Fairy strokes my top

Yu Xuanji was standing under a tree, and there was another person under the tree, it was Xuan Cheng, and they were watching a monk accepting the pilgrim's money with a grin in a corner of the wall.

This monk is still young, dressed plainly, but decent, and meticulous, especially when he speaks properly, he has the appearance of a master of Taoism.

"Money can make ghosts grind." Yu Xuanji said to Xuan Cheng, "After paying the money, you can even relieve your pain and troubles. Do you want to go? I think I need it very much."

Xuan Cheng showed a look of embarrassment, not to mention that Yu Xuanji even believed this, Xuan Cheng almost showed contempt, and put it away again, maybe he just asked him to play with this bald donkey, who knows?

Yu Xuanji poured out a large bead that was usually used for offering rewards, and walked up with it in his hand.

The monk saw that both of them were dressed in rich brocade, and that Yu Xuanji, who was the leader, was also handsome and handsome. He bowed to the two in front of him graciously, and sang again.

The two looked at him with smiles, and the little monk cut straight to the point: "May I ask which kind person has a chance to get married with the poor monk?"

The monk has a soft voice, but his body is burly. He is dressed in common clothes. Yu Xuanji swept him back and forth from head to toe a few times, trying to gain insight into the monk's morality, but he had some headaches. This person's level is not low, but he is docile and well-behaved It looks like a trickster.

Yu Xuanji said mercilessly: "I don't want you, my suffering is too deep, I don't want to hurt you."

The little monk has seen this kind of person a lot, and he is not angry. Looking at Yu Xuanji's face, he pinches and changes his fingers. A fortune teller is waiting to be drawn. Finally, he loosens his five fingers. Come to relieve your worries."

Yu Xuanji remained silent, Xuancheng asked him what was going on with his eyes, Yu Xuanji gave a sad "how is it possible?", expressing deeply that he was really troubled, why didn't he come to "get rid of the suffering" What about?

Xuancheng had no choice but to turn his head and listen to the little monk's words.

The monk said: "Have you brought enough silver for the donor? Buddhism has a level. Although I met the donor by chance, we didn't know each other very well after all. But if the donor asks the Buddha sincerely and believes in money, he will not hold grudges about it." .”

Just as the monk was about to speak, Yu Xuanji sent a huge bead, and the strong medicine was useless.

He received this bright and bright bead, and the little monk smashed it on the top of his shining head, but it couldn't be broken. The Buddha's heart is quite strong!

The little monk lowered his eyebrows and was overjoyed, and then said in a loud voice compassionately: "I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell, benefactor, this little monk will help you through all the hardships you don't want to have."

The monk kept talking about the word "wealth", Xuancheng thought, the bowl in this kind of person's hand is not for alms and preaching, but a golden bowl. If there are people in this world who don't have such troubles, then this The little monk can be counted as one without hesitation.

When the little monk left, the two turned their backs.

Yu Xuanji found a long and wide bridge pier and sat down. Xuan Cheng sat down for a while: "Be taller than him, let's go to Master Jialan next?" Xuan Cheng raised one hand, pretending to die He made a bow, "Listen to that magic stick?"

Yu Xuanji spread his legs apart, nodded, and twirled his fingers lightly on his chin: "Galan, listen, it seems that there are Sanskrit sounds in my ears."

***

Quan Chanbing worked hard to balance his body. He didn't recognize or be familiar with the scene here. The only person who could be called by his name was Yu Xuanji beside him, not to mention how big and wide this place was.

A group of phantoms sent Yu Xuanji in floatingly, and he officially stepped out of the panic and entered the illusion. He told Quan Chanbing what he knew: "I can only get here by this method."

The blood below Yu Xuanji's chest and abdomen had disappeared without a trace, as if he was not the one who stabbed the sword in the utility room just now, but he was walking on the street, "I can bear the pain, as long as it can bring us here strangely."

Quan Chanbing remembered that before Yu Xuanji entered the Void Realm, he thought about what he wanted him to know: "Yu Xuanji, tell me in detail when you go back, do you know the situation here? You said you have something to tell me? "

Yu Xuanji replied: "Yes, just ahead, follow me."

Familiar with the road, crossed a bridge on the river, passed two families, walked through the bridge piers that could not be seen at a glance, and declined a small vendor selling paper lanterns. Suddenly, Quan Chanbing saw Yu Xuanji carved out of molds one by one. , is going against their path, going further and further away.

He looked back intently again, as if he had been struck by lightning!

Occasionally, the appearance is still so familiar. This appearance is similar to the people around him. It is almost the same person. At least under the conditions visible to the naked eye, the two people look almost the same.

He couldn't believe that there were two people so similar. Every time that person stopped and turned his head, he forgot what he was about to say.

Yu Xuanji also noticed with concentration that "Yu Xuanji" and Xuan Cheng were not far ahead. At this moment, these two people bumped into each other with a bang. Yu Xuanji turned his head sideways, just as he expected, with a smile and I am exactly the same.

Quan Chanbing walked forward unrealistically, with each sound, the person in front laughed loudly, and when it was poured into his ears through the water, it was surprisingly similar, amazingly similar, he seemed to understand what this illusion meant.

Quan Chanbing squinted at Yu Xuanji from the corner of his eye. He had a cold face and expressionless face. He covered his hands with rippling sleeves. The hands underneath were empty and the palms were clean. There was nothing there now. After a sword strike, the black sword was sharply restrained.

Quan Chanbing paused for a moment, and his thoughts began to return to a semblance of clarity. "Yu Xuanji" looked at him a few times in the middle, which was really unbelievable, and it was too shocking for him. He was thinking of saying something: "By the way, you just now What did you look for in the utility room, and why didn't you look for it again?"

"Oh, Thousand Characters, I remember there was a copy there before, and I went there by chance." Yu Xuanji hadn't completely relieved the pain, and his face was a little pale. He slapped his temples, "I have to read something, It doesn't seem to hurt that much."

Yu Xuanji's thick physique is usually properly tempered with medicine stones in the sect. It is a hot and strong man's body. Even if the long sword flew out violently just now, and the violent wind burst from his eyes, he just His sight was darkened, blocked by his rock-like body, Yu Xuanji grabbed his wrist fiercely and pressed it against his ear, he smelled a strong smell of wet blood.

As they walked, Yu Xuanji glared over: "Master, what's wrong?"

Yu Xuanji looked over with a smile, as if he didn't feel any pain, everything was over, Quan Chanbing nodded, raised his hand, paused again, and finally his gaze fell on his bulging body wrapped under his clothes. On the body, it was also the place where the blood flowed profusely just now.

Yu Xuanji also lowered his head, following Quan Chanbing's gaze, he sneered.

The blood that criss-crossed there was no longer visible, but Quan Chanbing always felt that there was a cold, crazy smell that only belonged to blood.

Yu Xuanji turned over the folded clothes at the neckline, and opened it up to the neck, and was not in a hurry to put the clothes back to the original. Yu Xuanji's wrist holding the lapel had black spells climbing up, and he grinned and looked at the collar. The space was densely packed, as if there was a slight pain, but he didn't dislike it, or put his head down to express doubts, but looked at the expression, which was a bit perverted to enjoy.

He rubbed his hands carelessly where the strange black characters grew, and he chuckled lightly: "Master, I kind of want to cut open and see what these things are?" His lips suddenly moved towards Quan Chanbing Over there, his handsome face was full of ridicule, his breath warmly hit Quan Chanbing's side cheek, and he murmured, "Look at me just now, the sword was stabbed to the end, and I'm still completely intact Standing here, anyway, everything here is not real, I can bear this kind of pain, it doesn't hurt to death, it's just stimulation."

He licked his teeth affectionately with his tongue.

Yu Xuanji's hoarse voice didn't seem to be a lie. Quan Chanbing watched vigilantly another black tattooed curse climbed up his protruding collarbone. It seemed to be wrapped in a powerful spiritual flow, and the curvy words were like beasts. Ling Xie's scorching hotness was released, rooted, bloodthirsty, and when Yu Xuanji walked into him, that feeling became more obvious, from his uppermost shoulder to the slightly lower collarbone, and then to the lowermost sword The chest where the handle is sunk, these three points just connected into a stiff curve, cutting down obliquely, dangerous and harsh, like a violent blade just out of its sheath.

Quan Chanbing's whole body, limbs and bones are under the control of the person who came over, and the whole atmosphere around him is filled with the breath of Yu Xuanji. Quan Chanbing's fingers are a little frozen, and this suffocating feeling imprisons him.

Quan Chanbing moved his eyes away and called out: "Yu Xuanji, next time you do something like this, you can talk to me and divert your attention. I am your master, so you are welcome."

Yu Xuanji held his other arm with one arm, curled up one of his legs, shifted his body weight, and changed his posture to a more leisurely one. He didn't dare to take the initiative to hold Quan Chanbing's hand.

But now, looking at Quan Chanbing's sharp tone, he breathed out a turbid breath in his chest. He probed carefully, as if even the last trace of pain in his chest had been tortured. Under Quan Chanbing's gaze Next, he raised his hand and straightened his clothes.

In the end, Yu Xuanji bent his eyes and smiled, this person is really soft-hearted.

Yu Xuanji glanced at Quan Chanbing, the undercurrent of the river behind Quan Chanbing splashed, he smiled, smiled lowly, and then lightly touched him, Yu Xuanji let go of his five fingers pinching his arm, he raised his hand, circled Quan Chanbing Chan Bing's neck rested on his shoulders.

Yu Xuanji pulled himself closer: "Master is so cold when he cares about people." He suddenly lowered his head, and rested his head on Quan Chanbing's shoulder, and it fell as soon as it fell, "But I really didn't need it just now, the time for the sword to go in It's too long. When the magic circle is up, I have to seriously feel the horrifying pain, and then seize the first chance to hold you in. If it's too warm to talk to you, I'm afraid I won't be able to feel the pain. gone."

The uneasy expression on Quan Chanbing's face slightly relaxed, and he looked back at Yu Xuanji calmly, as if hesitating for something?

Yu Xuanji approached again, leaned over to look at Quan Chanbing's opened eyes, and said, "Since the master said so, you should remember what the master himself said, and remember that next time, it might be me around you."

There are constant noises around, childish children laughing, and tourists are like weaving.

Quan Chanbing's eyes turned, and in the passage of time in the illusion, Quan Chanbing suddenly remembered the moment when he was pushed into the illusion by Yu Xuanji, and the moment when Yu Xuanji dripped blood on his hand, and then evaporated.

It's blood, hot blood, only if you endure it firmly, you won't cry out for pain.

That look clearly hurts.

Quan Chanbing paused for a while, and several figures flashed before his eyes, and suddenly, he sighed softly.

"Yu Xuanji, since I saw it, if you need to come here next time, let me come, unless you find a new way." His pupils rolled, "I don't want to be so selfish."