Can Shizun attack once?

Ying Wushou's calmness and bliss are naturally pretending. In his early years, he also had the temperament of being self-respecting and fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

After going through some things and taking in a few more apprentices, he needs to lead by example to be a teacher, so he gradually learned to conceal his real purpose and began to pay attention to his image.

From the past to the present, Ying Wuchou's personality has not changed much, it's just that her experience and knowledge have increased, and she doesn't like so many things, which is why she appears so noble.

Ying Wuchou came up with such methods as deceit and abduction, schemes by agencies, and begging for love by selling misery, and used them extremely skillfully.

He is definitely not a character who hides everything in his heart and loves hard to express. When encountering something he likes, Ying Wuchou is definitely a person who jumps on the stick and does everything he can.

He broke the legs of Cen's family members and hurt himself as punishment. This is the principle. Even if Cen Shuangluo doesn't feel bad, Ying Wuchou will do the same.Even if Cen Shuangluo was not found within a hundred days, Ying Wuchou would not break her leg again just to arouse Cen Shuangluo's distress.

Not too much, not too little, just right.

Seeing that Cen Shuangluo's eyes were full of emotion and dependence, Ying Wuchou was ecstatic in her heart, raised her hand unconsciously, and touched her nose.

Fortunately, no blood.

It was also thanks to Cen Shuangluo's appearance of Xuanyuanze, Ying Wuchou faced the faces of his disciples, no matter how hot his blood was, it would cool down.

Cen Shuangluo must be lured back home as soon as possible, otherwise, will he have to rely on memories to get nosebleeds all the time?Then sooner or later he will go mad with excessive hunger and thirst.

The last time I got into a demon, I entrusted Elder Wufeng to help me when I was sober for a short time. I endured ten years of suffering in the sword mound of the Qingtian Sword Sect before I suppressed the demonic nature in my body and learned to cultivate my body and mind. Because of love, he had no choice but to accept Luo Qingyu, a disciple who was completely inconsistent with his teacher.

If you become possessed again, you don't know what will happen.

His external injuries have healed, but the demons in his heart must be suppressed with the scales that emit white light under the moon. He holds them in his hands and sticks them to his face every day, so that he can barely calm down.

In order not to be possessed by demons anymore, and for the common people in the world, he had to coax Cen Shuangluo to be willing.

There are legitimate reasons, both for himself and for the common people, and can make Cen Shuangluo willing, which is very in line with Ying Wushou's principle.

Thinking of this, Ying Wuchou wished she could break through Cen Shuangluo's disguise immediately, so that he would stop pretending to be Xuanyuanze's boring face.

But he just used the broken leg to move and respect Cen Shuangluo, if he immediately revealed Cen Shuangluo's identity, would Xiao Tengjiao think that he did it on purpose and become vigilant?

Xiao Tengjiao has been living outside since he was a child, like a wild animal, with a suspicious personality and a strong vigilance.If he wants to coax him back home, he needs to be fed a little bit, so that he can put down his guard and believe in himself wholeheartedly.

The so-called feeding is to satisfy his desires, satisfy all his needs, and help him do all the things he wants to do.

When the time is ripe and the relationship is deep, find another time to "accidentally" discover Cen Shuangluo's true identity, sigh the fate, and take Xiao Tengjiao home naturally.

In just a moment, Ying Wushou thought of dozens of plans.

Regardless of the plan, the most urgent thing is to understand why Xiao Tengjiao is pretending to be Xuanyuanze, what he is going to do, and then help him.

Ying Wuchou looked at Cen Shuangluo seriously, and saw Cen Shuangluo half-kneeling in front of his knees, as if she wanted to be like a child, resting her head on his knees.

He seemed to have completely forgotten what to do.

Ying Wuchou felt a little anxious for Cen Shuangluo, why is this child so leisurely, since he is pretending, he must make a quick decision.Put Ying Wushou, who is in the way, down and faint as soon as possible, and then do what you have to do!

Sure enough, he was too young, had not enough experience, had no one to teach him, and lacked experience.

If he grew up beside him, he would definitely be able to teach Cen Shuangluo to become a giant dragon that is the enemy of all the world.

Wait, there seems to be something wrong with this statement.

Oh, it should be the invincible dragon.

Ying Wushou patted Cen Shuangluo's palm, and said gently: "Xiao Ze, I haven't seen you for many years, let me show you how good your skills are. From my guess, you should be at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage now, and you need to be distracted." It's time."

Ying Wuchou reached for Cen Shuangluo's wrist and reminded him with words.

Responding to Wushou's reminder, Cen Shuangluo immediately woke up from the brief joy and emotion.He only has the peak of Jindan, if Ying Wuchou investigates his skills, no matter how well he pretends, he will immediately reveal his identity.

Ying Wuchou is a good person, a gentle person, and a person who cares for his disciples.

But at the same time, he is also a jealous person. He just heard that a stranger's leg was broken, and he went to vent his anger on this person.If he knew that he was pretending to be Xuanyuanze, he would definitely attack.

Cen Shuangluo hurriedly withdrew his hand, stood up and said, "Master, this disciple's realm is very stable, and he will break through in a few days. Master, don't worry about it. When this disciple is promoted to the distraction stage in the future, I will definitely report the good news to Master."

"I'll still be embarrassed." Ying Wushou smiled, "Since this is the case, I will wait for your good news as a teacher. Ozawa, I am a little thirsty, please pour me a glass of water, remember not to put a silver tip Tea, as a teacher, has just recovered and is using elixir to recuperate the body. Silver tip tea is a good tea with sufficient aura, but it overlaps with my medicinal properties. After I take it, in order to absorb the medicinal properties, I will unconsciously fall asleep. I sleep After 50 years, I really don’t want to sleep anymore.”

Silver tip tea is a spiritual tea that can only be drunk by the royal family of Xuanyuan. Ordinary people can prolong their life and prolong their lives after drinking one sip; It exceeded the limit that mortals can bear, the meridians could not withstand such a powerful force, the meridians were cut off, and the seven orifices bleed to death.

Even a cultivator has a limited amount of drink in each realm.

This kind of spiritual tea can only produce a few catties every hundred years, and it will lose its spiritual energy within half a day after being picked, so it must be preserved by secret methods.

The Xuanyuan royal family controls the tea house that preserves the secret method and the silver-pointed tea, and the accumulation of tens of thousands of years is less than a hundred catties.

Generally, the major sects have great events, such as the succession ceremony of the head teacher, and the Xuanyuan royal family will send one or two to two taels of silver sharp tea.

Ying Wuchou deliberately reminded Cen Shuangluo, one is to tell him that there are treasures here in Xuanyuanze, and it is rare to pretend to be one, and if there are treasures, it will not be in vain; It can make Ying Wushou sleepy, and it is good for Ying Wushou.

Cen Shuangluo was not stupid, Ying Wushou had almost made it clear, and he naturally guessed this.

He didn't want to be stunned by Ying Wushou, but he did have important things to do, and he couldn't stay here with Ying Wushou, if he didn't hurry up, he would be discovered by the masters of the Xuanyuan royal family soon.

But is he really going to make Ying Wushou dizzy?

Cen Shuangluo took a deep look at Ying Wushou, hid his conscience, and only regarded himself as Xuanyuanze.

He walked in the direction Ying Wushou followed his fingers, and he found Xuanyuanze's tea locker.

There was a formation guarding the outside of the locker, but when Ying Wushou told Cen Shuang the location of Yinjian tea, that finger broke the formation.

There are several kinds of tea leaves in the cabinet, all of which are high-quality spiritual teas, and there is no mark on them which kind of tea they are.

However, Cen Shuangluo, relying on his years of experience in eating spiritual grass, recognized the box with the most spiritual energy at a glance, and knew that it contained silver tip tea.

He picked it up and weighed it, and found that there were actually three catties of silver-tip tea hidden in Xuanyuanze, which is quite an astonishing amount.

Cen Shuangluo decisively stuffed this box of tea into the snake-scale belt, and when he broke through the Nascent Soul Stage, he drank a catty of tea in one go, and he should soon reach the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, ready to attack distraction.

He chose another tea that looked most like silver-tip tea, picked up the teapot, fetched some water in the yard, boiled it with zhenqi, and made tea for Ying Wuchou.

When making tea, he mixed a little silver tip tea with the tea leaves and washed it with water.

This set of actions is completely like how ordinary people make tea, and it is not the way to treat spiritual tea at all.

Ying Wushou just looked at the movement of his hands and felt something was wrong.

He knew that this "Xuanyuan Ze" was a fake, and there was a Zongzheng Jin hidden in the guest room, what if Zongzheng Jin found out?

A glint of sternness flashed in Ying Wuchou's eyes, thinking that it would be fine to just silence her. Zongzhengjin's death in Xuanyuanze's room would also cause conflicts between Xuanyuan and Zongzheng's two aristocratic families.

This idea just came up, Ying Wuchou shook her head and gave up the idea.

Be a good person, otherwise if Xiao Tengjiao finds out, there is no way to coax him.Ying Wushou rubbed her forehead.

He thought for a while, took off his shoes, and stepped barefoot on the ground in the backyard.

His spiritual sense scales have not been recovered, and his ability to refine all things into spirits is relatively poor.

Like the previous tactile refinement, it can only refine objects not far away from you, unlike the eyes that have been retracted, and the vision can be instantaneous.

The same is true for the refinement of spiritual perception. Only by sticking the palms or soles of the feet to the ground and activating the spirituality of the ground under the feet can it be barely transmitted to the feet of Zongzheng Jin, which is more than ten meters away.

Ying Wushou closed her eyes and concentrated on refining her spiritual perception.

Almost instantly, all the stone slabs on the ground of the palace became Ying Wushou's "spirit".

Each slate has the spirituality and thought of Ying Wushou.

Zong Zhengjin, who had just carefully walked out of the cabinet to check the situation outside, suddenly felt that the floor under his feet "lived", and his vision blurred, and he saw the floor as Ying Wushou.

He shook his head, then took a closer look, the floor was still the floor, nothing unusual.

Zong Zhengjin stepped on the ground with both feet, and suddenly felt a sense of fear.

He suddenly felt that he was no longer in the imperial city, not in a dream, but in someone's sea of ​​consciousness, locked up firmly.

"Where am I?" Zong Zhengjin looked around in fear, his eyes told him that he was still in the palace guest room, but this kind of information could no longer be conveyed to his brain.

Zongzhengjin's soul was trapped in the endless sea of ​​consciousness, even if the door was opened, he couldn't get out.

In the past, Ying Wuchou's understanding of spiritual perception was only a half-knowledge, and among the seven scale armors, he had never been able to fully control the mind method recorded on the last scale armor.

It wasn't until he was transported to other worlds by the system and came into contact with some knowledge that he couldn't get in the cultivation world that he had another experience of spiritual perception.

Using a computer can explain spiritual perception very vividly.

Organs such as eyes, nose, hands and feet are like input devices and output devices, similar to a keyboard, mouse and monitor, while spiritual sense is more similar to a computer CPU, receiving countless information collected by other organs and giving instructions.

You can use your ears and sense of touch to replace your eyes, and you can use your feet to write when you can't move your hands.

Any part that feels lost can be replaced.

Only spiritual sense can't do it.

What Zongzhengjin saw was the floor, but his spiritual sense told him that this was some powerful sea of ​​consciousness.

When the information of the two does not match, people will instinctively trust the judgment of the spiritual sense more.

He will no longer believe in external sensations, close his eyes and cover his ears, unable to see or hear, and can only act by feeling.

Zong Zhengjin immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his five senses, and used his spiritual thoughts to check the surrounding situation little by little.

How could his divine sense in the Jindan period be as powerful as Ying Wushou's.

At this time, it is still possible to escape by completely giving up thinking and acting like a puppet.If you rely entirely on spiritual perception, it will only become more chaotic.

Sure enough, after a while, Zong Zhengjin's spiritual sense gave up resistance and entered a state of self-protection.

A simple description is just fainted.

At this time, Cen Shuangluo had just boiled the water.

Cen Shuangluo walked towards the table with the kettle in hand, and suddenly felt that the ground under her feet was kinder.

While waiting for the tea to be brewed, he couldn't help but bent down and patted the ground with his hands.

Ying Wushou opened her eyes suddenly, and withdrew her spiritual sense.

Whether Zong Zhengjin will wake up in a while, he doesn't need to maintain this state.

Ying Wuchou's brain went numb for a while, and he couldn't recover for a while.

His spiritual sense is extremely aggressive, and when ordinary cultivators encounter his spirit, they will end up like Zong Zhengjin.

In order not to affect Cen Shuangluo, Ying Wuchou deliberately restrained the aggressiveness of her spiritual sense and became harmless, but at the same time, her self-defense ability was relatively weakened.

Just now, Cen Shuangluo patted the floor with his hand, which was equivalent to patting Ying Wuchou's spirit twice, which was more sensitive than tactile contact.

Ying Wuchou rubbed the center of his brows, for a moment he didn't know whether he should exercise his kung fu immediately to get rid of the feeling just now, or it would be better to relive it for a while.

At this time, Cen Shuangluo came forward with tea.

Ying Wuchou didn't have time to exercise anymore, the numbness spread from the brain to his right arm, Ying Wuchou took the teacup with his left hand, and pressed his right hand firmly on the stone table.

Cen Shuangluo noticed the discomfort in his right hand, and hurriedly stepped forward to check it. He held Ying Wuchou's right hand and asked with concern: "Master, do you have some inconvenience in your right hand?"

"Ah!" Ying Wuchou's right hand was touched by Cen Shuangluo, and the numbness became even stronger, and he couldn't help but let out a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Does it hurt?" Cen Shuangluo hurriedly let go of his hand.

He stared at the teacup in Ying Wushou's hand, trying to grab the tea back.Ying Wuchou was already uncomfortable, so drinking silver tip tea would make her feel very uncomfortable.

"It's okay." Ying Wushou was sweating on his forehead, he saw that Cen Shuangluo had the intention of grabbing the tea cup, and hurriedly drank the whole cup of Yinjian tea in one go.

Cen Shuangluo didn't expect Master to drink tea so boldly, like a man gulping down a glass of wine, he had no time to snatch it, so Ying Wuchou drank all the tea.

"Master's right hand is a little numb, it's probably caused by blood stagnation, it will be fine after a while of meditation." Ying Wuchou said, "When you touched it just now, Master almost lost his composure."

Good risk, good risk.Ying Wuchou carefully lowered her head, but luckily her clothes were loose and she did not lose her composure.

"Master, how could you lose your composure? Master's strength of character lies not in appearance but in spirit." Cen Shuangluo said, "Master, let me help you go to bed and rest."

"Alright." Ying Wuchou said.

Cen Shuangluo took two steps while supporting Ying Wuchou's left hand, and saw Ying Wuchou's head drooping slightly, leaning on his shoulder and falling asleep.

A strand of long hair slid down against his neck, brushing against the mole in the dimple of his neck.

Cen Shuangluo blushed, and simply hugged Ying Wuchou, secretly said "It's so light", and quickly carried Ying Wuchou into the bedroom and put him on the bed.

Cen Shuangluo moved extremely carefully, for fear of touching Ying Wuchou's right hand and leg.

Seeing that Ying Wuchou was barefoot again at some point, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Others may see Ying Wushou as handsome and handsome, but in fact, this person is a bit casual.

Thinking of Ying Wushou's attire when they first met, Cen Shuangluo only felt that this person probably really didn't like restraint.

Pushing away Ying Wuchou's long hair scattered on her chest, Cen Shuang sat on the side of the bed, looking at Ying Wuchou briefly and greedily.

You are so kind, but unfortunately I am destined not to be able to accompany you.Cen Shuangluo thought to himself.

He made up his mind, looked away, turned and left.

As soon as he went out, Ying Wushou opened his eyes.

Ying Wuchou's body didn't move, but his eyes were as deep as the stars and the universe, as if the whole world was under his eyes.

The walls of the palace, the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and even the wind blowing on his face turned into his eyes, watching Cen Shuangluo's actions all the time.

Cen Shuangluo came to the backyard and walked straight to the pond.

He bent down so that his fingertips were in the water.

The koi in the pond rushed towards him one after another, kissing Cen Shuangluo's fingertips.

Cen Shuangluo smiled, and lightly tapped the most domineering and fattest goldfish, a film of water appeared around his body.

He jumped into the pond.