After reconciliation with Jianzun

The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is rich and greasy, the low tables and cushions in the corridor under the eaves are obviously messy, two tea bowls are tilted on the floor, the tea that flows out is not yet dry, the purple obsidian beads are still in place, and the ambiguous purple light wipes everything away. The details are clearly illuminated for people to imagine infinitely.

Ye Zhili could feel Sheng Jian's strong emotions, the familiar coercion was many times stronger than usual, and the momentum was terrifying. If it was put outside, it might scare the disciples of Xianmeng to their knees.

If the control is not good, the Immortal League will be renamed the Ice League.

He reminded aloud: "Sheng Jian."

Sheng Jian didn't answer, his eyes only fell on his neck.

Ye Zhili quickly realized that anyone who was bitten and had red marks would be embarrassed by others, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it.

And Sheng Jian took a step ahead of him, blocking his hand aside, gathering cold blue spiritual power at his fingertips, and lightly touched the red mark.

Some cold.

Ye Zhili flinched instinctively.

In fact, it is different from the extreme cold power that Shengma usually displays, the coolness that falls on his neck is more like a cluster of snowflakes, which is the most common thing in winter, so light that it seems to be weightless. After penetrating his skin, even become warmer.

When Sheng Jian withdrew his hand, Ye Zhili knew without looking that there was nothing left of that spot of Yin Hong.

He instinctively wanted to explain that he and Lu Juchen didn't have that kind of relationship, but if he explained it to Sheng Jian, it would be even more shameful. Before he could think about what to say, Sheng Jian opened his mouth first.

"Did he express his heart to you?"

Ye Zhili has a thin skin, especially he doesn't want to talk about Lu Juchen's feelings for him with Sheng Jian, so he can't help avoiding his eyes.

Sheng Jian's Adam's apple rolled a few times, as if he was doing a great struggle, the dangerous peak in his eyes was covered with clouds and mist, and the sea was also rolled up by storm: "You treat him?"

Ye Zhili pondered for a long time, and was about to answer, but was suddenly interrupted by Sheng Jian: "Take you to a place."

He looked at Sheng Jian in disbelief, but his eyes intersected with Sheng Jian's, and he only caught a little annoyance sporadically.

Sheng Jian is running away, he thought.

Sheng Jian was afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want to accept, so he regretted the moment he said the words.

This realization made his heart tremble, and before he could ask any more questions, he felt his waist tighten, and Sheng Jian grabbed the flying sword, and the cold light cut a blue tail in the air, and flew straight into the distance go.

The place Shengma mentioned was a bare mountaintop.

There is not even a dry tree branch, only a few rocks piled up irregularly.

Although the field of vision is good, it is a pity that tonight there is only a very thin sliver of the moon, and a few faintly shining stars hang in the corner, which are useless at all.

Well done, what did Shengma bring him here for?

As if understanding his doubts, Sheng Jian asked lightly: "Do you still remember what day it is?"

Ye Zhili was at a loss.

What day is today?

He thought for a while, and tentatively replied: "The celebration day for the conclusion of the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle?"

Sheng Jian was so amused by this answer that his expression relaxed: "Today is your birthday."

Ye Zhili was taken aback when he heard this.

His birthday?

A monk has a long life, and few people celebrate birthdays every year. He didn't celebrate much in his last life, and now there are so many trivial things, so he completely forgets about them.

He looked around the mountaintop again and had a premonition in his heart.

Suddenly a bright light cluster flashed in the sky, followed by a loud bang sound which reached his ears.

Fireworks of various colors illuminated the gloomy sky just like daytime, and the sound of ascension to heaven was like a cheerful hymn.

He remembered that many years ago, Shengma set off such a fireworks for him.

It was his first birthday since they were together.

It's funny to say that Sheng Jian took him to a deserted ancient city wall after dark that day. There were ruins and ruins everywhere.

He almost thought that Sheng Jian was going to bury him under the city wall.

Just before he was about to tremble, brilliant colors exploded in the sky, the sudden sound and light startled him into Sheng Jian's arms, and it took him a while to react.

He never thought that Sword Master Yuanheng, who seemed to be in the clouds and not stained by the mortal world, would give him such a down-to-earth birthday celebration.

A voice like Shen Ye sounded beside his ears: "I passed by Jiulizhou before, and I heard that birthdays should be celebrated with fireworks."

He also heard the heartbeat that was different from the past under the strong chest.

Shengma was tense.

Because I'm afraid he won't like it.

But how could he not like it, he likes the fireworks all over the sky and the heartbeat so close to him.

He quickly stood on tiptoe and kissed Sheng Jian's cool side face, then leaned back against his warm chest, and even had to find the most comfortable position, unwilling to blink and look at the sky.

Sheng Jian wrapped his arms around his waist and his chin rested on his shoulders. Amidst the bangs, he discussed with him which color and pattern looked the best.

When everything is silent, it is the ultimate love.

As in memory, Sheng Jian came up from behind.

The touch, temperature, and heartbeat are the same as before.

The sweet smell of the purple obsidian beads had all dissipated along the way, and he was only trapped in the familiar sandalwood fragrance of Xin'an, maybe it was too similar, so he didn't struggle for a while.

It turned out that Sheng Jian disappeared for a day today to do these things.

"Thank you."

Sheng Jian's voice became steady: "I'm afraid you won't like it."

Ye Zhili chuckled lightly, taking in the afterglow of the last firework.

Before he could say anything, Sheng Jian had one free hand, hanging a handful of bright shark pearls in front of the two of them, and then took out a letter.

Ye Zhili asked curiously, "What is it?"

Sheng Jian unfolded for him: "The letter from Xuanjian Pavilion is for both of us."

Ye Zhili's eyes lit up, and he quickly looked up.

The beginning of the letter is Ji Taxue's solemn exhortation to care, then Yao Wu said to rest assured that everything is fine in the player outside, and finally Xu Song's account of the whole article, as well as greetings from several others.

Sheng Jian's deep and pleasant voice sounded at the right time: "They miss you very much."

Ye Zhixin felt warm in his heart, he only stayed in Xuanjian Pavilion for a few months, but he really made some good friends.

It has nothing to do with Sheng Jian, and he made friends with his own ability.

Sheng Jian continued: "I know you don't want to stay in Xianmeng, why don't we go back to Xuanjian Pavilion together. Zhili, I don't expect to start over, at least give me a chance to pursue."

Ye Zhili lowered his eyes, quietly looking at the hands around his waist.

Even if he can forget the past, emotionally speaking, is Sheng Jian worthy of entrustment and trust?

While the two were breathing intertwined, he finally stretched out his hand and covered it.

He was trying to take Shengma's hand away.

Sensing his attitude, Sheng Jian tightened the ring even more, as if once loosened, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"The situation in Xianmeng is complicated, and Xuanjian Pavilion is safer. If you don't want to see me, I won't come down from the mountain. Even if you don't stay in Xuanjian Pavilion, it's better to go back and have a look."

It is rare for Sheng Jian to say so many things at once, and it seems that he really wants to go with Ye Zhili.

If they separate this time, the two of them really have no future.

Ye Zhili looked into the distance, but he didn't realize it.

In all fairness, he also liked the people and the atmosphere of Xuanjian Pavilion very much.

Go back and say hello and report that you are safe, it should be ok...

He said softly, "Let me think about it."

This was the first time he backed down in the stalemate relationship between the two after his rebirth.

The next day.

Ye Zhili suddenly thought about the devil energy.

His thinking that afternoon was not fruitless, but he needed to verify a conjecture.

Demons cannot be reincarnated, they will only turn into demonic energy after several deaths, and demonic energy will erode the foundation of the world, make the four seasons disorder, and the sun and the moon reversed.

Will the demon world also be affected by the demon energy and become unable to survive?

If this is the case, judging from the behavior of the Demon Realm for a hundred years, the Demon Lord used the cracks to import demons into the human world, either fighting or hiding, in order to reduce the number of demons in the Demon Realm and pass on the harm of demon energy.

Moreover, Mozun has been looking for a way to make demons reincarnate and no longer become demonic, which is also a kind of proof.

Sheng Jian is the only one who has been to the Demon Realm in this huge realm of comprehension.

At Sanruo Mountain, he was poisoned by the eight-eyed sea dragon in his body. In order to find an antidote, Shengjian broke into the demon world alone and killed eighteen eight-eyed sea dragons that were taller than the mountain.

However, at the beginning Sheng Jian was so focused on searching for medicine that he didn't pay much attention to other things, only remembering that he was indeed full of lifeless energy.

The two discussed a few words, and Sheng Jian decided to go to the crack near Xianmeng to take a look.

There is no need to enter the demon world, the risk is too great, just look at the dead energy in the crack, and whether the dead energy in the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle is the same.

After Sheng Jian left, Ye Zhili talked to Lu Juchen for a while.Xuanjian Pavilion is not like the Immortal League, Lu Juchen can't stay there for long, if he chooses to go back, he is destined not to go with him.

If you don't like it, you don't like it. He will never hang people up all the time.

Lu Juchen was not surprised by his answer, but his loss was very obvious: "Little Yezi, let's discuss it later, I will definitely do better than Shengjian."

Ye Zhili smiled: "It has nothing to do with Sheng, it's just about feelings..."

Seeing Lu Juchen's expression, Ye Zhili rubbed the tip of his nose, and said truthfully, "I like a single type."

He fell in love with Sheng Jian at first sight not simply because of the vulgar "hero saving the beauty", Sheng Jian's temperament is also an important reason to attract his heart.

If he finds a Taoist companion again, he will also choose someone with the same temperament.

As if struck by lightning, Lu Juchen took a while to say: "I can change it."

Ye Zhili rubbed Lu Juchen's head, just like how he treated the child who was not as tall as him when he was refining the mountain: "Just be yourself, you will meet a suitable and suitable Taoist companion."

Lu Juchen held his hand instead, and said firmly, "I will become what you like."

Ye Zhili was a little helpless: "Don't change your most essential things for others, and, besides, I'm leaving."

When Lu Juchen heard about his plan to go to Xuanjian Pavilion, he knew he couldn't keep it. He thought about it for a long time, then rubbed his chin and came up with a bad idea: "Then I will bring Lianshan to marry."

Ye Zhili: "..."

The author has something to say: Reminder in the back row, it is still a little far away from he, and the knife will be dropped tomorrow.