supporting Gong Jiu and seeing the beautiful sea of ​​flowers that almost competed with the sun's rays, Xiang Xiaojiu finally shifted his attention away from Gong Jiu a little bit.

Instead, he told the two cold-blooded brothers to chase after him, and dug a ditch outside the sea of ​​flowers.

Revisiting the BE of Zhuang Huaifei and Xie Lianlian while writing Double Nine, it’s really a world of ice and fire【Indifference.jpg】