Can Shizun attack once?

In the past three years, Cen Shuangluo tried many methods.

He tried to find the law of becoming stupid, trying to figure out whether he would become stupid every once in a while, or whether it was related to the change of true energy in his body.

But in the end, Cen Shuangluo came to the conclusion that it had nothing to do with time, true energy, cultivation and other factors.

There is only one rule, that is, you will be stupid when you see Ying Wushou.

Cen Shuangluo understood himself, and he did not explain this phenomenon as being blinded by sex.

He admitted that he admired Ying Wuchou's face and his unrelenting temperament no matter what dangers he encountered. If there were not so many deceptions and entanglements between them, and Cen Shuangluo's strength was enough to rival Ying Wuchou, maybe he was really Will try to take that step.

But the grievances between Cen Shuangluo, Ying Wuchou and his disciples are difficult to settle, and Cen Shuangluo is not a willful person, so how could he let his feelings develop to the point of dementia.

Besides, dementia due to emotions and being really stupid are two different concepts!

The only explanation is that he and Ying Wushou are not in the same time and space.

Because of some accidents, he appeared in this time and space many, many years ago. He and Ying Wushou are not on a parallel line. What he wants to learn from Ying Wushou may affect the time and space to some extent. develop.

In short, under a mysterious force, Cen Shuangluo had no choice but to be stupid.

Cen Shuangluo once thought about not going to see Ying Wushou again. This place is safe, and there is enough spiritual energy and food for him to cultivate. He can spend his adulthood here. After completely absorbing the power of Yinglong Neidan, Think again about how to leave.

But he couldn't help himself.

He wanted to know why Ying Wushou was trapped in the sword mound, why there were always wounds on his body, and why the sword of the sword mound was aimed at Ying Wushou like an enemy.

In Cen Shuangluo's mind, Ying Wuchou was a person with almost no flaws.Such a kind person, why should such a thing happen to him?

Cen Shuangluo wanted to go to Ying Wuchou, and asked Ying Wuchou what difficulties he encountered and what he could do to help. The two of them worked together to rescue Ying Wuchou.

Even if he couldn't do it, at least he could stay by Ying Wushou's side and comfort him.

Instead of turning into a silly dragon like now, he will only play carefree by Ying Wushou's side and sleep on him, which can't help him.

He even made the move just now!

Even if it was an inevitable change of Tengjiao's adulthood, if he still had reason, he could restrain this impulse.He was so ignorant that he became stupid, he only acted on instinct, and he was on Ying Wushou's lap...

Cen Shuangluo didn't even dare to think about it anymore, he buried his head deeply in the mud in frustration, planning not to come out this spring.

The inherited memory of the race told him that this physical change during adulthood would last for about six or seven years, and the impulsive changes would lessen after he was fully grown up.

As for how to deal with this change, in fact, just let nature take its course.

If there is no one or Jiao who wants to do it, then do nothing.If there is, and the other party agrees, it is also possible to take advantage of the trend to ease the changes brought about by adulthood.

No matter how you deal with it, it will not cause any harm to the body.

After all, Tengjiao is the dragon-like creature closest to the dragon clan at present. Their bodies are extremely strong, and they will not easily go wrong. As long as they are not cramped and skinned, no matter how much they toss themselves, they can recover quickly.

He just needs to be calm, calm and calm.

Cen Shuangluo practiced in the stream for a whole spring, and he grew a little bit of dragon tail. With the end of spring, this change has eased a lot.

In summer, when he emerges from the water, his horns, which were originally only a little bit, gradually become sharp and sharp, which may hurt Ying Wushou when playing.

Cen Shuangluo looked at his own reflection on the water, and with a thought, the sharp unicorn slowly disappeared, leaving only a silver scale with a slightly different color on top of his head.

It turns out that this horn is not only Tengjiao's powerful weapon, but also its weakness. If someone cuts off the horn, it is impossible to recover from the injury.

Therefore, the dragons have a way to hide the poisonous horns, and they will not release the horns unless their lives are in danger.

That's fine, it won't hurt Ying Wushou.

The white dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, as if smiling.

He smiled silly for a moment, then turned his head and slapped his face with his tail to stop himself from giggling.

Since the sword array used [-]% of its strength to deal with Ying Wushou, the restraint on other positions of Jianzhong Mountain was not so strong.

Cen Shuangluo stretched his body, soared into the air, and turned into a giant dragon hundreds of meters long in the air.

The summer sun shone on his almost transparent scales, refracting rainbow lights, like a rainbow with irregular shapes.

He raised his head slightly, and howled to the sky, but what he uttered was not a long and thick dragon chant, but a somewhat immature "Yo Yo".

After only yelling, Cen Shuangluo felt a little embarrassed, feeling that she was not majestic enough, so she obediently shut her mouth.

He didn't know that on the other side of the mountain, Ying Wushou, who had just been baptized by a wave of sword formations, slowly stretched out his hand to catch a rainbow light refracted to him.

When the giant dragon was flying into the air, Ying Wuchou put on the pair of gels.

Looking at the rainbow light in his palm, he only felt the long-lost happiness.

That is not the distorted sense of satisfaction brought about by the desire to rule the world and everything on my body when refining the soul, but a new, nascent joy.

At that moment, Ying Wuchou felt as if he had never experienced the baptism of blood, he was still a fledgling cultivator, looking at the world with newly acquired eyes, no matter what he saw would make him feel novel.

Ying Wuchou shook hands, trying to catch this rainbow light.

But at this time, the white dragon got into the cloud and the rainbow light falling on the palm disappeared.

Ying Wuchou felt a little disappointed, he withdrew his hand, thinking that this idiot just wanted to play and didn't spend much time in the sun.

At this moment, the clouds and mist above his head dispersed, and the rainbow light sprinkled on Ying Wuchou from the gap in the sword array.

The Mantian Sword Formation can also seal Jianzhong Mountain, but it can't stop the mottled light.

Ying Wushou bathed in the rainbow light, gently raised the corners of her lips.

This little dragonfly is obviously white, but it just likes colorful things.

There was another short and childish "Yo Yo" sound in the cloud and mist, and it disappeared immediately.

Why don't you call twice more, it's so nice.Ying Wuchou is a little bit regretful.

The dragon tossed in the air for a while and then disappeared, the rainbow light disappeared, and the dark cloud gradually shrouded Ying Wushou's head again.

He sat back, and the chains around his limbs and waist kept ringing, this sound reminded Ying Wushou of the crimes he had committed.

The joy just now was so short, only for a moment, and the bone-piercing torment rose from the depths of the soul again.

Ying Wuchou knew that even if everything connected to him was cut off by the sword array, even if he used blood to atone for the wrong things he had done, even if he used thousands of years to pay for the sins he committed, he would not be freed .

This thirst for soul will haunt him as long as his soul lives on.Even if he dies, pain will always be with him in the next life, the next life, and forever.

until the end of the soul.

Ying Wushou put his hand on his forehead, showing a rare look of fragility.

"Is there really no chance?" He murmured.

This fragility is only for a moment.

He quickly relieved, and said in a low voice: "I only care about playing, and I don't come to see me once in a few months."

Obviously, he had taken advantage of this time to adjust the frequency of the sword formation's attacks so that Xiao Tengjiao could come to him.

From spring to summer, the little thing never once protruded from the mountain wall.

Really heartless.

Thinking of this, Ying Wuchou couldn't help laughing and shaking his head, how could he have such an idea.

He was obviously used to being alone, and he was ready to go alone.

Is this little dragonfly here to test his resolve?

While thinking like this, Ying Wuchou suddenly felt a hot gaze from the mountain wall.

He immediately sat up straight, making himself look dignified, solemn, and dignified.

Sure enough, within a short while, the little thing ran towards Ying Wushou with another shiny thing in its mouth.

Ying Wuchou didn't look sideways, just waiting for the little dragonfly to climb up his legs.

This time, Xiao Tengjiao didn't climb up, but lay down beside Ying Wuchou, and hugged his hand hard.

Ying Wuchou raised her airs and looked sideways at Xiao Tengjiao.

He saw a transparent scale that could refract light in the mouth of the little dragonfly.

Xiao Tengjiao was still arching his hand, Ying Wuchou spread his hand following his movements, Xiao Tengjiao put the scales in his palm.

Ying Wuchou is familiar with the habits of the dragon-like race. These races have the characteristics of the dragon race. They like shiny things. They often snatch gold and gems to decorate their nests and sleep on beds made of gold coins.

They cherish their scales very much, and will collect all the scales that fall when changing scales, and make them into armor to protect themselves.

There is only one situation in which dragonoids will give scales to other creatures, and that is courtship.

Ying Wuchou put the scales back on the small claws of the little dragonfly, and said seriously: "I can't take this."

Xiao Tengjiao stuffed the scales into his palm, but Ying Wuchou refused again.

Now Xiao Tengjiao became angry, and for the first time he lost his temper in response to Wuchou.

The tail with its caudal fin slapped the ground vigorously, and the strong wind stirred up all the flowers, grasses, and leaves.

He flicked it vigorously, and the scale that Ying Wushou rejected fell into the mountain stream.

After losing his temper, Xiao Tengjiao let out a "Yo" and walked away angrily, leaving a mess on the ground.

Ying Wushou: "..."

It was the first time he had encountered such a creature that lost his temper with him.

Don't even give him a chance to explain.

The scales were thus thrown into the valley.

Ying Wuchou felt sorry for the scales, he got up and walked a few steps forward, wanting to see where the scales fell, maybe he could pick them up again.

But after walking a few steps, the chains became tight, making it impossible to move forward.

The area where he can move is only a few inches away.

Ying Wuchou sat back weakly, looked up at the sword in the sky, and began to think about the possibility of refining a sword to help him get the scales below.

Divine swords have spirits, these swords can recognize their masters, and over time, sword spirits can be cultivated, which can no longer be regarded as inanimate objects. Refining them is no different from refining souls.

"Since there is a spirit, can we discuss it?" Ying Wushou asked, "Can any of you help me retrieve that scale."

The sword array did not respond.

Ying Wushou asked several times again, and a curved sword flew in front of Ying Wushou, as if willing to help him.

Every sword in Jianzhong has absorbed Ying Wuchou's blood, and Ying Wuchou also knows every sword.He knew this sword, it was called the full moon, it was a sword spliced ​​by two opposite arcs, divided into a scimitar, and combined into a full moon.

"You are willing to help me?" Ying Wuchou raised his hand, and the full moon cut through his fingertips, absorbing a drop of his blood.

Afterwards, the full moon spun and fell into the deep valley, and after a while it struggled to lift a small piece of scale up.

When it went down, it moved lightly and freely, but when it came back, it seemed to be pulled by a mighty force, and it moved slowly.

Ying Wushou took the scales, feeling as if she was holding a huge rock in her hands, no wonder the Yuanyue Sword was so strenuous.

He thought of the size of the giant dragon in the sky, and understood that the scales must have been huge in their original form, but it was only the size of a fingernail because of the magical power exerted by the little dragon.

Just now Xiao Tengjiao still supported the scales with mana, but now he doesn't want this thing, without the help of mana, it will naturally become heavier.

Fortunately, Ying Wushou didn't care about the weight.

He picked up the scales and looked at the sunlight, and saw the rainbow light as he wished.

Ying Wuchou was reluctant to refine the scale, and put it in the universe in his sleeve cherishingly.

After doing all this, he sighed slightly, Xiao Tengjiao was so angry, he didn't know if he would come again.

Anyway, when it's almost hibernation, it will always come to sleep, right?Ying Wuchou secretly thought.

Ying Wuchou was secretly worried, but she didn't know that on the other side of the mountain, Cen Shuangluo was already madly banging her head against the mountain wall in frustration.

Cen Shuangluo never expected that she would lose such a temper because Ying Wuchou didn't accept the scales.

In his whole life, before he learned to be self-willed, he had already learned to be cautious, to look at his adoptive parents, the monks in the temple, and the people outside.

Even though he knew that he would be killed by Ying Wuchou's disciple in the future, he was not so angry, but calmly thought about the way to survive.

How could someone with his personality lose his temper?

It must be Yinglong Neidan who caused trouble!

According to legend, the dragon family has a bad temper. He is affected by the dragon spirit and has no rational restraint, so his personality will naturally deteriorate.

In this way, Ying Wuchou absolutely does not want to see him again.

Cen Shuangluo bumped into the mountain for half a day, and when he hit Jianzhong Mountain, the formation wavered slightly, and when he hit the sword formation and began to release sword energy at him, he had to stop, coiled on the mountain, secretly sad.

He felt that he should not see Ying Wuchou again.Cultivate as soon as possible, become an adult as soon as possible, thoroughly absorb the inner alchemy, and then go to Ying Wuchou.

At that time, even if there is a mysterious force at work, it is impossible for him to become stupid again.

As soon as Cen Shuangluo made up his mind, his back felt a little itchy. He rubbed against the mountain, and another scale fell off.

Seeing the scales reflecting the colorful light in the sun, the eyes of the little dragonfly are full of stars again.

He immediately forgot the annoyance and entanglement just now, picked up the scale and ran towards Ying Wuchou.

Ying Wuchou was still counting with her fingers how many days until winter, when she saw a flash of light on the mountain wall, and within half a day, the little dragon came back again.

This time, Ying Wuchou didn't chase Xiao Teng Jiao away, but smiled reservedly, and stretched out his hand to Xiao Teng Jiao: "For me? Come here."

Xiao Tengjiao was so happy that he scratched his paws and almost couldn't walk.

He shyly came to Ying Wushou's side, he walked in a tortuous way for a while, and his long body was about to knot.

Ying Wuchou took the initiative to reach out, took the scales from the mouth of Xiaodengjiao, and said with a light smile, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Xiao Teng Jiao screamed, his whole body suddenly turned red, and he was about to run away.

"Wait a minute." Ying Wuchou reached out to grab the little dragonfly.

Even though he really wanted to escape, the moment he touched Ying Wushou's hand, Xiao Tengjiao instinctively wrapped his tail around his wrist.

"If you're not in a hurry to practice, just stay and watch the sunset with me." Ying Wuchou said.

He put the little dragonfly dragons on his lap, raised their heads one by one, and saw a red sun in the sky slowly sinking to the west.

Ying Wuchou only felt that the time was quiet at this moment, and only hoped that time would not pass by.

However, the time still passed day by day, and another seven years passed like this.

For the past seven years, every day has been beautiful.

Ying Wuchou's side was already surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, and the chains were all filled with flowers.

The small dragonfly has also completed a scale change, and the new scales are tougher, and they have also changed from transparent and white to white and silver.

It is foreseeable that this dragon will turn into a silver dragon in the future. I don't know if the scales will change to gold again. A golden dragon will be even more beautiful.

Xiao Teng Jiao is very healthy, the only problem is that he is still stupid.

Ying Wushou was very worried about his IQ, and didn't know how such a stupid Tengjiao would survive in the cultivation world in the future.

It is best to have him guarding, but Ying Wuchou cannot leave Jianzhong Mountain.

He has been with Xiaodengjiao for ten years, and before the tenth winter day, Xiaodengjiao completed a molt.

This time, Ying Wuchou didn't accept the skin of the little dragonfly, but refined it into a storage belt, tied it around the waist of the small dragon... and tied a bowknot dexterously on her body.

Xiao Tengjiao likes this belt very much. When wearing the belt, his tail is raised.

He was excited for a few days, and on the first snow day, he lay on Ying Wushou's lap and fell into hibernation again.

Ying Wuchou looked at him, knowing that the next spring would be the day they parted.

After ten years of growth, the little dragonfly has fully grown up and has become a peak distraction.

He has Yinglong Neidan as the foundation, and it will be easier to transform dragons than other dragons in the future.

He shouldn't be trapped on Jianzhong Mountain and lose his freedom with Ying Wuchou, a sinner.

Ying Wuchou didn't know how Xiao Tengjiao appeared on this mountain, he was like a gift from heaven, accompanying Ying Wuchou through the most difficult days.

Next spring, Ying Wuchou will open the formation of Jianzhong Mountain, protect Xiao Tengjiao with a burst of true energy, and send him out.

By then, Ying Wuchou will be left alone.

but it does not matter.

Ying Wuchou took out a piece of scale armor from the Qiankun in his sleeve, and stared at the words on it.

The mental methods he cultivated were engraved on the seven scales, and Ying Wuchou kept them in his sleeves, taking them out from time to time to see the mental methods he had memorized.

This mental method is very magical, and it is obvious that I have memorized it by heart, but there are some contents that must be read out to suddenly understand the meaning of it.

Ying Wuchou looked at the fifteen words "Never become a demon, never live, blood never ceases, spirit never perishes and never regenerates", and suddenly understood what he should do.

After entering the Sword Tomb, Ying Wuchou took out the scale armor countless times and looked for a way to alleviate the suffering of the soul on it, but she never understood the meaning of the scale armor.

It wasn't until he met Xiaodao Jiao and resisted the urge to refine Xiaodao Jiao countless times that he gradually understood the content recorded on the last piece of scale armor.

"Spirits are immortal..." Ying Wuchou traced these words with her fingertips and read in a low voice.

The little dragonfly slept soundly on him, kicking its paws from time to time, as if it was having a sweet dream.

Ying Wuchou stretched out her hand carefully, and gently touched his little tail, keeping the slippery feeling in her heart.

He stared at Xiao Tengjiao for a long time, secretly making up his mind.

It was another spring day, the little dragonfly opened its eyes in the light fragrance of apricot blossoms, rolled on Ying Wuchou as usual, and rubbed its belly.

Just like seven years ago, Xiao Tengjiao froze after the rubbing, screamed, and turned his head to run away.

This time, Ying Wuchou didn't let him run away, but stretched out her hand to grab the little dragonfly, and said softly: "Don't go."

The little dragonfly stayed in his palm obediently, but curled up its tail and curled up half of its body, preventing Ying Wuchou from looking at his belly.

Ying Wushou stretched out his hand to pat his little paw, and said softly, "I understand what you mean."

He looked at the flowers that could no longer be placed on the platform, and said with a smile: "Flowers, scales, growth period, do you think I don't know the meaning of these behaviors of dragon-like people?"

Xiao Tengjiao was completely dumbfounded, his eyes could not move, and he lay softly on Ying Wuchou's palm like a dead snake, and he could not move at all.

Ying Wushou smiled, and softly whispered in Xiao Fei's ear, "I accept it."

The pair of fin-like Xiao Fei's ears moved, and Xiao Tengjiao felt himself alive again.

Ying Wuchou held up the little dragonfly, and lightly touched the small head of the small dragonfly with his forehead, touching his eyebrows.

Xiao Tengjiao only felt that the beauty was bubbling, he leaned over, and lightly pecked Ying Wuchou's eyelids.

Ying Wuchou said: "I am very happy to have you by my side for these ten years."

After finishing speaking, he threw it lightly, and Xiao Tengjiao was thrown to the back mountain like countless times before.

As soon as he arrived at the back mountain, Cen Shuangluo immediately regained his sanity.

He felt a sweetness in his heart at first, and then he had an ominous premonition, always feeling that Ying Wushou was just confessing his last words.

Cen Shuangluo immediately flew towards the mountain wall, but couldn't get any closer.

An extremely terrifying formation enveloped it, and Cen Shuangluo didn't know what happened inside.

He tried to rush into the formation, but with the power of his distraction stage, it was impossible to break the formation that was enough to trap the masters of the Mahayana stage.

Inside the formation, Ying Wuchou looked up at the sky and said softly, "Spirits are immortal, I understand."

He waved slightly: "Yuanyue, this time it's up to you. After taking my spirit, remember to help me one more time and send him away from the sword mound."

The full moon sword turned into two crescent-shaped arc swords and flew towards Ying Wushou.

The blade pierced Ying Wuxiu's heart, and passed through the Lingtai.

Ying Wuchou only felt pain as if his soul was being torn apart, but he knew that he would not die.

Because he already has the emotion that can suppress the desire to refine the soul.

Only if he has this kind of emotion can he understand the writing on the scales.Only if he has this kind of emotion can he keep his soul immortal when he self-destructs his soul.

Immortal is not alive, immortal is not alive, if you don't put it to death, there will be no future life.

He had to shatter his own soul, relying on that strong emotion to reunite at the moment of being shattered, in order to completely get rid of the desire to refine his soul.

Doing so is quite dangerous, but it is the only chance of survival.

Moreover, since he was reunited by that strong emotion, when the soul is rebuilt, this emotion is bound to be consumed, causing him to lose the memory of this relationship.

If you keep your memory, you cannot love him; if you want to love him, you cannot remember him.

Countless long swords followed the Yuanyue sword, piercing Ying Wushou's altar, crushing him in an instant.

Under the tremendous power, everything was reduced to ashes.

Even the scales hidden in Ying Wushou's sleeves disappeared because the universe in the sleeves was torn apart.

Under the rain of swords, not a single blade of grass grows.

Only the seven pieces of scale armor inherited from ancient times are indestructible, maintaining their shape in the sword rain.

Ying Wushou fell down heavily, his body was soaked in blood, but his soul reunited in an instant and returned to the altar.

Outside the formation, Cen Shuangluo was turning into a giant dragon, hitting the formation with his body again and again, trying to rush in to help Ying Wuchou.

Blood oozed from under the silver-white scales, but Teng Jiao didn't seem to know the pain, allowing the sword energy to scratch his body time and time again.

He only had one feeling, always feeling that if he couldn't break in, he would lose a very beautiful and beautiful past.

I don't know how long it took for the collision, a gap opened in the formation, Cen Shuangluo was overjoyed, and was about to shrink his body to get in.

But he saw a round sword flying out of the formation, the sword was still stained with Ying Wuchou's blood.

It merged into one, continuously spinning in the air, and burst into intense light.

Under the radiance of this light, Cen Shuangluo's body flickered and disappeared without a trace.

The round sword slowly stopped and landed in Ying Wushou's hand. The words on the sword had changed from "full moon" to "samsara".

Ying Wushou's blood-stained hand moved slightly.

This hand seemed to be looking for something, moving slowly, it touched a piece of scale armor, felt the cool and slippery touch of the scale armor, and then slowly stopped, covering it and not moving.