Something is wrong with Jian Zun

"From the look on your face, it seems that you are reluctant."

Xie Ming observed Chu Zhaoliu's tangled face, lowered his eyelashes, and said calmly, "Forget it, but you can't meditate, and you can't sleep to rest and rest, it's nothing serious."

Perhaps it was really influenced by the demon, his face was a little tired and cold, under the gradually rising moonlight, it was like a bleak frost, lonely and indifferent.

Chu Zhaoliu was tongue-tied: "..."

Although this scene looks very unbearable... But why do you feel that the scene is a bit vaguely familiar?

Just like in that weird dream, the man who painted on him with a brush seemed to say "it's okay if I'm wronged", which sounds particularly suspicious.

But dreams are all vain.

Xie Ming is not that kind of person.

Chu Zhaoliu once again affirmed his understanding of Xie Ming, and nodded his head: "What did you say, isn't it just sleeping together? If it can help you, I can feel much more at ease."

The corner of Xie Ming's mouth ticked invisibly: "That's good, I don't want to make it difficult for you. If you feel unwell, you can move back tomorrow."

Xie Ming is so considerate, and if Chu Zhaoliu drags his words to this point, he will really appear indifferent and heartless.

He touched the tip of his nose, thinking that it would be a big deal not to sleep. He stroked the furry Jiujiu with his fingertips. Under Xie Ming's gaze, he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason: "Then I'll make the bed and take it to your room."

"No, it has already been arranged."

Chu Zhaoliu: "?"

Already arranged?

Xie Mo was silent for a moment, then calmly said: "When Yan Zhuchen proposed just now, I ordered someone to arrange it. It's getting late, if you agree, you won't have to worry about it."

Chu Zhaoliu still felt that something was wrong, and opened his mouth to speak, Xie Ming looked at him, and said indifferently: "And I believe that you are not a heartless person."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Well, he couldn't say a word.

It is indeed not too early, there are still several teams from aristocratic families arriving tomorrow, Xie Ming, as the host, will inevitably go to meet the guests.

He has not been able to meditate and rest recently, nor can he fall asleep. No matter how copper-skinned and iron-framed, his spirit will inevitably be exhausted.

Regardless of whether it is an open or a dark matter at the sword-questioning conference, one has to devote 12 points of energy to deal with it. Chu Zhaoliu can't wait any longer: "Let's go, let's go to sleep. Yan Zhuchen just opened his mouth and said, There is no proof, I am by your side, can you really fall asleep?"

Xie Ming raised his eyebrows: "I would like to follow the doctor's advice."

Back in Xie Ming's room, Chu Zhaoliu began to feel uncomfortable again.

Xie Ming's room Chen She is very simple, so simple that it is almost simple, unlike his room in Fuyue Mountain, which is quite luxurious and luxurious, filled with all kinds of gadgets, this room made him even find something to talk about In two sentences, there is no chance to express embarrassing emotions.

And when there are few things, Xie Ming's sense of existence is particularly strong.

"There is a cold spring on the mountain, it refreshes the mind, it is good for cultivation." Seeing his discomfort, Xie Ming silently calculated in his heart that he couldn't push him into a hurry, so he paused, "Are you going to take a bath?"

Immortal cultivators have no dirt or dust. If they feel dirty in their hearts, they can solve it with a cleansing formula.

Chu Zhaoliu was not interested in cold springs, and he disliked them very much: "If it's a hot spring, I'll go there."

Xie Ming didn't persuade him, and nodded slightly: "Then wait for me for a while."

Chu Zhaoliu groaned in a daze, seeing that Xie Ming had left, his pressure dropped sharply.

Thinking of Yan Zhuchen's entrustment, he leaned over to the small incense burner by the table and handed Jiujiu over: "Son, borrow a fire."

Jiujiu opened his mouth obediently, and lit the incense burner with a small flame.

A wisp of green smoke slowly diffused out, and the faint fragrance melted in the air, which really had the effect of calming the nerves.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't stay idle, and started strolling again in this lackluster room.

If you add some decorations, it seems...

A few pictures suddenly flashed through Chu Zhaoliu's mind, or sitting at the table and drawing talismans to discuss matters, or reading a book together and cutting candles together, and even shameless... a slight sound on that carved sandalwood bed In the middle, the bed curtain fluttered away, and the sweaty and thin wrist hung out. After clenching the gauze curtain tightly, he lost his strength and hung down silently.

Immediately after being held down by the other hand, the fingers interlocked and pulled back behind the bed curtain.

He stood by the window in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, his face turned red immediately, he closed his eyes, covered his forehead with a fan, and took a deep breath: "I'm really a beast in clothes..."

Jiu Jiu tilted his head: "Jiu Jiu?"

Chu Zhaoliu covered his face, took a deep breath, and suppressed the inexplicable dryness.

His inexplicable assumptions about Xie Ming are really something that two good brothers can have?

If Xie Ming knew what was going on in his mind, he might stab him with a sword.

If it were him, whoever would dare to make such assumptions would have to be taught a lesson.

Jiujiu looked at his mother, who had never been a human being, frowning for a while and meditating, sighing deeply for a while, and opened his eyes in confusion.

After a while, Xie Ming came back.

He took off his outer robe, perhaps because he was soaked in cold spring water, his clothes were wet, vaguely outlines a smooth and fit body, the cold moon was soaked, and he looked far away.

Even if he only wears a jacket, he can still only see the kaolin flowers and snow on the top of the mountain that cannot be played with from a distance.

Chu Zhaoliu had already set up a small couch by the window, lying down pretending to be calm, seeing him back, he smiled and said, "Go to sleep early, you will be busy tomorrow."

Xie Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the couch under him.

Chu Zhaoliu coughed lightly: "I don't sleep honestly, so I'll just sleep here."

Xie Ming took off the hairpin with a blank expression on his face, his black hair was wet by the cold spring and poured down his shoulders, he said indifferently: "Why don't you go back."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Chu Zhaoliu put the small couch back silently, moved sideways to the side of the bed and sat down, muttering: "Xie San, have you been in a bad temper lately? You've been quite fierce."

Seeing him sitting back obediently, Xie Ming said calmly, "Really?"

Chu Zhaoliu nodded vigorously.

Xinmoyin can indirectly affect Xie Ming's mood, so he really needs to have a good rest, no matter whether Yan Zhuchen's words are reliable or not, he has to try.

He lay down and rolled to lie on his side: "If you can't fall asleep, I can tell you stories and hum songs."

Xie Ming's heart suddenly softened, and he lay on the outside, looking at him quietly: "Tell a story?"

The faint bitter medicinal taste is intertwined with the cold fragrance, which is reassuring to smell.

Chu Zhaoliu casually copied Jiujiu from the pillow and put it between the two of them: "Kids also want to listen to stories."

Jiujiu excitedly rubbed against each other, lay down on all fours, extremely happy.

Chu Zhaoliu just picked up a story he had heard before, and told it vividly: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there was a monster eating people in the temple..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually weakened, his head bit by bit, and under the effect of Anshen Xiang, he fell asleep quickly one step at a time.

Xie Ming: "..."

Xie Ming couldn't help but laugh.

The man kept saying that he wanted to coax him to sleep, but before he finished speaking, he coaxed himself to sleep first.

He rested his head on his elbows, looked at Chu Zhaoliu's sleeping face, his frost-like eyes gradually melted.

Jiujiu also fell asleep in a daze, and rolled towards Chu Zhaoliu.

Chu Zhaoliu really didn't sleep well, his head tilted, and he almost crushed Little Phoenix into a bird cake.

Xie Ming gently picked up the little guy and put it on the outer pillow.

He has always looked calm, as if the demon has not had any influence on him.

In fact, during this period of time, the uneasiness, mania, and tyranny that kept rising in his heart were like a knife slashing across his mind, and the sea of ​​consciousness was dripping with blood. He had a splitting headache and was occasionally in a trance. Is it a dream or reality.

As if he would really become a lunatic.

The only one who understands his situation is Yan Zhuchen, who is a doctor.

But Yan Zhuchen's medicine could not make him sleep peacefully.

Peach petals came from nowhere and landed on Chu Zhaoliu's lips. The corners of his lips were naturally curved up, as if he was holding a petal smile, fresh and vivid, just like his wanton laughter and cursing .

Xie Ming was slightly stunned, and wanted to pick off the petal, but his fingertips seemed to encounter some resistance, and he couldn't press it down for a long time.

The night wind was blowing outside the window, and the sound of distant waves could be heard faintly.

The heartbeat is also like thunder, and it can't be calmed down for a long time.

Xie Ming didn't press the button in the end, and his voice was extremely low: "Chu Zhaoliu, did you hear that..."

The wind is moving.

The night passed fairly peacefully, at least Chu Zhaoliu didn't have those strange dreams anymore.

In the dream, there are only the swaying flower branches outside Xie Ming's window, and the sound of waves lapping on the shore of Lumen Island.

When I woke up, it was already bright.

In his sleep, Chu Zhaoliu was still thinking about whether Xie Ming slept well, and when he opened his eyes, Xie Ming was no longer beside his pillow, and the only one next to him was still sound asleep, only Jiu Jiu covered with a small handkerchief.

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned for a moment, guessing that Xie Ming had already gone to see the person in charge of the aristocratic sect who arrived today, got up and adjusted his clothes, changed into black clothes, stuffed Jiujiu, who was still sleeping late, into his arms, and picked out the black bottom Painted golden fan, ready to start today's idleness.

He got off this isolated peak, and walked slowly to the interior of Lumen Sect. He had been familiar with Lumen Sect in the past few days, so he didn't need to ask for directions, and was going to the reception hall to join in the fun.

Recently, a lot of people have come, and the flow of personnel is frequent. Luming Sect's internal investigation is extremely strict, and idlers are prohibited from entering. Chu Zhaoliu, as a standard idler, can still be so leisurely in Luming Sect, thanks to the gift Xie Ming gave him. A waist card, the patrolling disciples saw him and let him go without saying a word.

All the way to the reception hall, a few young disciples were stopped by the patrol, begging for something, Chu Zhaoliu looked at the back and felt familiar, walked over and saw that it was Chen Feiyu and the others.

"What's the matter?" Chu Zhaoliu wondered, "Where's your brother?"

Hearing Chu Zhaoliu's voice, Chen Feiyu's body shook, and he turned around immediately. Only then did Chu Zhaoliu realize that the child's eye circles were red. When he saw him, he almost cried: "Senior Chu, please help me!" Brother! My brother was suddenly taken away by the punishment hall, saying that he colluded with the demon clan, and colluding with the demon clan in Lihai is a crime that cannot be punished. How could it be possible for my brother... They have taken him to see the suzerain now, I, I……"

Seeing him talking, he started crying and became incoherent.

Chu Zhaoliu's eyebrows twitched when he heard it, and he flicked his fingers, and a gust of wind swept away. Chen Feiyu was stunned for a moment with tears on his face, and gradually calmed down.

"Don't be afraid, I'll go in and have a look." Chu Zhaoliu rubbed his head, "I'm afraid you won't be relieved if I ask you to go back and wait for the news. The others will go back first, so you can go with me."

Seeing Chu Zhaoliu's calm and calm appearance, this group of half-grown teenagers finally settled down, but they didn't leave, and waited outside stubbornly: "We are worried about Senior Brother Chen, so we are waiting here. Senior Chu, please don't hesitate." Save Senior Brother Chen, he is very good, it is impossible to do such a thing!"

A group of children were very loyal, Chu Zhaoliu smiled, and did not force them to leave. He led Chen Feiyu, twirled the belt badge Xie Ming gave him with his fingertips, and asked the patrolling disciples who were looking at each other: "Can I go in?"

"Seeing the order is like seeing the suzerain. Those who hold this order have no taboos in the Luming Sect." After a moment of embarrassment, the patrolling disciples still did not block them, bowed their heads and let them go, "Senior Chu, please."

If you see the suzerain, there is no taboo.

Chu Zhaoliu glanced at the inconspicuous waist card in his hand in surprise.

He knew that this waist card should be a valuable item, but he didn't expect that the weight was so large, this kind of thing, Xie Ming just gave it to him?

As expected of a good brother!

Chu Zhaoliu thought happily, and led Chen Feiyu, who was in a state of anxiety, into the reception hall of Luming Sect.

As soon as he entered, he saw Chen Feihe kneeling on the ground, and another boy he didn't know. Chen Feihe was better, and the other boy was covered in blood, which seemed to be injured.

Chen Feiyu was worried all morning. When he saw Chen Feihe, he subconsciously took a step forward and called out anxiously: "Brother!"

Chen Feihe was slightly startled, but he didn't look back.

The atmosphere in the hall was a bit stagnant. After Chu Zhaoliu stepped in, the air circulated again, and everyone's eyes shifted from the two people on the ground to him.

Many aristocratic sects who arrived today were all sitting in the house. Chu Zhaoliu took a look and found that Chu Wen had also arrived.

And sitting next to Chu Wen, yawning with a face of nothing to do, seeing him coming, turned his head and blinked his left eye slyly, it was Gu Junyi who was half dead before he left!

Seeing these two people, Chu Zhaoliu felt joy in his heart, then looked at Xie Ming who was sitting in the middle with a cold face, and asked with a smile: "What kind of play is this singing again, I'm late? "

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