Prosperous Beauty System

As the residence of Taiwei Daoist Jiang Lin, Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace is magnificent and dazzling.

It's a pity that there is a fly in the ointment, such a clean and beautiful palace group is so cold that there is no smoke and fire. Every day, there are only flying cranes circling on the curled eaves, and occasionally one or two long chirps, which is a rare and lively place.

Jiang Lin likes to be quiet, so there are not many Taoist boys serving in Miaoyan Palace, and most of them are sent to serve in the bedroom where Xie Weiyan lives.

Xie Weiyan also doesn't like excitement, but he doesn't like Jiang Lin who goes to his bedroom whenever he is free.

Two days have passed since the banquet in Xianyou Palace, and the monks who temporarily lived in Taixu Daomen have left one after another. Xie Weiyan wanted to take this opportunity to pass on the letter of the sword, but Jiang Lin watched closely, and he never had a chance.

Today, the opportunity finally arrived.

Daozong came out of customs, and Jiang Lin, as Taiwei Daojun, had to be distracted to deal with other things no matter how much he disliked dealing with the affairs of the Daoist sect, no matter how reluctant he was to part with his lover.

"I'll be back soon."

There are still many Cambodian books on the Qingyu case, Taoist Taiwei gently hugs his lover, the scattered black hair and black hair of the two are entangled, revealing the porcelain white and delicate skin of Xie Weiyan.

The cold-colored clothes faded between half of the arms, Xie Weiyan lowered his head, his clenched lips and teeth intertwined with the slender white fingers clasping the jade case, looming under the black hair.

"Clatter—" A stack of Cambodian books fell to the ground with the shaking of the table.

Xie Weiyan's line of sight was blurred, and he lay down on the table in a daze.

"Wait for me, wait for me."

Xie Weiyan didn't hear Jiang Lin's words clearly. He was still unconscious, but his abdomen hurt badly. He endured the pain for a long time, but couldn't hold it back, so he tremblingly stretched out his hand to push the man behind him.

"Jiang Lin... Ah Lin, it hurts..."

Jiang Lin stopped for a while, hugged him from behind, and pressed him down all at once.

……

As of today, Jiang Lin has been out of Taoism for eight hours. One hour ago, Xie Weiyan received the sword letter from the other party, and the Taoist boy who served him before a cup of tea was ordered to deliver medicine to him.

In the corner of the bedroom, the window was open, and the soft light from outside passed through the gauze and fell on the smooth and shiny floor, reflecting Xie Weiyan's figure sitting on the table in front of the window.

Flying cranes hovered in the dojo outside, one after another snow-white flying cranes landed and flew up again, Xie Weiyan leaned sleepily against the window, but strained his eyelids to count the cranes outside.

"Mr. Dao, it's time to drink the medicine." Dao Tong standing beside him said cautiously.

Xie Weiyan turned his head, he was wearing cold-colored clothes today, with long-sleeved cloud clothes, against that depressing face, adding a bit of ethereal coldness for no reason.

"I haven't seen any effect after drinking this medicine for more than a month. Could it be that there are some shady herbs in it?" His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he picked up the porcelain white bowl on the short table beside him, and said calmly.

Daotong felt a "thud" in his heart, and before he could react, Xie Weiyan had already started to drink slowly.

"...You can rest assured, Daoist Lord Taiwei puts all the medicines in the soup with your own hands, and there will never be any mistakes."

Xie Weiyan naturally knew that Jiang Lin was very possessive, and he had to do everything related to him by himself, and he would not borrow any help from others.

"Get back." After drinking the medicine, Xie Weiyan leaned against the window again.

The wisteria flowers outside the palace are blooming more and more. For some unknown reason, the white mist that has been lingering on the cliff all year round has dissipated a lot, and it is not as ethereal as before.

Daotong took the order and left.

After a while, Xie Weiyan, who was leaning against the window, sat up, and made a gesture with his fingertips, and took out the imprint of Jiang Lin's message to him.

The wind is blowing slowly, and the flowers and leaves are fluttering.

The lingering sound of the golden bell on the Liutian wood echoed, "Boom—boom—"

At the same time, an icy starburst rose from Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, cut through the clouds, and fell to the outside world in a hurry.

Xie Weiyan passed on the letter, and because he used Jiang Lin's mark, he was not worried about being intercepted.

He breathed a sigh of relief from his tense heart for the past few days, as if a boulder that had been pressing on his heart suddenly collapsed. He was already a little sleepy and leaned back to the window, ready to close his eyes and rest for a while.

But soon, the fluctuations in the air made him frown.

……

In front of half a cup of tea, on the sea of ​​clouds.

A ray of starburst came from Xianyou Palace, and struck towards Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace from a distance.

This starburst is the Taoist Qingliu Yuanjun who disappeared in the form of a ray of light.

The clouds roll and the clouds relax, and the golden light spreads out.

Another ice-coloured sword letter came towards him, and the spiritual power lingering around the sword letter seemed to be in a hurry, and when he passed Qingliu Yuanjun, he was stopped by someone.

Bits of shattered light condensed in the void, the sound of the long sleeves flapping in the air was exceptionally clear, and a faint and cold figure gradually appeared in midair.

Crown of black hair, bloody streaks.

Qingjun is like a fairy, but Fengyi is serious.

Taiwei Daojun and Qingliu Yuanjun come from the same school, both are the roots of kendo once in a thousand years, and they are also cold and loveless.

It's just that Jiang Lin is out of the ordinary and never bound by anyone or anything, so he fell in love with Xie Weiyan, and the moment he fell in love, he fell in love deeply without any worries.

Qingliu is different. His ruthlessness and lack of love seem to be engraved in his soul from birth. No one can move him, and no one can make him feel pity and fall in love with himself.

He is Qingliu Yuanjun, and also the Taoist of Taixu Daomen.

Life and responsibility, together with his ruthlessness and love, are engraved in his soul.

The Jian letter that Xie Weiyan sent out was intercepted.

The person who intercepted was none other than the man he had seen from afar in the white snow of the spiritual world.

Qingliu Yuanjun stepped in the void, walking towards the ice-colored sword letter that was spinning in mid-air as if walking on flat ground.

His black hair fluttered with the wind, and the plain white singlet under Liuyun sleeves fluttered along with it.

"This imprint seems to have been seen before."

Qingliu opened his mouth lightly, his voice was like a misty cloud, and also like the sound of strings coming through many mountains.

He raised his hand and nodded towards Jian Xinxu.

The icy sword letter surrounded by spiritual power trembled a few times, turned into runes and scattered in the air, and then, a voice as tender as water came out, "...I didn't lie to you, out of thousands of people, I only Love you."

This voice is like the rhyme of Lin Laiquan, but it also has the astringent meaning of soft water like love.

……

The wind blowing brought water vapor and coolness, Xie Weiyan opened his eyes, and a few flower petals brushed past his eyes.

With a slight movement of his hand, the spiritual power dissipated to the surroundings, and all the petals fluttering in the air turned into fragments of light and disappeared.

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from the veranda outside the hall, Xie Weiyan sighed inwardly, took out the Yunluo Fan unhurriedly, and fanned a few Taoist boys who were eagerly rushing out of the palace.

Even the taboos set by Jiang Lin can be seen through, and the visitor knows who it is without guessing.

Although Xie Weiyan is not an orthodox monk, he also knows the truth that innocent people are not involved.

The sword energy came overwhelmingly, without any worries.

All the light dimmed at that moment, and the entire Void Spiritual Realm was shrouded in darkness.

The author has something to say: Qingliu: beat your wife?Beating your wife is impossible, not in this lifetime.