[Heavenly Officials Bless Shuangxuan Tongren] Li Tao

"..." He Xuan hugged the man who was limp in his arms speechlessly.He wanted to force others, but he became drunk instead. Once word got out, the reputation of this alcoholic from Mobei might be ruined.

"Shi Qingxuan?" He called out.Shi Qingxuan's drunken appearance is really ugly, but he saw the man with a pair of ignorant eyes, holding He Xuan's arm, and said in his mouth, "Who are you? Why are you in my son's house?"

"I am a wind master, He Xuan." He Xuan said helplessly.

"He Xuan, I know you." Shi Qingxuan muttered, his eyes became not sober, as if there was a cloud of fog hovering inside.He Xuan hadn't had much contact with him before, and it was the first time he saw the appearance of Liufeng Xuangui, who had always been clever and cunning, and he couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart.

"I...I hate you the most."

"..." That's really embarrassing.

His silence seemed to have opened up Shi Qingxuan's chatterbox, and the latter immediately began to talk, "I hated you the first time I saw you, with a straight face, prudish, and dirty. Blocked at the gate of Tonglu Mountain, killing you It doesn’t matter if you kill so many ghosts, you still want to kill me. You still bully my brother.”

Where did I bully your brother?Obviously your brother is bullying me.He Xuan recalled the bad memory of being forced by Shui Hengtian to sweep up the trash, and couldn't help but feel helpless.The drunk Shi Qingxuan was talking nonsense and unreasonable, and he was about to be dragged down by him, so he had to try to carry Shi Qingxuan into the side bedroom.This is not an easy task, although the Ghost King is slender but not light, and he pretends to hold He Xuan and refuses to move, it took a lot of effort for the wind master to get him onto the couch.

Shi Qingxuan lay on his back on the bed, still holding He Xuan's hand, and repeated, "I hate you the most."

"Okay, okay. I know." He Xuan said.Although Shi Qingxuan has a good drinking capacity, his wine quality is poor.This chance coincidence probably made him the first person to see the ghost king's drunk face, and he didn't know if he would be silenced after waking up.

In fact, this man's wine taste is better than his brother, Feng Shi thought happily.When Shi Wudu was drunk, he would even beat people with his fan, water dragons and arrows flew together.After flooding the hot spring mountain in the north, every time Pei Ming invited him to drink, he had to find a sturdy place to weigh it.

"You are so lucky. You got a high score in your studies, you made a fortune in business, your wife is virtuous and loving, and your parents live long... How come you are so lucky?" Shi Qingxuan said, "How can you be so lucky?"

He Xuan couldn't answer, and he didn't know why he was so lucky, so he kept silent.Shi Qingxuan continued, "Unlike me, I was raised as a girl since I was a child, and I couldn't be called by my name, and I couldn't meet my brother... My cultivation is not going well, and my growth is slow. Whoever gets closer to me will be unlucky."

He Xuan asked his subordinate priests to investigate all these clearly.Because of the vernacular vernacular, Shi Qingxuan has been in trouble since he was caught at the age of 10.He was fostered at the foot of the mountain as a girl, and was humiliated by hooligans outside the village; later, when he went to a Taoist temple to practice, his senior brother gave him a fake heart method, and he almost went into a rut; .Except for Shi Wudu, whoever is with him will be inexplicably unlucky.If it wasn't for his elder brother's protection, he would have died early even before he was 16 years old.But after Shi Wudu ascended, the Taoist temple was directly burned within a few days, most of the brothers were killed and injured, so everyone pointed at Shi Qingxuan and scolded the God of Plague, and wanted to drive him out.

"That's because the vernacular is true, it's not your fault." He Xuan sighed.

It’s okay not to say, but when he said it, Shi Qingxuan suddenly cried.Tears rolled down his pale cheeks like broken pearls, He Xuan said helplessly, "Hey...you...don't cry."

"I can't fight the Vernacular Immortal, I'm too useless..." Shi Qingxuan choked up, "I was afraid when I heard its voice... If I wasn't so useless..."

He said in a daze, "I didn't know until I died that the vernacular immortal is not invulnerable. As long as you don't fear him and ignore him, he won't be able to absorb energy, and he can't do anything to me... Also, if it's someone else... or someone else... A powerful person...if he is not weak like me...if he is not afraid of that monster..."

"My brother...wouldn't change my life...and wouldn't be seriously injured...and even lost his cultivation...I...in the final analysis...it's all my fault..."

He Xuan's ear twitched.

"What's the matter with changing lives?" He asked calmly.

Shi Qingxuan didn't answer, his slack eyes fell on He Xuan's face, and then he focused again.

He seemed to have been pressed some switch, and suddenly became manic.He grabbed He Xuan's skirt and almost tore his clothes with such force.He Xuan was caught off guard and was dragged down on the bed by him.The ghost king pressed his shoulders and stared at his face, his eyes were hot as if they were about to burn.

"Do you know how jealous I am of you, He Xuan?" He grabbed He Xuan's shoulder fiercely and hissed.

The heads of the two people were very close together, and their breaths were mixed together. He Xuan could even distinguish the strong smell of ghosts and alcohol on the Ghost King's body.

"You are high above, and your life is smooth. You hold the wind and luck, and you are the top three in fighting lights. Mortals believe in you, ghosts and gods fear you, your mana is powerful, and your scenery is infinite. Hundreds of lives were lost in Tonglu Mountain, and evil spirits are nothing but ants in front of you. ..."

Shi Qingxuan said slowly word by word, his eyes were sharp and fierce.This appearance overlaps with that of the Blood-red Blood-eyed Ghost King outside Tonglu Mountain a hundred years ago.He has no doubt that Shi Qingxuan would really kill himself if Shi Wudu didn't stop him at that time.

"You said that well! 'Destined'." He growled, his eyes flushed, "You are destined to be a god! I am destined to be a ghost. This is fate! Just why? Why?!" The voice was hoarse and harsh, The ten fingers scratched He Xuan's shoulders, causing Feng Shi to close his eyes unbearably.

That is injustice, unwillingness, and resentment.Those who can become absolutes are all people who are destined to die, but have a strong heart.Shi Qingxuan stared at He Xuandao with staring eyes, "You and my brother are officials in the same dynasty. For the past 100 years, you can see him every day, sit at the same table with him, and drink at the same table , together to watch a play and fight lights. You, you don’t know what to do, and you still find fault with him every day!!”

"And me?! I'm his younger brother, but I can only watch him secretly. I can't even show my face, make a conversation, or call him brother in an open and honest manner..."

As he spoke, tears rolled down, and a few drops fell on He Xuan's neck, which was chilly.

"You obviously...have the same name and date of birth as me. How bright you are...how high and high. But I am...a ghost in the gutter, destined to be different from you, destined to be despised by you, Hate for you..."

"He Xuan, do you know how much I envy you..."

His sobs gradually became lighter until they were inaudible.

He Xuan sighed, wanted to say something, twirled it around his mouth, and swallowed it back.

In the end, he just said, "...I don't hate you."

I haven't heard Shi Qingxuan's response for a long time.He Xuan moved his arms tentatively, but saw that the ghost king closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and his tears were half dry, but he kept this posture, lying on him and fell into a deep sleep.

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When the first ray of morning light entered the desert, an uninvited guest stepped into the gate of the ghost mansion.

This is a handsome young man in white shirt. He is holding a folding fan.But when he saw the plaque that said "Liufeng Ghost Mansion", his sharp gaze also turned a bit gentle.

"Qingxuan." He called out.This is the name of his beloved younger brother. Even after 200 years of separation and vicissitudes, their brotherhood remains the same as before.

Except for the whistling wind in the desert, no one answered.Shi Wudu felt strange, when he came here in the past, his younger brother always greeted him from a long distance, and he never left him alone.What happened today... At this moment, a ghost maid appeared, bowed to him, and said respectfully, "My lord, the young master entertained guests last night and got drunk. He hasn't woken up yet."

Shi Wudu was surprised, but it wasn't because of his younger brother's banquet - Pei Su told Pei Ming, and Pei Ming told him that the ghost king wanted to entertain He Xuan and Prince Xianle.What surprised him was, "Qingxuan can also get drunk with such a drinking capacity?"

After transforming into a ghost, Shi Qingxuan drank eight hundred altars of wine instead of one thousand, and he was really drunk.It was more surprising to say he was drunk than to say he was beaten.

He waved away the ghost attendant and walked towards the living room.Before he could get close, the smell from afar made him frown.

"This kid Qingxuan even took out the 'Golden Wind Dew'?" Shi Wudu thought unhappily, "Is this Prince Xianle pleasing him so much?"

He brushed over the blue and white jade pot and spring vase with water patterns on the corner of the table.This treasure bottle is a magic weapon he personally refined, and he gave it to Shi Qingxuan, who then used it to pretend to be flowers.It's funny to say that the water for growing flowers is the famous Mobei ghost wine, which is widely rumored in the world.Shi Qingxuan usually treats guests with this flower water.

Although it is watering water, after being soaked in the fairy air of the vase, the taste is also very fascinating.For ordinary people, it is no less than fine juice and jade liquid.Shi Qingxuan didn't stick to the details, and he drank it correctly, but Shi Wudu, who knew its source, couldn't say anything anyway.

Pei Ming didn't know about it.Besides, it doesn't matter even if he knows - as long as the beauty feeds him, not to mention the water for flowers, even the water for washing feet, he will drink it without blinking.

However, "Golden Wind Dew" is quite different.Shi Qingxuan told him that what was used to make this wine was not ordinary ghost grass, but precious flowers and trees he had planted himself, supplemented with fairy grass, and made nine nine eighty-one days with ghost bubbles, so Fang got an altar.The mellow aroma is strong, the taste is wonderful, and it is absolutely extraordinary. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairy dew.

Shi Wudu knows his younger brother's temperament, apart from himself, he only drank this Jinfenglu for Huacheng, no more.Now that a prince Xianle and a wind master He Xuan are being invited to a banquet, how could he be willing to take out this precious treasure?What kind of person is this Prince Xianle who pleases him so much?Thinking of this, I actually felt a little sour for no reason.

Shi Wudu has automatically excluded He Xuan, he said that because of his own reasons, his younger brother has always hated this wind master, and he must not have taken out the treasure for him.

After thinking about it, I still don't understand its meaning.Thinking about asking myself, I walked towards my brother's bedroom.