sword color

Mr. Du closed his eyes, waiting for the wonderful enjoyment brought by the soft touch under his lips—but when he was less than one centimeter away from the other person's face, he suddenly felt that he was completely frozen, and he couldn't get any closer no matter how he moved.

Du Zhilan opened his eyes abruptly, Jian Qing's icy expression was immediately reflected in his eyes.

"Uh, sword woo--"

"If I don't give you some color, you won't know why the flowers are so red." Jian Qing brushed off his sleeves, stood up, and turned his head to look at the tiger who was smashed to the wall by his fist. Young Master Pidu then slowly rolled the pig's trotter into his stomach, belched and said: "Since Mr. Du is so hungry and thirsty, I will send the Buddha to the West, so that you can have enough fun."

As he spoke, Jian Qing picked up a pig bone at his feet, and entered the formula casually.

A dazzling golden light flashed away, and the pig's bone turned into a white and powdery sow, running to the base of the wall, rubbing and rubbing tenderly beside Du Zhilan.

"...Pig?! Damn! How dare you lick me?" Du Zhilan got the strength from nowhere, got up and ran away.

"Don't you like heat?" Jian Qing sat leisurely in the center, adding firewood to the campfire, and said with a smile: "Let you have enough heat."

Du Zhilan kicked the sow away in disgust, circled around the bonfire, and said sadly: "Jian Qing, you can't do this! At least you can become a beautiful vixen!"

"Wouldn't that be too cheap for you." Jian Qing glanced over, but there was no other movement. The sow roared and suddenly grew into a ferocious porcupine, chasing Du Zhilan extremely persistently.

"Jian Qing!!" Du Zhilan was extremely glad that he was not wearing ordinary clothes, otherwise he would have been bitten by this pig.

"Take it." Jian Qing called back the porcupine, looked at Du Zhilan panting with a half-smile, "Do you still dare?"

"Don't dare...don't dare..." Du Zhilan squatted on the ground and breathed out, with a look of fear on his face, the excitement just now disappeared long ago.

"Stay here obediently, I'll go back when I go." Jian Qing nodded in satisfaction, leaving an invisible barrier at the gate of the temple, "It's almost night, don't run around, this barrier can prevent monsters from invading, you are here Wait here for my return."

"Hmm..." Du Zhilan replied listlessly, Jian Qing saw that he started to wander off again, ignored him, and left.

The setting sun in the sky sinks into the mountains little by little.

Jian Qing walks in the mortal world, and seldom uses the sword for non-urgent matters, and now he just shuttles through the woods at a leisurely pace.

The elder is currently searching for ingredients.

It's not that he didn't eat enough for dinner, it's just that he just turned his anger into appetite, and accidentally ate Du Zhilan's portion, and he felt bad after his anger subsided.

"Du Zhilan, Du Zhilan...what a trouble." Jian Qing raised his eyes to look at the sky, even though he said so, there was a hint of a smile on his face.

There are many disciples of the Shenxu Sect, he is senior, and the people below call him uncle and uncle, as if he is really old.

Those who cultivate immortals abandon common names in the world, and the Taoist name is the name.

However, those respectful titles have been removed, and it seems good to hear someone call "Jian Qing" without any scruples occasionally.

"Hmm... it's just a little bit of color." Jian Qing pursed his lips, shot down a fat pheasant expressionlessly, and said to himself, "It's better to be eunuch..."

Unexpectedly, the pheasant still held its breath, and when it heard this, it immediately rolled its eyes-it was scared to death.

The cruel Elder Jianqing didn't care about its inhumane way of death, he just picked up the chicken paw and walked back, thinking about things in his heart while walking.

At that time, the Tiger Demon King escaped from death, he didn't think too much about it, now that he thinks about it carefully, he realizes that there are many things wrong.

Logically speaking, only a thousand-year-old monster with very high mana can cultivate a soul, but now it appears on a mere hundred-year-old monster king, which is too unreasonable.

And... how could a seriously injured ordinary spirit endow the body with the ability to absorb Yuanyang?

Jian Qing frowned subconsciously, and couldn't figure it out for a moment.

……

But it is said that Young Master Du in the temple is currently in another major crisis after the courtship of the porcupine.

There was silence in the temple, only the sound of the wind outside.

He sat motionless, staring calmly at a black cat outside the temple gate, but his tight lips revealed his uneasy mood at the moment.

The black cat lingered at the entrance of the temple, and its two dark green cat eyes were also staring at Du Zhilan inside, making a strange cat meow from time to time.

"Get lost, dead cat..." Du Zhilan forced himself to remain calm, praying secretly in his heart.

Jianqing once said that there is an enchantment at the entrance of the temple, and even ghosts and ghosts cannot enter, that is to say, ordinary people can still come and go freely?

Du Zhilan was tangled in his thoughts, if he had been an ordinary bobcat, he might have run in, but if he couldn't get in—wouldn't the cat monster be more terrifying?

"Jianqing, why don't you come back to me quickly!"

This was the first time that Du Zhilan missed that stinky bull nose so much. Du Zhilan grabbed a piece of firewood in his hand and prayed silently: "Jian Qing, come back soon, at worst, I won't take advantage of you. Can't I let you take advantage of me? Come back soon..."

"Meow--!!"

Du Zhilan was taken aback by a hoarse meow, and when he turned his head to look, cold sweat broke out on his forehead—that cat was hitting the barrier!

"It really is a cat demon!" He slapped his forehead in frustration, "Damn crow's mouth!"

What's the best way to go now, where did Jian Qing, that stinky bull nose go? !

"Meow!" Seeing that the barrier was not moving at all, the black cat yelled sharply, and scratched it fiercely with its sharp claws!

A sharp and ear-piercing grinding sound, which made people's teeth ache, spread far away in the silent wilderness.

Du Zhilan's heart pounded from scratching.

But no matter what, the black cat was still unable to break through the barrier.

After discovering this fact, Du Zhilan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and soon became complacent: "Hey, dead bastard! I was so scared!"

As he said that, he played with the firewood in his hand, walked slowly to the gate of the temple, poked it in the direction of the black cat, and said with a triumphant smile: "Come on, come on, dead beast! There is something to bite the little cat!" My Lord? Hey, do you dare to come in, my Lord will chop you up and drink!"

"Meow!!" The black cat screamed suddenly, and gave him a hard look with both eyes.

"Why? Unconvinced?" Du Zhilan slanted a pair of peach blossom eyes, contemptuously said, what Jian Qing said is not wrong, if you say monsters can't get in, you definitely can't get in, and it doesn't matter if you stare until your eyes fall out. use.

Just at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from a distance outside the temple gate.

"Jianqing!" Du Zhilan was overjoyed.

The black cat squinted its eyes and looked back, and scratched the barrier again unwillingly, but finally returned without success, so it had to leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, there were not only one or two people walking in a hurry, but a large group of strong men with swords, shouting and cursing.

"Second Young Master has ordered that if you catch that white tiger, you will be rewarded whether you live or die—"

As soon as they stepped into the temple, they met Du Zhilan face to face, both of them were stunned for an instant.

"Big, big... Eldest young master!"

Du Zhilan was taken aback at first, then his face sank, he raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "Hmph, so you still remember me as the young master!"

Several guards looked at each other, then knelt down and wept: "Young master! We found you! We have been unable to eat or sleep for the past few days since you disappeared, and our hair has turned white from anxiety. The young ones know about the young master." You are an auspicious person with a natural aspect..."

The distant mountains in the west finally swallowed up a corner of the setting sun, and the whole sky became darker unconsciously.

The mountain wind blows even stronger, and the trees are shadowed.

"...Which blind bastard said that the young master was eaten by a tiger? Our young master who is wise, mighty, prosperous and blessed, why——"

The guards were spitting all over their mouths, when suddenly their eyes blurred, and before they could react, a pair of fluffy ears popped out from the well-behaved young master, and a long tail grew out from behind his buttocks!

"Roar--"

Du Zhilan was taken aback, and was about to explain, but the guards had already screamed in horror: "Monster, monster!!"

"My son is not a monster! I am Du Zhilan!"

"This monster dares to pretend to be the young master! The young master has been eaten, tell the second young master the news, and kill the tiger demon to avenge the young master!"

"Yes, go!"

"You guys! I'm not a monster! I—"

The guards didn't listen to Du Zhilan's words at all, and they all ran away in fright. He chased them out angrily, but the more he explained, the faster they ran, and the more terrified their expressions became.

Du Zhilan was not very familiar with running on all fours, and he still stumbled and looked disheartened.

The sun had already completely sunk down the mountain, and as night fell, only Du Zhilan's mournful and angry roar resounded in the mountain wind.

The only response to him was vicious curses and sharp swords and stones from the guards.

"Meow~" Seeing that he finally walked out of the ruined temple by himself, the black cat gracefully came out from behind the tree, staring at Du Zhilan with cold eyes, overflowing with coldness...