sword color

"Du Zhilan, what are you doing?"

Jian Qing looked at the grotesque stalactites in the cave and was amazed by them, but then lost interest—after all, such things are inedible and difficult to touch.

When he turned his head, he saw that Mr. Du was lying on top of the well in a very indecent position, muttering something.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems that there is an unknown power field in the dark, which changes quietly in the whole body.

Jian Qing always felt that for a moment, goose bumps all over his body exploded, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no clue, so he had to attribute it to the fact that the cave was too humid and cold.

The sudden sound in the quiet environment seemed to startle Du Zhilan.He turned around and forcefully withdrew a smile, and said, "Jianqing, this water seems to be salty."

"Huh?" Jian Qing turned his attention from him to the spring water, frowned and looked forward, "The water of the spiritual spring should be sweet and refreshing. How can it be salty like sea water..."

"I don't know..." Du Zhilan took advantage of Jian Qing's bending over, quietly stood up and took two steps back, so that only Jian Qing's figure was reflected in Gujing.

His little heart kept beating nervously, so he had to cover it with his hands, for fear that the thumping sound would be too loud and jump out of his chest.

Jian Qing took out the jade bottle from his sleeve, and visually measured that it was just an arm's length away from the surface of the spring water.

He was just about to lean over to pour water, when suddenly a pitch-black vine as thick as his forearm burst out of the water!

"retreat--"

Without any warning, without any buffer time, Jian Qing only had time to utter a single syllable before he was wrapped around his arms and neck by the strange vines of great strength, and was dragged into the well water as quickly as electricity!

"Jianqing!!" The unexpected crisis made Du Zhilan stunned.

His first reaction was to pounce on him, trying to hug Jian Qing's legs, but unfortunately he was half a step too late.

The navy blue gown slipped away at his fingertips, but Du Zhilan didn't grab anything, instead, because of too much force, he slammed his forehead heavily on the hard stone of the well, and a large piece of it was bruised and purple, almost bleeding from the knock.

"Hiss..." Du Zhilan covered his hideous face because of his distorted face, his brows stood on end with anger, "What kind of bullshit wishing well! I've torn you down! Return Jian Qing!"

He rested his anger for a while, pressed his five fingers on the eaves of the well, jumped forward, jumped into the well with a plop, and sank down.

In a short while, there were clouds of green smoke coming out of the ancient well, which was originally calm, and the water surface seemed to be boiled, with hot bubbles constantly bubbling.

It turned out that it was Du Zhilan who broke out in anger, turning into a crimson red lotus flame that enveloped him, and the high temperature boiled the spring water near Jingli!

Water and fire have been incompatible since ancient times, but Du Zhilan's bewitching red lotus fire was born in the water and maintained the form of flames. Du Zhilan, who had a fierce look inside, was majestic in the water and fire, like a god and demon.

"Wait... If Jian Qing is still in the water, won't he be scalded?" Du Zhilan suddenly woke up with a jolt, and quickly put away the flames all over his body.

"Ouch—" As a result, he was the first to be burned.

Little did he know that Jian Qing had already been dragged by Hei Teng to another world.

Right now, his consciousness has just woken up from the chaotic state, and it looks strange to his eyes.

The red silk hangs in the sky, and the silk hangs down to the ground.

Lying under the body is the soft and beautiful gums, the finger touches the silky silk quilt, and the red silk tent is embroidered with large peonies, and the nose is full of exotic fragrance, smelling They linger and forget to return, willing to indulge in it.

If it were an ordinary person here, I'm afraid he would rather be intoxicated than wake up, but Jianqing Daoist sat up straight with a "swish", like a dead body.

"Who is sneaking here, come out!" Jian Qing threw up his sleeves, his face was indifferent, which was quite different from his usual gentle appearance, and he seemed quite annoyed.

"Hehe, why should the elder be angry?" A sweet female voice drifted out from behind the overlapping tents.

The voice sounded distant and vague, but the next moment, it appeared directly behind Jian Qing!

"The Immortal Elder is exhausted from running around, let the servants serve you." The woman exhaled like blue, uttering each word like a groan, and after the scorching breath sprayed on the sword's neck, he could even clearly feel that his own His hairs stood on end.

"Get out!" Jian Qing's brows flashed with anger, a long sword sounded from behind, and the woman screamed, she was instantly shaken away, and fell down on the ivory bed.

Jian Qing turned around, and only then did she see the woman's appearance clearly: the light purple gauze was half covered, her face was first-class and stunning, with two bright eyes under the willow eyebrows, both resentful and angry, her cheeks were flushed Like Yunxia, ​​as if annoyed by the Taoist priest's ignorance of pity for fragrance and jade, she looked at Jianqing with anger and shame, with the gauze dress hanging down her shoulders, revealing half of her fragrant shoulders.

If Du Zhilan was here, he would probably have a nosebleed, and he would pounce on him so frivolously.

Jian Qing frowned even tighter, annoyed why he was thinking about these incomprehensible things at this critical moment.

"Who are you? Where is this?"

With the long sword in hand, pointing at the edge of the sword, a cold light bloomed on the tip of the sword.

The purple-clothed woman seemed quite afraid and did not dare to go forward. Instead, she was lying on her side on the gum bed. The nails of her hands were dotted with bright red peonies. She gently lifted her dress, revealing a pair of slender and charming jade legs.

The hand went up the long leg to the shoulder again, brushed away the long hair that was in the way, and unbuttoned the belt very slowly.

"Immortal Elder, my maiden's name is Ziquan, and the path of cultivating the Tao is unbearably lonely. Wouldn't it be nice if you and I practiced together and went to Wushan Cloud and Rain together, not only greatly improving our skills, but also enjoying the bliss in the world?"

Ziquan speaks slowly and softly, his voice is clear and clear like a clear spring, and his demeanor is extremely provocative. The incense in the silk tent is swaying, sensual.

If it were an ordinary person, she would probably die from swollen blood vessels, or let her suck enough Yuanyang in the madness of passion, and her essence would be exhausted to death.

Even Jian Qing, who asked himself that his heart was like still water, could feel the qi and blood in his body churning, his face flushed and his heart beating.

God is so pitiful, he has worked so hard to maintain his virginity for 29 years, and finally tonight - he will become a 30-year virgin!

Damn banshee, don't destroy it!

Jian Qing watched her with a blank face, posing in various poses on the gum bed alone, singing a one-man show.

After at least half a cup of tea, he finally spoke slowly:

"Sorry, I don't like hairless..."

Ziquan was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Hairy... Could it be that this Taoist likes savages?

Just when the corners of her eyes were twitching, but hearing a loud "bang", it seemed that a hole had collapsed somewhere.

A furious tiger's roar shook the cave echoing everywhere, and stone chips continued.

"Where did you come from?! Dare to grab the sword from the master?! Go back and find a small stick to poke yourself!"

"..." Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, his face was livid for a moment, then slowly softened, and finally turned into a helpless sigh: "The hairy one is here..."