The Devil and the Flower

A transparent formation enchantment rose above the imperial city, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

Feng Yueci was held in Jiang Huan's arms almost in a supine position, with his long legs slightly bent, holding an umbrella with one hand.

The two had cooperated seamlessly before, but now their eyes are facing each other, and there is a silent tacit understanding, as if they have a tacit understanding.

Jiang Huan's fingertips touched his long black hair, and a slight itchiness spread to his heart, and the snow-white and flawless face was so close at hand, it was so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to lean down and kiss it.

Jiang Zhimeng opened his eyes, and saw the scene of staring at each other, and felt that it was very beautiful, and exclaimed: "Ah——"

Feng Yueci calmly put away his umbrella, stood up and said, "Zhimeng, be quiet."

Jiang Zhimeng covered her mouth, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Jiang Huan glanced over expressionlessly.

Jiang Zhimeng: "..."

So panic!So scary!

Jiang Zhimeng shrank her head, thinking belatedly, did I ruin something good?

The puppets dissipated, and everyone in the city breathed a sigh of relief. Except for a few who could still maintain their aristocratic demeanor, most of them collapsed on the ground panting.

But when Feng Yueci approached slowly, everyone's face became serious again, they got up and saluted together: "Mr. Dao."

Feng Yue resigned, "How are you all?"

Everyone replied: "Well, well."

Jiang Zhimeng threw himself into Jiang Zhiyi's arms and whimpered, "Brother, you scared me to death!"

Jiang Zhiyi patted her head with a smile, and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, little girl, you've done a good job."

"Mr. Dao, Senior Jiang!" The juniors ran down the city wall with a clatter, cheering and cheering: "You are too powerful!"

Su Lingmou told them to pay attention to their manners.

Only Lord Slaughter saw Feng Yueci's arrow, recalled the unpleasant past, his face was very ugly, and he said inexplicably: "Qing Hui, your spirit-sealing arrow has improved again!"

Feng Yueci coughed in a low voice, but didn't have time to answer.

Jiang Huan naturally caressed his back lightly, comforting him, without raising his head, he said, "What's the matter with you? The skin is itchy again?"

"I'm talking to Qing Hui! What does it have to do with you!"

Lu Jun didn't want to talk to him at all now, and was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood when he saw him.

However, Jiang Huan always wanted to find fault.

Jiang Huan didn't bother to pay attention to him, looked around and asked, "Is Miss Lin not here?"

Li Mianxi replied: "Senior Jiang, Miss Lin was in a hundred clans at that time, and they were far away. It seems that only those near us who were closer to the picture scroll were sent in!"

Jiang Huan frowned and said, "Which of you knows how to do medicine?"

Ye Yunqi put away his sword, walked over expressionlessly, first stuffed a white jade box and handed it to Feng Yueci: "Here you are."

Feng Yue didn't accept his resignation, and said: "No need."

Ye Yunqi said: "Touch the pulse."

Feng Yue resigned, "No need."

The two stood facing each other, both dressed in white clothes, but one had a cold demeanor and the other was indifferent.

It's kind of similar.

Ye Yunqi still had no expression on his face, he put the thing in Feng Yueci's hand, and said: "If you don't want to, just throw it away."

Feng Yue resigned, "Yes."

Ye Yunqi said: "Yes."

Everyone: "..."

Sometimes they really don't understand how Taoist Lord communicates with Mr. Ye.

Jiang Huan held the knife in his arms, with a vague smile on his lips, and was about to say something, but Jiang Zhiyi also came over and handed Feng Yueci a black gold wooden box, "Mr. Dao, I have also prepared a gift."

Ye Yunqi looked at Jiang Zhiyi coldly, and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

Jiang Zhiyi looked at Ye Yunqi indifferently, and stroked the handle of the knife.

Everyone: "..."

There is no doubt that these two will fight in the next moment!

But Mr. Lu couldn't stand it any longer, and said with a sneer, "You still have time to show your courtesies here, aren't you too happy? Save some energy and wait for the evening!"

After that, he led the students of Sijun Academy inside with a dark face.

As soon as these words came out, the smiles on everyone's faces could no longer be held, and their faces became more dignified.

Jiang Huan said: "Ah Yue has set up a sealing formation. In this imperial city, the puppet soldiers have disappeared and will not reappear. What happened at night?"

Su Lingmou said helplessly: "We have been here for three days. During the day, the puppet soldiers will attack the city. At night, the soldiers will retreat and be replaced by endless monsters attacking the city. Day and night alternate, there is no time to breathe... ...Fortunately, you are here, otherwise we will not be able to hold on."

Jiang Huan thought what was the matter, but he said "oh" when he heard the words, and didn't take it to heart at all.

Su Lingmou: "..."

Feng Yue resigned: "Master Su, you go and rest yourself, and Mr. Jiang and I will keep watch at night."

Su Lingmou: "How can this be..."

Jiang Huan interrupted him, and said, "Okay, old Su, look at your panda eyes! Take these bastards and leave quickly, I'm tired of seeing so many people."

The last sentence is more effective than anything else, no one knows when the Great Devil Jiang will turn his face and deny anyone.

Jiang Zhimeng tugged at Jiang Zhiyi's sleeve, "Brother, go and rest."

Jiang Zhiyi and Ye Yunqi looked away at the same time, turned around at the same time, back to back, each walking side by side.

They joined forces to fight against the enemy before, but now the king will not see the king again.

"Two hairy kids." Although the two said they were giving gifts, their eyes were clean and thoughtless, mostly admiration, similar to the juniors in the school palace, Jiang Huan could see clearly, and for the time being, he didn't have the same knowledge as children.

Feng Yue resigned: "It's okay for them to be like this since childhood."

Jiang Huan glanced at the two boxes in Feng Yueci's hand, smiled and said, "It's all about being competitive, and fighting for favor, not childish."

Feng Yueci looked at him.

Jiang Huan touched his face, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

Feng Yueci put the two boxes in his hands, walked up the city wall slowly, and said lightly: "Young Master Jiang seems to want it very much."

Jiang Huan: "...No, Ayue, you read it wrong."

He doesn't want it, he wants to throw it.

Feng Yue resigned without turning his head, but said: "It's not good to throw away a thought."

Jiang Huan was startled, and walked around to him and said, "Ayue, can you read minds? It was the same before, I was drinking on the roof, and I didn't make a sound, you know it too!"

Feng Yue didn't answer, stepped on the steps, sat on the city wall, and put a Yaoqin in front of him.

Jiang Huan leaned against him in a sitting position, and before he could play, he stretched out his hand and pressed it randomly. Fortunately, the piano has a good sound, and it's not unpleasant, but it's just disturbing people's quietness.

Feng Yueci didn't seem to notice it, and played the piano quietly. It was an extremely beautiful piano sound, but the strings were always messed up in the middle.

Jiang Huan made trouble for a long time, seeing that Feng Yueci was not affected in the slightest, he twitched the corner of his mouth, hugged him directly and refused to let him play, shook his head and said: "When it comes to a calm heart, no one in the world can compare Get past Ah Yue."

Feng Yue resigned, "Is the trouble over?"

Jiang Huan was surprised and said: "A Yue, you didn't say 'don't make trouble' this time, you said three words!"

Feng Yueci said indifferently: "When it comes to the kung fu of messing around, no one in the world can match Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Huan hugged him and smiled sullenly.

The night sky was dark, and the evening wind was blowing slowly.

Jiang Huan hugged Feng Yueci from behind, wrapping his whole body around him, "A Yue, is it cold?"

Feng Yue resigned, "It's not cold."

The first hideous monster appeared under the imperial city, resembling a tiger wolf monster, followed by the second and third... Gradually, it spread all over the place like puppet soldiers.

As if Jiang Huan had never heard of it, he chuckled and said: "Qin music follows others, A Yue has never hurt others, can you make an exception tonight and play a song of Seven Kills for me?"

Feng Yue didn't answer, but his fingertips moved slightly, and the sound of the zither turned in an instant. It was originally a breeze, bright moon, high mountains and flowing water, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a sea of ​​blood in purgatory, bringing the meaning of boundless killing.

The spirit of the formation was everywhere, Jiang Huan smiled, drew his sword and jumped down the city wall, and a cloud of smoke dissipated with a wave of his hand.

One person plays the piano to start the battle, and the other raises the sword to retreat from the enemy.

Under the darkness of night, the battlefield has also turned into a grand scene on earth.

The sky was bright, and the tired people woke up from their sleep. When they saw the sky outside, they immediately got up, adjusted their clothes, and ran out in a hurry.

"Oops! I still want to get up at night to help Daojun and Senior Jiang!"

"Me too! As a result, I couldn't get up when I fell asleep, woo woo woo..."

"Who doesn't think so! Oh, stop talking, go and have a look!"

When everyone rushed to the imperial city, they all froze in place.

I saw that Jiang Huan was practicing the saber technique in front of Feng Yueci, turning his head to say something from time to time, Feng Yueci would reply, occasionally raising his hand to make a gesture, and then Jiang Huan would rehearse the move.

It's like discussing ideas.

But the atmosphere was tacit and harmonious, even more so than the Taoist couples they had seen before, and there was a romantic atmosphere in a trance.

Jiang Zhimeng and Qin Wenyin covered their faces at the same time.

He Yuli made eye contact with Qiu Linhan.

Ji Shiyan grabbed the stunned Li Mianxi, Yang Ce gasped, thinking why did he feel so wrong!

They all noticed how Jiang Huan treated Feng Yue's resignation, but many of them didn't think about anything else.

After all, Daojun Qing Hui was famous for being pure-hearted and indifferent, staying out of the world of mortals, and not eating fireworks in the world.

But the situation in front of me...is very delicate!

Everyone raised their eyes and saw that the city was clean, without a single hair falling down.

Su Lingmou cleared his throat and said, "Qing Hui, did you have..."

Jiang Huan said casually, "Yes, it's over."

The juniors were dizzy and gasped together.

Lu Jun's face changed, thinking about the situation in the past two nights, he couldn't help looking at Jiang Huan with a bit of horror and disbelief.

When Jiang Huan fought against him that day, although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed the one who lost, but Jiang Huan's true cultivation level, now that he thinks about it, he has no idea at all.

This thought made him break out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, I just want to leave the scroll quickly and discuss with the other three gentlemen.

However, at this moment, the imperial city dissipated, and a boundless sea of ​​blood appeared silently. Above the sea of ​​blood, white light and shadow flickered silently, piercing the eyes.

King Kill said: "The key!"

Jiang Zhimeng leaned close to Jiang Zhiyi's side, trembling slightly: "Brother, it's true!"

Jiang Zhiyi steadied his mind, but the excitement was still clearly visible on his face.

But Ye Yunqi looked at it coldly, his eyes were full of coldness—the floating palace of the Jiuchongtian Tower was originally the Demon King's Jade Sky Realm!

Jiang Huan yawned, and said disinterestedly: "A Yue, let's go back and catch up on sleep."

Everyone glared at him in unison—you can go by yourself!

Before Feng Yue could say anything, a faint voice suddenly sounded, a little casual, a little scattered, it sounded inexplicably familiar, but for a while, people couldn't tell where it was heard.

"Jiuzhong Tianque, Fusheng Mochiyue, this is not a place for you to set foot."

The brothers and sisters of the Jiang family blurted out: "His Majesty Jiangdi—"

"The Si people have gone, the emperor has disappeared, and there is only one thought left, which will last for a thousand years. Since you have escaped a catastrophe, I will give you a fortune, and it will end... this fateful catastrophe."