After the sage died

Jiang Yunzhi buried half of his face in it, his lips pressed against Zhong Ming's heart.

Zhong Ming's mind was blank for a moment, there was no sound around him, only his own rapid heartbeat resounded in his ears.Plop, plop...

Until a sleepy voice came from the place where it was stuck to the heart, "Xu..."

His hands tightened suddenly.

"Oh!" Jiang Yunzhi's cheek was suddenly pinched by a big palm, and his mouth was squeezed into an "o" shape.He opened his eyelashes in a blink, and Zhong Ming's face appeared in his sight.

His pupils shrank, his mouth was still pinched, "Oh?"

Zhong Ming lifted him out of the water with a "crash", breathing quickly, "What did you just say?"

"What?" Jiang Yun's place was out of the situation, and he followed the other party's question to recall the dream... Ruin sword?

Fuck!Market sword.

In his dream, he replaced Bai Mu with the Xu Sword, how could this happen?

The calloused palm still rubbed against his cheek, itching for a while.I don't know if it was transpired by the heat, but Jiang Yunzhi's face was hot.

How should he explain it? "Market Sword"?Bo Mu didn't know who Xu Jian was.Besides, rolling into Bo Mu's arms while calling Xu Jian's name, no matter how you think about it, it's wrong.

He pulled his face out of Zhong Ming's hand, "I mean..."

"what?"

"Shh, don't disturb my sleep."

"..."

The two were very close, and after Jiang Yunzhi finished speaking, he found that his hair was still wrapped around the other's wrist, and the strands were still messy after being cut.

He quickly reached out to grab it back, his heart pounding.

Zhong Ming saw his expression in his eyes - blushing, red ears, even the corners of his eyes were crimson spring.I don't know who was in the dream or what was in the dream.

Even though he was standing in the water, Zhong Ming's throat was extremely dry.

He asked, "What dream did you have?"

What dream?How could Jiang Yunzhi answer.

In his dream, Xu Jian touched his face, called his name, his eyes were still so... stupid!Just thinking about it made him feel hot all over, and he felt so shameless.

"I dreamed that I made a lot of money." Jiang Yunzhi looked down at the water, and the rippling waves reflected in his eyes.

"Make big money?"

"Yeah." Thinking of that beautiful dream, he couldn't help but let out a sincere sigh, "I've made a lot of money..."

There was a soft hum on the top of his head, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

The sun had set now, and only thin rays of light slanted into the forest through the golden leaves.

The surroundings have cooled down, and the water surface is completely two temperatures above and below.

The clothes of the two were clinging to their bodies, and they were wet.Zhong Ming asked, "Are you still soaking?"

Jiang Yunzhi had no intention of soaking in the hot spring for the time being, and just wanted to go back to the house and recite the mantra for a while.

He shook his head, "Go back."

Zhong Ming let out a "hmm", turned around and got out of the water one step ahead of him with a "crash".The drops of water dripped down on the feet, wet the golden leaves, and wet the round pebbles from the gaps between the leaves.

Jiang Yunzhi looked up and saw that the two straight and slender thighs were wrapped by the trousers, revealing the bulging muscles underneath.

The moisture on his body evaporated in an instant.With his back turned to him, Zhong Ming didn't turn around, but turned his head slightly to reveal half of his face, "I'll go back first, take your time."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he strode away after stepping on the withered yellow leaves.

The black figure disappeared among the trees in an instant.

Jiang Yunzhi patted his face and floated up from the pool, slap, slap.

The oncoming cold air woke up the brain.He let out a sigh of relief slowly, fearing that it wasn't himself who was bewitched.

...

After returning to the house, Jiang Yunzhi did not light the lamp.

The bedroom was cold and dark, as if it could lower the temperature on his skin, but at the same time it seemed to arouse the heat in his body.

Jiang Yunzhi turned over and sat on the bed, crossed his legs and recited the Qingxin mantra in his heart.The light blue coat poured down like mercury, scattered on his side, together with the long hair hanging behind him, winding out a touch of pure color.

After reading for a while, my mood gradually calmed down.

Jiang Yunzhi let out a breath and opened his eyes.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a finger-wide moonlight leaking into the room through the crack of the window, a bright beam like the light of a sword.

In an instant, the feeling of Ruan Xu sword brushing against his cheek appeared in his mind, rough and warm...

The dryness and heat that had just been suppressed instantly picked up.

Depend on!Jiang Yunzhi tugged at his hair, causing a bunch of hair to stick up.

He blushed and pursed his lips and "plopped" off the bed.

It's over, I miss him so much.

·

In the middle of the night, there was an extra person in Wujie's room.

Jiang Yunzhi sat across from him, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, and the light blue coat he wore in the evening bath was still on his shoulders, his brows were full of melancholy, "Master."

Wu Jie closed his eyes and sat like an ancient clock, "Master."

With a bang, the two spirit stones were put aside without hesitation.

"I have someone I want to see, please help me figure it out, can I still see him?"

"Of course."

He answered so quickly that the melancholy between Jiang Yunzhi's brows disappeared instantly.Sitting up straight and looking at him suspiciously, "...have you forgotten?"

Wuja got stuck, "Hey, I really can."

Hanging around in front of you every day, mixing oil with you, is it worth it?

Jiang Yunzhi believed it for now, touched his heart, "That's good."

Xu Jian should have received his enthusiastic "confession", but he doesn't know what the reaction is?Are you surprised, moved?

Would you turn your fight with him into lust and abuse?

hey hey hey hey...

"Master." A leisurely voice interrupted his immersive reverie.Jiang Yunzhi raised his eyes and saw Wujie sitting opposite him and said, "Please don't make such eerie slander in the middle of the night...smile."

Jiang Yunzhi was surprised: Oh, I laughed out loud.

"Feel sorry."

"It doesn't matter, the customer is the god."

"..."

The biggest stone in his heart fell to the ground, Jiang Yunzhi thought about it and then said hesitantly, "Master, help me to see if I have been poisoned by some kind of Gu?"

Otherwise, why would he confuse Bai Mu with Xu Jian in the dream and in the dream?

Wujie said, "There is no such thing."

"Then why did I do this?" Jiang Yunzhi frowned, and opened his eyes wide after a while, "I'm not doing some double literature!"

Wu mustard, "..."

Wu Jie couldn't hold back, "Haha!!"

Explosive laughter broke through the air, and the candles on the table flickered twice.

A shadow swayed in Jiang Yunzhi's eyes, he looked at Wujie steadfastly, and suddenly understood Bai Mu's feeling of wanting to hit someone.

Wu Jie put away his raging smile, enough was enough, "No."

They are originally the same person, the appearance can be deceiving, but the soul will recognize each other.

Jiang Yunzhi, "Then why do I often have illusions? How can I stop this psychological suggestion?"

The topic has changed from fortune-telling to psychological counseling, and he is not overwhelmed by his skills, so he took the spirit stone and guided him professionally, "Think about it carefully, make more analogies, and study more..."

Jiang Yunzhi was not guided at all, "What is the analogy?"

"Pindao can't say more."

"Okay, I'll go back and think about it." Jiang Yunzhi rubbed his forehead and got up, before going out, he turned back and said to Wujie, "I'll come to you next time."

Wu mustard, "..."

What a familiar farewell scene.

He put down the spirit stone, "Go slowly, don't give it away."

...

The door creaked open.

Jiang Yunzhi went out of the house, and within a few steps, he met Zhong Ming who was coming in the night.

The two stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked at each other, "..."

It turned out that they were all people who fell into the consumption trap.

An unspeakable tacit understanding spread between the two, Jiang Yunzhi took the lead to look away, "Take a walk."

Zhong Ming followed his words, "Well, me too."

After the words fell, the two fell silent again.

Jiang Yunzhi was still in the self-doubt that confuses people, so he didn't stay to chat.He took a quick look at Zhong Ming, and when he met the latter's eyes, he pulled his slightly unbuttoned coat, lowered his head, and hurried away.

"I'm going back."

"it is good."

The hair and the side of the outer shirt lightly brushed lightly, bringing a gust of forest spring breath wind.

The light blue figure quickly merged into the night, and only the glance they met in the darkness just now was engraved in Zhong Ming's mind.

The slightly raised eye ends seemed to be scratching his heart with hooks.

Those eyes were clear, like the clouds scattered and the moon rising.

Zhong Ming's heart moved again, and then he hung the money bag and walked to the small room with still candles in front of him.

·

The next day, Jiang Yunzhi woke up with heavy eyelids.

He tossed and turned all night without trying to figure out what Wu Jie said?

What is the analogy?Comparing Xu Jian with Bai Mu, or comparing other people with theirs?

For this reason, he also made a special trip to call out Jiang Langhao, and asked the latter about the precise definition of the word "analog".

But Jiang Langhao seemed to be still angry about being "unwitted", so Mao Yizheng said, "Humph~ Since it's all 'analog' comparisons, what do you think~" After speaking, he turned over and went back to his storage room. bag.

So in the second half of the night, his head hurt even more.

……

Jiang Yunzhi pushed the door out, and the sun had already risen.There was a whistling sound of strong wind coming from the courtyard next door.

He turned his head and saw that familiar figure turning over and waving his sleeves in the courtyard, his robes fluttering in the wind, his arms cut through the air, brought up the water from the canal in front of the courtyard, and splashed a drop of water, which fell on the courtyard in unison. on the Chinese rose.

In all fairness, quite seductive.

While watching, the man practicing qigong stopped.Seeing him get up, Zhong Ming walked over a few steps, "Did you sleep well?"

Jiang Yunzhi didn't expect that this slight change in his expression would be noticed by the other party at a glance, "A little bit."

"Anything on your mind?"

"..."

Jiang Yunzhi glanced at the instigator in front of him.

Although I still haven't figured out why Bai Mu and Xu Jian are always confused, at least it's clear: he can still see Xu Jian, and he hasn't engaged in any "substitute literature".

— Then there is no problem.

As for the previous question, I can always figure it out if I think about it slowly.

He adjusted his mentality and made a random excuse, "It's nothing, I just got into a fight with someone in my dream."

"Who is so capable and can still fight with you?"

"My enemy."

Chou Jia Zhongming, "..."

After Jiang Yunzhi finished speaking, he saw that the other party was silent. He was afraid that people would not believe him, so he poked his head over, "Do you want to hear the details?"

"No need." Zhong Ming raised his hand to push back this irritating face, and changed the subject in time before it affected his good mood for the day, "Accompany me to a place today."

Jiang Yunzhi's attention was suddenly diverted, "Where are you going?"

"I asked Zhu Yan this morning. There is the largest hidden sword pavilion in Kyushu. I want to pick a sword." Zhong Ming said in a soft voice, "You can go with me."

The ending of the last sentence lingered low, as if coaxing people.Jiang Yunzhi suppressed the inexplicable sense of sight, and cast a few scrutinizing eyes, "Don't you have the natal sword?"

He remembered that when he went out before, Bai Mu used his natal sword to carve out stone steps for this mountain, and Zhu Yan had seen that sword before.

Zhong Ming said, "Yes, but maybe there is no chance to use it again."

Not at all.

It's just that he couldn't draw his sword in front of Jiang Yunzhi.There is less than half a month left to go to Xuankong Secret Realm, the secret realm is full of dangers, how can he protect Jiang Yunzhi without a sword.

Jiang Yunzhi didn't understand, "Why?"

Zhong Ming's eyes fixed on him for a few breaths, then slowly moved away, looking at the sea of ​​sunrise and clouds in the distance, "Because of one person."

Jiang Yunzhi:? ? ?

alone, who?It can't be because of yourself.However, Bai Mu has too many secrets, and it is probably an unrecallable past.

He didn't ask much, just nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

...

The Cangjian Pavilion mentioned by Zhu Yan is located in Linxi City in the Central Plains of Kyushu, also known as "Three Thousand Tombs".

It is rumored that all the forged swords in the pavilion are hidden in one place, and they are all swords without owners.Whether the quality is high or low, as long as you deliver [-] spirit stones, you can go in and choose any one to surrender.

If you can't surrender, the three thousand spirit stones will not retreat; if you can surrender, even the treasure of the town pavilion can be taken away at will.

The two flew down to the streets of the city, and the octagonal building of the Cangjian Pavilion could already be seen from a distance.

Jiang Yunzhi and Zhong Ming thought together, "In a while, you will pick the most expensive treasure of the town hall."

Zhong Ming couldn't help laughing, "It may not be suitable for me."

Jiang Yunzhi said, "Then pick the one that suits you first, and then pry off the treasure of the town pavilion. Then sell it back to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion with six thousand spirit stones. It's like getting a sword for nothing."

Zhong Ming's brows twitched when he heard this, "Then when you run out of money, come here to pry it again?"

Jiang Yunzhi was shy, "It seems that you have grasped the essence of making money."

"..."

This black-hearted circulation method of making money was quickly suppressed by the two under their conscience.

They arrived at the gate of the hidden sword pavilion.The clerk in the pavilion didn't know that his family had just escaped a catastrophe, so he enthusiastically welcomed the two into the pavilion, "Please come in, honored guests."

There seems to be some kind of formation in the pavilion, and it is only after entering the pavilion that one knows how big the interior space is.

Jiang Yunzhi and Zhong Ming followed the staff up to the second floor.

Zhong Ming said, "I heard from Zhu Yan that the pavilion master is a monk in the late stage of leaving his body, or he may be distracted."

Jiang Yunzhi, "That can be regarded as one of the strongest in the world."

Both of them didn't use sound transmission, the guy who led the way listened to the words from behind, his tone was as flat as commenting on the students' homework.

He walked in front of him trembling with fear: If you dare to say such a thing, you are either a big boss or a crazy critic.

Walking into the reception room on the second floor, a fat man was waiting in the room.Jiang Yunzhi glanced at his cultivation—not the pavilion master, but someone in charge of the pavilion.

Feng Yuan, the steward of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, came up to him, "Three thousand spirit stones can enter the Hidden Sword Tomb once, are you two ready?"

Jiang Yun stood aside with his hands clattered in his spare time, and Zhong Ming handed over a bag of spiritual stones, "I'll go in."

"No problem. If you're ready, I can take you there right now."

"Lead the way." Zhong Ming said.

Feng Yuan led the two into a passage through the hidden door on the side of the wing, accompanied by four guards.

Jiang Yunzhi followed, "Can I also watch?"

Feng Yuan was easy to speak, "Of course I can, but I can't help."

"That's a good feeling."

After passing through a few organ formations, the whole picture of the Hidden Sword Tomb comes into view—the huge space is like a ball whose interior has been hollowed out, and all kinds of long swords are hanging and inserted upside down above the head and feet.

A narrow and extended stone path pierces into it like a snake letter.

Jiang Yunzhi was slowly sweeping across the long swords in disorder, when Zhong Ming's voice came from beside him, "Could you pick one for me?"

"It's up to you to choose the sword you want to use."

Zhong Ming smiled, "Then which one do you think is suitable for me? Let me listen to it, and I don't necessarily choose it."

Jiang Yunzhi looked into the hidden sword mound, and his eyes were locked on the long sword facing "Snake Letter" - the sword body is simple and simple, and the front is hidden in the sheath.Exuding an aura of domineering and domineering, he stared at him like an emperor in the bright sword light.

He raised his hand and pointed, "It is."

Zhong Ming bent his lips, looking in a good mood, "Dengdeng still understands me, and I also fell in love with it."

Beside the two of them, Feng Yuan looked at the treasure of the town pavilion in amazement.

Just kidding, since the establishment of Jiange, countless monks have died under that ancient sword.

He reminded, "This is the treasure of the town pavilion. It is extremely vicious. Your Excellency will do what you can."

Actually picked the treasure of the town pavilion?Jiang Yunzhi was surprised, and then regretted, "Unfortunately, it can't be sold."

Zhong Ming laughed lightly.

Feng Yuan couldn't understand:?What can't be sold? ?

"Wait until I get it back."

After Zhong Ming finished speaking to Jiang Yunzhi, he turned sideways and turned to the front, his cold and arrogant expression returned to his face.He tightened his wrist guard with one hand, straightened his back and looked at the ancient sword that was faintly screaming.

As soon as the figure moved, the Frost Sword that was out of its sheath pierced his sight.

·

Outside the barrier, Feng Yuan and the guards looked nervously at the Tibetan Sword Tomb.

He didn't know whether he was afraid of Zhong Ming's death, or that the treasure of the town pavilion would be taken away.

Or maybe both.

Compared with the anxiety of the few of them, Jiang Yunzhi was much more casual. He was already spread out on the armchair, blowing tea and waiting for Zhong Ming to take away the treasure of the town hall.

Even took out the snacks and clicked...

The figure that went deep into the hidden sword mound was like a thunderstorm, leaving only an afterimage. Under the terrifying pressure, thousands of hidden swords trembled like trembling.

Bang Bang Bang Bang... The trembling sounds of thousands of sword blades resounded throughout the space one after another.

Feng Yuan and the others were dumbfounded, they had never encountered such a situation before.

It seems that in front of the figure standing in the air, only surrender is the direction of Wan Jian.

……

Time for a cup of tea is over.

Boom!The intertwined figures and sword shadows collided violently, and the aftermath wave broke the "snake letter" inch by inch.

Zhong Ming hung in mid-air, looking at the ancient sword in front of him who had no power to fight back.When the latter charged up to launch the last attack, his evasive action paused.

He suddenly raised his hand to meet him, and directly grasped the blade!

Phew, the sharp blade cut through the palm.

"Bomu!?"

Jiang Yunzhi's suspicious voice came from behind.

Zhong Ming's lips curled up, and he looked down at the ancient sword spirit that was completely suppressed in his palm.Blood dripped meanderingly along the blade of the sword, and the blade hummed begging for mercy being scalded by his supreme consciousness.

He flicked the blood bead casually, turned around, and fell outside the barrier.

Outside the barrier, Jiang Yunzhi walked up to him in a few steps, "How is your hand?"

Zhong Ming ignored the stunned people in the Cangjian Pavilion, and looked down at Jiang Yunzhi who looked worried.After thinking about it, he said, "It hurts."

The ancient sword trembling with his blood: ...

Damn, do I hurt?

The blood was still dripping all the way along the blade.

Jiang Yunzhi watched with horror, "Let me see."

Zhong Ming then switched the ancient sword to the other hand, stretched out his palm and stretched it out in front of the person.

In the middle of the wide palm, a sword wound was drawn obliquely.I don't know what's going on, the wound doesn't look deep, but the blood can't stop flowing.

It was shocking to see.

Jiang Yunzhi quickly took out a bottle of hemostatic powder from the storage bag, and temporarily ignored other things, took Zhong Ming's bleeding hand and sprinkled the powder on him, "How could you be hurt? This sword is so powerful ?”

An ancient sword that was stepped on intentionally or unintentionally: ...

Damn, what does this mean?

Ignoring the ancient sword trembling with anger in his hand, Zhong Ming's eyes fell on Jiang Yunzhi's furrowed brows.The latter sprayed him the medicine very carefully, as if he was afraid of hurting him, and puffed up his cheeks and blew.

The warm wind blew over his palm, scratching his heart like a feather, itching.

Zhong Ming tried his best to keep the corners of his mouth from curling up, and the index finger of his other hand had already touched the sword happily.Tap, tap, tap~

Jiang Yunzhi lowered his head to fiddle with the wound, "What about you?"

Zhong Ming's tone was light, as if it was really hurting, "I was dazed at the last moment, and this sword is too powerful."

"Oh..." Jiang Yunzhi didn't doubt that he was there, bowed his head and gave someone good medicine. Seeing the blood slowly stop, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "With your physique, you should recover soon."

When he applied the medicine, he pressed his other hand on Zhong Ming's wrist to prevent people from moving.Just as he was about to let go, the big injured palm suddenly shrank, and the knuckles closed—his fingertips were pinched in the palm by Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming pressed his fingertips, "Thank you Dengdeng."

"..."

Jiang Yunzhi withdrew his hand and looked at it, "Seeing that your fingers are flexible, it doesn't seem to hurt much."

"How could it not hurt after bleeding so much?"

As the two saw each other, the trap door that entered the Hidden Sword Tomb suddenly opened with a "click".

Everyone in Jiange, who had been sweating by the side since just now, turned around and knelt down toward the door, "Pavilion Master!"

Jiang Yunzhi followed the prestige, and saw a tall man walking in, waving a folding fan in his hand, a pure white mask covering his face, with a golden sword hanging between his brows.Judging by the skin and bone shape of that hand, the face should be very young.

He communicated with Zhong Ming, "Just breaking through the distraction period, Zhu Yan's information is quite accurate."

Zhong Ming, "Well, the cultivation base can be ranked in the top ten."

The two were secretly commenting on their homework, and they listened to humanity, "I heard that your Excellency has taken over the treasure of the town hall of the Cangjian Pavilion, this deity..."

There was a sudden pause in the voice.

Jiang Yunzhi and Zhong Ming raised their eyes, and saw each other's eyes rest on Jiang Yunzhi.The other party was dumb for a while, then suddenly said, "There is a sword in the pavilion that matches your Excellency very well, do you want to try it?"

After the words fell, two guarded eyes fell on him.

The dark sound transmission sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness at the same time——

Jiang Yunzhi, "He wants to trick me into spending money."

Zhong Ming, "He's hooking you up."

The two looked at each other, "...?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Yunzhi: full of money.

Zhong Ming: My mind is full of daughter-in-law.

* Double more two in one.By the way, Wu Jie is a bald Taoist priest!

*The black-hearted method of making money is just a joke made by Jiang Jiang and Zhong Ming. In life, we must abide by morality and industry rules, and don’t take advantage of loopholes~