Something is wrong with Jian Zun

After Yan Zhuchen applied the needles, sleep was indeed more suitable for Chu Zhaoliu's state than to recover from meditation.

Upon waking up, the spirit veins were smoothed out.

No matter how hard Chu Zhaoliu endured the pain, he was not made of iron. When he woke up from his sleep, he felt that his spiritual veins were unblocked and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He changed his outfit in a good mood, waved his fan, strolled out of the small courtyard, distributed flowers and willows all the way, and teased cats and dogs with itchy hands, which made cats and dogs disgusted. All the spirit beasts in the valley knew that the god-killing Chu Zhaoliu had returned, and all the beasts ran away for a while.

Chu Zhaoliu was more terrifying than the spirit beasts.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Xie Ming and Yan Zhuchen sitting under the apricot tree, chatting about things together.

What was even more frightening was what Yan Zhuchen spat out with a gentle smile: "It's easy to say, as long as [-] spirit stones."

Chu Zhaoliu said in his heart, it's fine if you blackmail me, how dare you kill Xie Ming?

Believe it or not, Xie Ming killed you?

Unexpectedly, Xie Ming responded without any disturbance: "Okay."

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help but stepped forward to interrupt, a little worried about Xie Ming's purse: "You two, what kind of shady deal are you doing?"

Yan Zhuchen was displeased: "Xiao Zhaoliu, what are you talking about? I'll put a price tag on it. Xie Zongzhu is willing to do so. You'll be ashamed of yourself."

Chu Zhaoliu said expressionlessly: "Does the old man know that your consultation fee is so low?"

Yan Zhuchen threw away his gentle mask, and said plausibly: "Of course I have to make more money when Master is not paying attention, Xiao Zhaoliu, why don't you eat minced meat! Life is not easy, and I have to support such a big magic medicine valley, Seeds of elixir, pill furnace repair, moon offering spirit stones...you need spirit stones everywhere."

The corner of Chu Zhaoliu's mouth twitched coldly: "If I didn't understand the situation, I would have lied to you. Xie Ming, no matter what Yan Zhuchen told you just now, don't give him the 3000 spirit stones, if he To charge [-] yuan, actually giving him [-] yuan is too much!"

At first glance, Yan Zhuchen looks like a modest gentleman, but at a closer look, he is an iron rooster who regards money as his life. The level of consultation fee and medical skills are on par, and it is easy for people to be deceived by his face.

I don't know how many ignorant boys and girls who were injured suddenly encountered Yan Zhuchen's magical soldiers. Seeing him gentle and elegant with superb medical skills, as soon as they secretly expressed their hearts, they were thrown back by saying "the consultation fee is not expensive, just [-]".

Xie Mo was slightly taken aback, his brows were slightly raised, and he looked at Yan Zhuchen.

Yan Zhuchen really didn't expect Chu Zhaoliu to turn his elbows out, raised his hands in surrender, and said angrily, "Okay, three thousand is three thousand."

Seeing that Chu Zhaoliu stopped talking with a smile on his face, Xie Ming said, "It doesn't seem right, it's better to still be [-]."

Yan Zhuchen was overjoyed: "Really? Then thank you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, when he touched the pair of thin snow-like eyes, his back went cold, and he swallowed the words abruptly, with extreme grief and indignation in his heart: "No need, I will thank the suzerain [-], that's all." Bar!"

This time it was Chu Zhaoliu's turn to be overjoyed: "Really? Then I can get back the original one hundred thousand spirit stones that you slaughtered."

Yan Zhuchen glanced at him inexplicably: "I gave it to Sect Master Xie, not you. When did you two become a family?"

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned for a while, and after thinking about it, he also realized how inappropriate what he blurted out, so he bumped into Xie Ming's half-smiling eyes, and changed the subject, "Where's my cheap son?"

Xie Ming rolled up his sleeves to reveal the little chubby yellow-haired bird lying in his palm, sprawled all over, sleeping soundly.

The little guy's vitality and spiritual power were almost exhausted, and most of the time he was out of energy. Xie Ming's side was full of spiritual power, and he especially liked to fall asleep on Xie Ming's body.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't bear to look directly at him, and was very greedy, so he poked the fat round belly remotely by the wind: "The early bird gets the worm, what's the matter with you? You didn't react when you were eaten by the worm, right?"

Little Fat Chirp was poked by him, and Mimi woke up with a stare. When he saw him, he uttered a clear "Jiu Chirp" and flapped his wings excitedly to rush over.

Chu Zhaoliu hurriedly spread his fan to block him: "Don't come over, I'm going to burn a bird at the dinner table tonight, I advise you not to fall into the trap!"

Yan Zhuchen couldn't help laughing at his self-inflicted distress, and after a moment of recollection, he looked at Xie Ming in surprise: "Sect Master Xie, you don't ask me for the prescription because of..."

Xie Ming casually poked the little fat bird that was about to take off.

The little fat bird had a chubby body, and immediately fell to the ground, pecked at his fingers angrily, and then perseveredly prepared to continue to get up.

He was teasing the bird seriously, and raised his eyelids, his expression looked dignified and indifferent.

Yan Zhuchen raised his eyebrows and closed his mouth thoughtfully.

Chu Zhaoliu was confused: "What are you two doing behind my back?"

"Don't worry," Yan Zhuchen smiled meaningfully, "Sect Master Xie just asked me to study a blind medicine, and there is no personal relationship."

Do you two have an affair? What are you doing to me?

Chu Zhaoliu was quite puzzled.

Yan Zhuchen retaliated and said, "Or you can ask Sect Master Xie about this." Seeing a young disciple poking his head outside the courtyard gate, he brushed off his sleeves, and Shi Shiran left the courtyard.

The courtyard was full of apricot blossoms, and Chu Zhaoliu scolded his mother silently in his heart.

Xie Ming's eyes were as beautiful as glass, clear and clean, as if he could see through people's hearts, he looked at Chu Zhaoliu quietly for a while, as if he was observing something: "Does it still hurt?"

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned, and shook his fan reservedly: "It's much better, but I probably have to rest and recuperate in the Medicine Valley for a few more days, don't you..."

Time to go back to the sea?

Xie Ming hummed: "No rush."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

No hurry, no hurry, no hurry?

Could it be that we will be together again next time?

Seeing the confusion in Chu Zhaoliu's heart, Xie Ming asked calmly, "Where are the copies of the ancient characters in the underground palace?"

Huo Yao said that the man in black robe was looking for something.

Looking around the entire old capital of Eastern Xia, the only thing that might interest him is the mysterious underground palace.

Apart from the little fat bird's egg in the underground palace, only this sacrificial oration is shrouded in mystery.

Following this clue and peeling off cocoons, he will definitely be able to figure out his identity.

Chu Zhaoliu took out the sacrificial inscription in ancient characters that he hastily copied from the ring, handed it to Xie Ming, and said with emotion: "I was in a hurry at the time, so I didn't have time to read it carefully."

"After looking carefully?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "Very shocking."

"Oh?"

"I can't even understand it."

It's not surprising that Xie Ming will laugh or not.

There are only a hundred or so ancient characters that are handed down in the world today.

These ancient characters have complex structures, obscure syllables, and diverse and profound meanings. Even for practitioners, it is difficult to master more ancient characters. These strange characters seem to have magical power. It is difficult to remember them after reading them dozens of times. Make an impression.

Even if you usually use symbols to touch, there are only a dozen commonly used ones.

Chu Zhaoliu read it half-understood, and almost didn't even understand what he understood.

Xie Ming played this ancient sacrificial text: "I know a person, she should be able to find someone who understands this sacrificial text."

Chu Zhaoliu's eyes lit up: "Do you still know this kind of person?"

Xie Ming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Maybe it's because my friends are all over the world, all brothers in the world, and I'm not as lonely as you."

Chu Zhaoliu choked, almost bit his tongue, and changed the subject nonchalantly: "Who is that person, why don't we start now?"

Xie Ming's slender eyelashes were half down, casting a faint shadow in front of his eyes, his appearance was like snow, and his voice was weak: "Just now I said I need to rest for a few more days, and now I said to leave immediately, is Elder Chu very busy?" Zhong Wuyan , Is it okay to greet spring in summer?"

After a short pause, he raised his eyes halfway, and said slowly, "Could it be that you were driving me away just now?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Xie Ming, when he is silent, looks like a gourd.

But with one mouth, it is very powerful, it is quite powerful, and it can kill three thousand enemies without a single soldier.

Chu Zhaoliu was killed so powerless to fight back.

Seeing his sobbing face, Xie Ming got a subtle and harsh satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curled silently: "Have you heard of listening to the bamboo building?"

Hearing the name Zhulou, it sounds very elegant at first glance.

But this is actually a world-renowned flamboyant place selling gold, as long as you can get an equal price, there is nothing that the Zhulou can't give you.

Tingzhulou will appear in one place on the [-]th day of each month, and will disappear after [-] days.

Chu Zhaoliu was in poor health, and was stared at by Chu Wen. He didn't have many opportunities to go wild. He only saw people discussing it in the Lingtong Realm, and he was curious: "You said that you know people, not places. Could it be that you know the owner of Tingzhulou?"

Xie Ming nodded: "It's too late now, I'll go next month, you can rest assured to cultivate first."

"I heard that the landlord is a stunning beauty." Chu Zhaoliu moved closer to Xie Ming with interest, with a coquettish smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, "How beautiful is it?"

The next sentence was originally "Sovereign Xie, does it look good?" But before he could say anything, Xie Ming suddenly raised his hand, and threw the little fat bird, who was half confused, in front of him.

Smelling the familiar scent, Jiujiu immediately jumped up and flapped his wings: "Jiujiu!"

Mother!

Chu Zhaoliu turned his head and sneezed, turned around and ran away in fright.

Chu Zhaoliu stayed far away from Xie Ming when he went to get the needle until that night.

Yan Zhuchen was busy with the affairs of the valley during the day, and he had to give Chu Zhaoliu an injection when he came back. After a session, he was exhausted, and his face was a little tired: "Just come back to sort it out tomorrow. Remember, next time, you must not unblock it casually." .”

Chu Zhaoliu lay lazily on his stomach, not quite ready to follow the doctor's advice: "Brother Yan, do you think it's better to stand and wait for death, or to be unsealed and suffer pain?"

"Call Master Uncle." Yan Zhuchen's subordinates exerted a little force, and the needle pierced Chu Zhaoliu hissed, and smiled gracefully, "Severe pain in the spiritual vein can make ordinary life worse than death. If you are an ordinary person, you probably want to stand die."

After a pause, he pondered: "Speaking of which, isn't Xie Ming by your side? With such thick thighs, you just need to lie down so that he can't move."

Chu Zhaoliu stared at him dumbfounded, as if he had seen what it means to be a beast in clothes, his scalp was numb and he said, "Let Xie Ming hear what you said, I'm sure your husband would rather die."

After getting the needle, Chu Zhaoliu pulled on his clothes, stretched his muscles and bones, and lifted his sweaty eyelids: "Is there any news about the old man?"

Yan Zhuchen shook his head, took out a paper roll and handed it to him: "This is the manuscript left by Master in the study, can you see anything?"

Chu Zhaoliu took it and unfolded it, his expression slightly condensed.

These are several ancient texts.

Although I don't understand the meaning, I can be sure that these ancient characters should be a sentence, or a word.

There are these words in the sacrificial text in the underground palace!

Is the disappearance of the old medicine king related to this?

Is that related to that mysterious man in black?

Chu Zhaoliu's heart trembled, he vaguely smelled the danger in it, and handed back the paper tube without showing any emotion: "No, Xie Ming and I still have some things to go out, just to help you find out the old man's whereabouts. Now Yaogu You are the only one left, don't run around."

Yan Zhuchen was not suspicious, and sighed worriedly: "If it wasn't for this, I would have gone out of the valley to find someone."

Fortunately, the old Yaowang's soul lamp was safe and sound, not dimmed at all, even though Yan Zhuchen was worried, it would not be out of order.

Chu Zhaoliu left the consultation room, slowly returned to his yard, and saw Xie Ming again on the pear tree in the yard.

The tall pear tree is as prosperous as snow, a tree is like moonlight, and the pear blossoms are falling one after another. Xie Ming sat on the tree with his sword in his arms, and opened his eyes when he heard footsteps.

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly felt strange: "Sect Master Xie, why are you here?"

Xie Ming looked down at him, her thin lips moved slightly: "I will protect you."

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help being stunned.

Before he went to bed last night, he vaguely noticed that Xie Ming didn't seem to have left, but he didn't expect it to be a delusion.

Looking at it like this, could it be that Xie Ming has been guarding this courtyard during the time he is going to be in Medicine Valley?

He couldn't help laughing: "The medicine valley is very safe, and you don't have to waste your energy protecting me."

Xie Ming avoided answering: "You can pretend that I don't exist."

……

You keep going here, if you are in the world, you have to sacrifice this pear tree to make up myths.

Who in the world can pretend that you don't exist?

Chu Zhaoliu was a little bit dumbfounded.

But after thinking about it, Xie Ming was slaughtered by the sect when he was young, and he was thousands of miles away from the sea to Fuyue Mountain. He must have experienced a lot on the way. It's not safe enough. I'm afraid that even in Li Hailiu Mingzong, they might not feel at ease.

Chu Zhaoliu had also tasted this kind of uneasiness, and he knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he didn't insist on letting him go.

On the contrary, it was the old Yao Wang who disappeared, people in the valley were panicked, and they couldn't hide it from Xie Ming's eyes. Instead of hiding it, it's better to share the news with him.

At least, there is no one more reliable than Xie Ming.

Chu Zhaoliu figured it out instantly, jumped onto the pear tree, sat side by side with Xie Ming, said the matter in a few words, turned out the sacrificial text, circled the key words and handed it to him: "Look, these are the words."

Xie Ming looked down according to his words.

Chu Zhaoliu recognized the two characters in it, turned his head excitedly, and was about to discuss it with Xie Ming, when his gaze casually swept across his neck.

The moonlight poured down from the top of the mountain, cut to pieces by the pear blossoms as thin as onion's wings, and fell one after another, impartially, just happened to land on Xie Ming's neck.

The light intersects in darkness and moves with the wind, outlining the white and slender neck, the Adam's apple is clearly prominent, and it rolls slightly when speaking, making people unable to move their eyes for no reason.

Yan Zhuchen's words suddenly popped up in his mind.

"With such thick thighs, you just need to lie down so that he can't move."

Xie Ming said something, but didn't get a response for a while, raised his eyes, paused, and pointed out mercilessly: "Why are you blushing?"

Chu Zhaoliu slowly unfolded his fan: "...it's nothing, it's too hot, I want to kill someone to cheer you up."

After what he said, Chu Zhaoliu's impression was not too deep.

I don't know if it's because of Yan Zhuchen's nasty words.

That night he had another dream.

But it was the opposite of what Yan Zhuchen said.

In the dream, he was the one above.

The author has something to say:

Zongzhu Xie was very satisfied with Zhao Zhao who started to feel sorry for his wallet before confirming the relationship (in reality), and was ready to hand in the wallet.

Zhaozhao: No, you don’t have as much money as I do.

Xie Sovereign:.

Ancient writing sacrificial text → ancient version cloze, for those who are not good at foreign languages.