Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

In Shen Zhexue's eyes, this person on Tuesday is quite a mysterious existence.

In the mirror array in Langfeng City, the adaptability shown by this person even surpassed that of Zongmen monks.

It seems that he is careless, but he is not chaotic in the face of danger, and he has never held anyone back.

This is very surprising for a dilapidated monk whose cultivation base is almost completely useless.

Shen Zhexue held his Yuanmu sword, knowing that the sword was a spiritual object of heaven and earth, but it was only a spiritual object, far from being qualified as a real sword.

Yuanmu Sword is more like a dose of medicine, all the time relieving the severe pain caused by the stagnant spiritual power in the meridians on Tuesday.

He also once warned Shen Zhexue not to have perverted thoughts about Shi Yuan, and his tone was so stern that it seemed that he could really fight the monk to the death.

But Shi Yuan was clearly not familiar with him, at most, for the sake of treating friendly neighbors, he didn't go into details and didn't ask too many questions.

This caused Shen Zhexue to have some doubts about Tuesday's identity, but he had limited manpower at his disposal, and it was impossible to go around to find out about Tuesday's origin.

But as long as this person is harmless to Shi Yuan, the rest of the secrets are his personal past.

Shen Zhexue didn't see what happened in Taoling Illusion later, but according to Leng Wenyan, on Tuesday, he used Taiqingzong's swordsmanship against Jun Rujing, and even fought against Jun Rujing due to the gap between the two men's cultivation bases. More than a dozen back and forth, which is especially incredible.

The third shock is today.

He stood with Yan Yuanhan, and also served as the key to entering the battle.

After Elder Yan delivered the people, he didn't introduce much, and went straight down to the top of the building, leaving the three of them to look at each other.

In the end, I rubbed the hair on my head on Tuesday, laughed and said: "Everyone has adventures, let's go for a walk around Mr. Jing's residence today."

Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan exchanged glances, Shi Yuan retreated into the room, and Shen Zhexue, who stayed where he was, said, "The emperor is descending from heaven, how can we get in?"

In fact, he was surrounded by evil currents, so he could try to sneak in secretly, but now that Yan Yuanhan was going to show up, plus Tuesday, the situation became even more complicated.

Maybe he didn't explain Shi Yuan's life experience on Tuesday, but if Yan Yuanhan learned that Shen Zhexue had already told his disciples everything, it would inevitably attract his attention to Shi Yuan.

In order to reduce this possibility, Shen Zhexue took the initiative to ask him.

"Just listen to the matter of Tiandao's downcast eyes." Zhou Tue was very courageous, without holding back his words, and said with a smile: "We just need to open the spirit screen enchantment of Sad Returning Wind and find a wisteria in the northeast corner of his yard." , a drop of blood enters, and it can go straight to the door of the emperor's descending formation."

Shen Zhexue asked back: "My blood?"

"Well..." Tuesday looked back and forth between each other, shrugged and said, "Of course it's mine."

The two discussed briefly, and the plan was set at noon today.

Shen Zhexue went back to her room to pack her bags, and took a walk downstairs in Yuanyou on Tuesday.

When Shen Zhexue came down, he saw Tuesday with his hands behind his back looking at the star platform that went straight into the sky in the distance.

Then Shen Zhexue suddenly realized why this person was looking sideways at Qin Guzhen in the mirror array.

What he was looking at was not Qin Guzhen, but the radiant Emperor Jiang Xi's spell, or who he thought of through that spell.

The relationship between this person and Jun Rujing is not easy for Shen Zhexue to speculate, but in the Taolin Secret Realm, the two have become immortal.

Letting Jun Rujing kill someone directly with a formation repair, it can be seen how much he hates it.

"Brother Zhou." Shen Zhexue called him as if in a mirror, "Let's go."

Tuesday nodded casually, Yuanmu sword swayed around his waist, looking completely lazy, a ghostly aura lingered on the sword, making Yuanmu's originally clear and spiritual breath a bit turbid.

"It's still following you?" Shen Zhexue asked casually, flicked the sword with her fingers on Tuesday, and said with a smile: "The Taolin Secret Realm helped me, so I kept it."

The ghost clan in the four directions is rare, and most of them are attached to meditation. It is unheard of to be kept in the sword like this, but Shen Zhexue has experienced too many strange things, and he has long been familiar with it.

Shen Zhexue subconsciously touched the red bracelet on her wrist, it was Shi Yuan's bracelet, and no one would be able to spot it once she covered it with her wide sleeves.

Wisps of cool wind swirled around the bracelet, and Shi Yuan's connection with this storage bracelet was extremely strong after he was completely transformed into a demon. All spaces were opened, and a special storage compartment was unexpectedly added.

That is a grid that can hide the owner of the bracelet, and Shi Yuan is turning into a small monster at this moment, hiding in it for Shen Zhexue to walk around with him.

The bracelet is a priceless spiritual item, it can shrink in size by itself, when Shi Yuan took it off his wrist and handed it to him, it had already shrunk to a size just enough for Shen Zhexue to wear.

An exquisite and translucent red bracelet complements the white wrist, but the two echo each other, giving it a unique beauty.

It's just that Shen Zhexue's clothes are a little twisted, his apprentice is not around, but he is inseparable from him, this feeling is like kicking a cat in his arms and walking on the street, a little swollen and proud, and it makes people cheeks hot.

"Here we are." Tuesday stood still.

Shen Zhexue looked up, higher than the floating spirit array, there were simple and elegant pavilions floating, which were the residence of Jun Rujing.

No trespassing without a visiting post, Shen Zhexue saved no effort in probing, saw that Tuesday cut the palm of his hand with a wooden sword, and the fine blood beads gradually strung together into a thread and fell downwards, but did not fall to the ground.

The blood thread exploded when it was about to touch the ground, and it was pulled into a thinner thread, which wound around Tuesday's arm in a countercurrent.

"Elder Shen, borrow a formation to open the door." On Tuesday, his face paled visibly, Shen Zhexue turned his palms and drew a small formation specially used to crack the spirit screen.

Originally, this kind of formation was not enough to look at in front of the spirit formation of Emperor Zijiangxi, but when the formation and the spirit screen were about to collide, the blood line between Zhou Zhou's arms pierced straight out, tightly entwined around the formation, like a root into the soil.

The pattern drawn by Shen Zhexue gradually became blurred and became soft as if soaked by water. After a while, a new clear pattern emerged.

It was a bunch of violets.

The glowing formation was locked on the spirit screen, and a door was pulled out of the indestructible barrier.

On Tuesday, he pressed his hand that was still bleeding, and said, "Let's go."

Passing through the spirit screen, warm wind blows in, and the surrounding temperature seems to have risen quite a bit.

Jingjun’s residence is as warm as spring, green tiles are flying, water pavilions and pavilions are all available, Shen Zhexue glanced around, this building is full of extravagance, the spiritual grass in the corner, and the rocks in the courtyard are not unusual object.

Shen Zhexue took a cursory glance, then hid her breath and hid in a corner with Tuesday.

They didn't need to leave the battle this time. Shen Zhexue closed his eyes and luckily found the wisteria in the direction mentioned on Tuesday. Sure enough, there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power behind him.

He nodded to Tuesday, and when he was about to withdraw, he suddenly heard the branches and leaves in the courtyard move.

Shen Zhexue immediately held Tuesday with Lingbo.

The two followed the sound and saw Jun Rujing, who was dressed in fine clothes, returned to the court at some time.

Jun Rujing made no sound when walking, but he didn't care about the wide hem of his clothes hanging on the branches and leaves, he just stood upright, looking at something.

Shen Zhexue smelled the faint scent of incense.

His pupils narrowed sharply, not sure whether the breath spread from behind the wisteria, or just lingered in this pavilion.

"What's wrong with you?" Sensitively aware of Shen Zhexue's strangeness on Tuesday, he lowered his voice and asked, "What did you feel?"

"It's evil—" Shen Zhexue held her breath, and stopped in the middle of her words, "Hush! Someone is coming!"

The sound of footsteps came from the direction of the floating corridor of the water pavilion. A corner of the thick red robe was hidden behind the shining branches and leaves. Someone pushed aside a cluster of milky spiritual flowers and said, "A Jing."

"Sang Qi." Seeing the appearance of the visitor, Shen Zhexue couldn't help being surprised, "Why is he here?"

After Hanshan closed the mountain, Sect Leader Sang was recuperating in the sect, and now he appeared in the emperor's son Jiangxi.

Shen Zhexue's thoughts turned sharply. In the phantom of the heart demon in the Taolin secret realm, the pair of Taoist couples were extremely abnormal. Yuan Tuan was taken away by Hanshan Youyun, which was closely related to Hanshan's charge.

However, due to the incident of Xie Liu's stealth, Shen Zhexue is still unable to judge whether the head of Hanshan at that time has been secretly replaced, or is Sang Qi himself.

Sang Qi was invited to such a big celebration as Emperor Zi Jiangxi but he was not allowed to show up, even if he was Jun Rujing's Taoist companion, it was hard to understand.

I have always heard that the emperor descended to be impartial and selfless, Jun Rujing lived in seclusion in the sect and did not meet with the head of Sang all the year round, the two respected each other as guests, like a couple of gods and gods.

It's just that it doesn't seem to be the case now.

Sang Qi's attire in front of him is the same as his usual attire, a white satin inner garment, a luxurious crimson robe, and a belt tied with exquisitely carved jade and spiritual artifacts.

But at this moment, he was in an extremely relaxed state. He walked slowly behind Jun Rujing, stroked his well-fitted temple hair, and said: "You have been away from the sect for many years, and now that you come back, don't leave. .”

When Shen Zhexue heard about it, Jun Rujing hadn't been in the sect for many years, which didn't match up with Emperor Jing who had lived in seclusion for many years.

"It's just that every time I think about it, You Xie Xiu pretends to be your husband to be with you, and it really hurts my heart." He ran down his temple hair, touched Jun Rujing's jaw, and clamped it suddenly.

Jun Rujing frowned slightly, but raised her head obediently, with a smile in her glazed eyes, "Blame me."

Shen Zhexue gradually felt that the situation was going in a direction of "see no evil".

"Are you okay?" Now Shen Zhexue asked this question on Tuesday.

The moment Sang Qi pinched Jun Rujing's chin, he clearly felt that Tuesday's breath tightened, and when Jun Rujing replied, the breath actually had a sense of pressure that was about to snap.

……No way.

Shen Zhexue sighed in her heart.

Sang Qi pushed Jun Rujing back hard, and the sound of Jun Rujing's back bumping against the stone table in the courtyard made Xue Zhe's teeth ache.

Looking up again, I saw the black clothes on the ground, Jun Rujing's crown was all gone, and Sang Qi threw it on the ground casually, and the scattered glass beads were rolling on the ground.

Shen Zhexue was speechless, he had never encountered such a thing in his life, and he couldn't walk now, so he could only hold the red bracelet, and the sound transmission said to Shi Yuan inside: "Close your eyes, don't look!"

Adhering to the principle of no evil, Shen Zhexue turned her head away, but the ambiguous sound still reached her ears.

In the past, the solemn Jingjun Siming screamed too provocatively, but Shen Zhexue had clearly noticed that Sang Qi hadn't prepared for anything before, so he just used it with brute force.

That should be a very painful way, Jun Rujing's trembling ending sound also contained pain and sobbing, but he didn't stop it, it was more like obsession.

Hearing this, Shen Zhexue felt chills down his spine. He glanced at Tuesday's expression, and thought that he should temporarily block his five senses.But hearing another scream, Shen Zhexue looked over there suddenly, and Sang Qi grabbed Jing Jun Si Ming's water-like long hair and dragged him off the stone table, and the two stood up and down.

Shen Zhexue couldn't bear to look any further, and wondered if there was something wrong with Sang Qi, although no one could see it in broad daylight, even if it was their fun, it was rough like a torture, and the smell of blood floated in the air.

Jun Rujing's cries of pain lasted for more than an hour. After the incident, Sang Qi threw him on the white jade round table, straightened the somewhat messy neckline, straightened the hair crown a little, and it was still the tall palm man. Door.

And Jun Rujing turned his back to the sky, the black star-patterned costume had been crumpled into disrepair, and there was no place to straighten it.

"A Jing." Sang Qi leaned over and patted Jun Ru Jing's cold cheek soaked in tears, "Do you like it?"

Mr. Jing's eyes are loose, reflecting the blue sky where the emperor is descending and the clouds are like fluff.

He half raised his neck, there were five bruised fingerprints on his throat, and a wisteria imprint behind him.

Jun Rujing stretched out his hand to hold Sang Qi's sleeve, and said softly, "I like it."

"Good boy." Sang Qi kissed his ear, turned and left.

Jun Rujing, who stayed in place, lay like this for a long time, and finally recovered, picked up the robe from the ground with a short body, pinched a cleansing formula, and then walked outside the barrier.

Shen Zhexue was so speechless that she didn't know how to talk to Tuesday until she walked out of Jun Rujing's residence.

The two made a formal plan for tomorrow and went back to their houses.

"This trip is really..." Shen Zhexue released Shi Yuan from the red bracelet, and the chubby monster cub squatted in his palm, "But they are so related, I don't know how true or false it is."

"Tomorrow's trip, I don't know how many troubles will arise..."