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Silver hair and black hair were tangled together and scattered messily on the rattan couch.

Cen Shuangluo spent a long time but couldn't untie the knotted hair, so she had to chop off a strand of silver hair with the dragon bone sword, and it fell beside Ying Wuchou's black hair.

He stretched out his hand and put on the clothes transformed into Jiaolin.

As if to match Cen Shuangluo's mood at the moment, the dress was bright red, and the silver hair fell on the red dress, creating a shocking beauty in contrast.

The sunlight fell on the red dress through the bamboo leaves, and the place where the light hit was faintly shining with scales, making the dress appear gorgeous and precious.

Cen Shuangluo tied up her hair, and neatly tied a simple bun on her head, so that the scattered silver hair would not be disturbed by the wind.

As an adult, it was the first time for Cen Shuangluo to see the color of her own hair.

This reminded him of one thing.

He vaguely remembered that the night his leg was broken, he had a high fever and saw his hair turn silver, and someone who accidentally entered the temple called a monster at him.

At that time, Cen Shuangluo was very scared and felt that he was a different kind.

He left the town in a daze, and when he woke up, his injury had healed and his hair had returned to black.

At that time, Cen Shuangluo thought that this silver hair was an illusion he saw when he had a fever, but now when he saw this long hair as an adult, he finally realized that it was not an illusion, but that he refused to accept silver hair and subconsciously avoided his original hair color. Camouflaged black hair.

Since he has always rejected his race, his true hair color has been kept hidden.

Cen Shuangluo didn't truly accept her identity until ten years after Jianzhong failed to transform into a human form and maintained her appearance as a dragon.

When transformed into a human form, it also naturally shows the real hair color.

A somewhat worn white dress was scattered on the rattan couch, which was bought by Cen Shuang for Ying Wuchou when he was in the small town.

At that time, he was deceitful and perfunctory to Ying Wuchou, and he didn't intend to spend too much money on Ying Wuchou, so he just bought a simple white dress of extremely poor material and poor workmanship.

Wearing such clothes on the body of the cultivator not only has no protective effect, but the cultivator has to use extra power to protect the coat, otherwise, just flying, the raised wind can tear the clothes made of ordinary cloth, and the clothes will not appear. The embarrassing situation of covering the body.

This piece of clothing was well protected by Ying Wushou, who took care of it every day with a dedusting technique, and protected it from being destroyed by the strong wind.

Even so, it was yellowed and old, and the corners of the clothes were ripped apart.

Cen Shuangluo picked up the dress and noticed that there were traces of stitching under the armpits. The image of Ying Wuchou picking up embroidery needles to mend the clothes involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he smiled involuntarily.

Ying Wuchou is a simple person, he doesn't pay much attention to foreign objects, if you give him a commoner clothes, he will dress comfortably, and if you give him a thatched hut, he will live comfortably.

Even on the sword mound, it is so comfortable.

As if nothing in the world could make him look embarrassed, a true gentleman should be like this.

Cen Shuangluo was the only one who had seen Ying Wushou's impatient and clear eyes being corrupted by human desire.

Cen Shuangluo looked at Ying Wushou, seeing the scars on his body that seemed to have been whipped, he couldn't help turning his eyes away.

Ying Wuchou is a human race after all, and her physical strength is far inferior to that of Cen Shuangluo, who is a dragon-like race.

After three days, Cen Shuangluo left no scars except for a small skin wound left by pulling out the scales.

On the contrary, Ying Wuchou looked quite embarrassed.

Less than a month had passed since the injury of his broken leg, and the [-] days stipulated by Ying Wushou had not yet healed.

And when Cen Shuangluo had difficulty controlling his emotions, part of his body turned into its original shape unconsciously, tightly bound Ying Wushou, and wrung many strangulation marks on his body.

It was obvious that Cen Shuangluo was the one who suffered the true energy, but Ying Wushou seemed to be devastated afterward, except for her overly red lips, the rest were withered like leaves that had been blown by rain and wind.

Cen Shuangluo took out a white dress embroidered with silk and satin from the pocket in his sleeve, and covered Ying Wuchou.

This dress was custom-made before he met Ying Wushou.

Cen Shuangluo not only prepared the clothes of the seven disciples, but also one of Ying Wushou's clothes, so that he could pretend to be Ying Wushou and kill those disciples in the future.

Now, he no longer wants to pretend to be Ying Wushou, this dress is useless, so let Ying Wushou use it as a quilt.

This dress is naturally not a cassock, and it is not considered the best dress among common people, but it is still the best dress Cen Shuangluo can bring out so far.

When he ordered this dress, the tailor felt that the pure white clothes seemed unlucky, so he insisted on embroidering some patterns on the clothes.

Cen Shuangluo asked him to embroider a dragon, but the tailor didn't dare to embroider a golden dragon, so he took silver thread and embroidered a one-horned silver flood dragon with four-toed claws, which looked unremarkable at all, but now it suits Cen Shuangluo very well.

Covering Ying Wuchou's clothes with her own hands, and seeing that Ying Wuchou was still practicing meditation, Cen Shuangluo decided to go to Zang Jingu.

Naturally, Ying Wuchou didn't lose her strength and fell asleep, but the two of them naturally used the double cultivation method when they were forcing the poison.

Everything was not intentional, and Ying Wushou did not deliberately guide it.It's just that the scale armor obtained by Cen Shuangluo was attracted by Ying Wushou, and when he forced the poison, he naturally channeled his true energy into Ying Wushou's body.

And Ying Wuchou also naturally practiced with the scale that was pulled from Cen Shuangluo's body, and gained the sense of hearing.

It is precisely because of this that Ying Wuchou entered into a state of concentration, completely absorbing the other half of the scale armor's power.

Cen Shuangluo finally got a chance to rest.

Even though he is physically strong, he will not be injured, but after all, he has just grown up, he is a little immature, and he still needs to be restrained.

Cen Shuangluo was embarrassed to think about the past few days, so he left the concealment formation.

This is where he was born.

A few small snakes in the bamboo forest swam past his feet, touching his ankles from time to time, looking very happy.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, you will see a sea of ​​flowers.

Cen Shuangluo liked these colorful things since he was a child, and was very happy to see these flowers.

He chose a few of the largest and most beautiful flowers, matched the colors, tied them into a bouquet with rattan, returned to the concealment formation, and placed the bouquet beside Ying Wushou's pillow.

It's something he's always wanted to do.

Cen Shuangluo looked at Ying Wuchou's sleeping face, wondering whether he should stay here or not.

From Ying Wushou's point of view, he met a Teng Jiao that he had never seen before, and helped Teng Jiao heal the medicine, but unexpectedly ended up like this.

When Ying Wuchou wakes up, he will find that he has withdrawn the power of the auditory scale armor, and thus deduces that the "Xuanyuan Ze" who has been with him all this time is this Tengjiao in disguise.

That is to say, a dragon with ulterior motives took advantage of Ying Wushou's kindness to deceive him into his precious scale armor; Ying Wuchou protected her and obtained the Dragon Bone Sword; now she uses the weakness of traditional Chinese medicine to deceive Ying Wuchou's body.

Just by imagining, Cen Shuangluo felt that what he had done was too much.

He really couldn't face Ying Wushou, but he couldn't bear to leave.

Cen Shuangluo looked at the strand of silver hair wrapped around the black hair, and couldn't help but reach out and tie them into a beautiful knot.

Why don't you wait for a while, wait for Ying Wuchou to wake up, see his attitude before deciding whether to leave or not.Cen Shuangluo waited with a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, he was suddenly startled. He had a feeling that if he continued to stay in Zangjin Valley, he might be killed.

He listened carefully, and heard a conversation about a hundred miles away, and he actually knew the two people who were talking.

One was Yao Wuxin, who was panting and said, "Third senior brother, wait a little longer, I will go with you to Zangjin Valley, so I can be a helper and help you destroy that dragon."

The other person didn't reply, just snorted coldly, it should be Luo Qingyu.

Judging from the distance and speed of the two of them, it will take a short while to reach the Tibetan valley.

It was Cen Shuangluo's miraculous premonition that was warning him just now.

Cen Shuangluo was willing to stay and confess everything to Ying Wuchou, even if Ying Wuchou hated him for cheating and punished him on the spot, Cen Shuangluo was willing.

But he didn't have the slightest affection for Wuchou's disciples.

Anyone who always dreams of a few people hurting him and killing him again and again, can't have a good impression of these people.

He lied to Ying Wushou, and was willing to bear Ying Wushou's anger, but he didn't want to die at the hands of his disciples.

If only Yao Wuxin or Luo Qingyu were alone, Cen Shuangluo would not be afraid, but the combination of these two, one is invincible, and the other poisons invisible, he is really hard to resist.

Cen Shuangluo gritted her teeth, took a deep look at Ying Wuchou, and could only transform into a bird, and flew out from the gap in the formation that Ying Wuchou had opened before.

Cen Shuangluo was deeply annoyed. If he was stronger, with the strength of the realm and even the Mahayana stage, would he be able to stay here without fear as a disciple of Wushou, waiting for him to wake up?

If he had been stronger, he would not have been plotted by Yao Wuxin from the very beginning, and Chinese medicine could not alleviate it, so that Ying Wuchou was forced to work with him to resolve the nature of the medicine.

He couldn't go on comfortably like this anymore, he had to become stronger, so strong that he could ignore those annoying disciples.

But for the dragon-like family, the early stage of cultivation is very easy. The birth is the Nascent Soul stage, and the adulthood can reach the distraction stage, and it can go further, which often takes a long time.

They don't need to practice. The Tengjiao family, who are born with spiritual creatures, are uniquely blessed. They can increase their skills even if they lie there and sleep. When they reach a certain level, they will naturally think of inheriting the mind, and the cultivation is very easy.

But it often takes thousands or even ten thousand years, and Cen Shuangluo can't afford to wait.

Inheritance memory told him that if Tengjiao wanted to be promoted to the realm void stage, he needed to meet some extremely difficult conditions.

A jiao is a jiao after all, limited by his blood, his cultivation speed is extremely slow, and it is difficult to be promoted to Mahayana in his life.

If you want to break through the time limit and quickly improve your strength, you must first break through the blood limit and work harder to transform the dragon.

And to achieve this condition, one must go to Wuwanghai.

When a dragon enters the sea, if it does not conquer a piece of sea, it is not worthy of being called a dragon.

Cen Shuangluo's purpose was firm, and he flew to Wuwanghai.

As soon as he left, Luo Qingyu and Yao Wuxin rushed to Cangjin Valley.

Zangjin Valley was covered by formations, and they quickly discovered the gap left by Ying Wushou, and entered Zangjin Valley from there.

They searched around the valley, but they couldn't find Ying Wushou's whereabouts.

Yao Wuxin said: "Would you not go back to Tibet Jingu?"

Luo Qingyu walked into the flowers, pointed to half of the flower stem and said: "The flower stem just broke. Someone picked flowers here a quarter of an hour ago."

Yao Wuxin stepped forward to take a closer look, nodded and said: "Indeed, it was broken by humans, not by accident. Did this person take Master away?"

Luo Qingyu thought for a while, pointed to the bamboo forest and said, "I remember, there is a hidden formation somewhere."

"Hidden formation?" Yao Wuxin was full of doubts, "I have been hiding in Jingu for many years, why didn't I know there is a formation here?"

"I only found out about this after reliving the first life," Luo Qingyu recalled. "The magic dragon entered the valley and hurt the sleeping master. The brothers all thought that the magic dragon broke in through the formation that hid this valley. Only My senior brother and I felt that the formation laid down by Master is so powerful that no one can crack it. Senior brother searched in the valley and finally found the hidden formation, and we knew that the magic dragon had been hiding in the valley."

"It turns out that senior brother discovered it. We are not as far away as senior senior brother. Do you still remember the location of the hidden formation?" Yao Wuxin asked.

"Let me think about it," Luo Qingyu held his head in thought for a moment, then pointed to the bamboo forest, "in the bamboo forest."

Yao Wuxin asked suspiciously: "Resurrecting the first life, you have already experienced it once? Since you have experienced it, you must remember it very clearly. Why does the third senior brother still think so hard?"

Luo Qingyu frowned, and also thought for a while before saying: "It seems that he was seriously injured in his previous life before he died, and he can't remember many things, so he needs to think hard to think about it."

"So that's how it is." Yao Wuxin said, "Brother, after you save Master, can you think about what happened in your previous life and tell me? I also want to save Master."

"I will try my best." Luo Qingyu said.

The two came to the hidden formation in the bamboo forest. Originally, this formation was difficult to find, but Luo Qingyu remembered the exact location. After searching carefully, he quickly found some incongruous parts, and thus realized the existence of the formation. .

"There is indeed a formation in front of us, but we can't get in." Yao Wuxin took off the little finger of his left hand and put it on the ground, the little finger turned into a row of worms.

This row of worms cleverly avoided walking in a certain area, proving that there were indeed things invisible to the naked eye.

"I'll try." Luo Qingyu took out the Xuanying Sword, slashed at the formation, and slashed down.

The terrifying sword energy frightened the surrounding snakes, insects, rats and ants to flee in all directions, but when they cut on the formation barrier, it was as if they were cutting on cotton, and they couldn't exert any strength.

All the sword energy was dissolved by the formation, and even the Xuanying Sword disappeared when it entered the formation.

"Brother, your sword..." Yao Wuxin's face was full of shock, this is Luo Qingyu's natal sword, the kind of sword that cuts people when they are there, and it disappears as soon as it disappears!

"Don't panic, my sword is still there, it's just out of control, I can't find its position." Luo Qingyu said.

This feeling is very strange. His spiritual sense and intuition are telling him that the Xuanying Sword is right in front of him, but he can't see or touch it, and has lost its trace.

"This is at least a formation that can only be set up by a Mahayana practitioner. No wonder among our brothers, only the senior brother can discover the location of the formation." Yao Wuxin said, "But the magic dragon has the strength of the Mahayana stage, only you and me I'm afraid I won't be able to save Master. Do you want to ask Senior Brother for help?"

"No, no." Luo Qingyu's stone face showed a puzzled expression, "I clearly remember that the magic dragon in the previous life was not very strong, but just took advantage of Master's weakness to invade the Tibetan Valley. The most difficult thing for the magic dragon to deal with is There are many changes, and it is difficult to determine the whereabouts. But once the real dragon is found, his strength is not particularly strong, and I should have severely injured him."

"If you can severely injure him, it proves that the magic dragon is only in the void at most, how could it leave behind such a powerful formation?" Yao Wuxin questioned, "Brother, is there something wrong with your previous life memory?"

"Let me think about it." Luo Qingyu rarely showed a thoughtful expression.

At this time, a voice came: "Don't think about it."

The two were taken aback for a moment, this was Ying Wushou's voice!

Ying Wuchou's samadhi had come to an end, when Luo Qingyu slashed at the concealment formation with his sword, he woke up.

If he didn't wake up, the Xuanying Sword would disappear without entering the formation. At least Luo Qingyu would have a chance to take back the natal sword before the hidden formation swallowed the Xuanying Sword.

Ying Wuchou was awakened by the Xuanying Sword, and her temper was not very good.

He tapped the Xuanying sword lightly, and the sword was trapped in the formation, and it no longer made the sound of "Cen Cen", which made Ying Wu worry about headaches.

After waking up, Ying Wuchou's first reaction was to look for Cen Shuangluo's whereabouts.

These three days, after all, he went too far.

Cen Shuangluo has just grown up, and only has the strength of the distraction stage. He has always been a simple and cute little dragon, and he has never seen such a battle.

Ying Wuchou recalled what she saw, a pair of silver almond eyes, a young and clean face, a straight nose, and a resolute expression. He was really a young man with excellent physical appearance and spirit.

In the past, Ying Wuchou was only attracted by the scales, but now seeing Cen Shuangluo, she actually likes her eyes, nose, and skin, and she likes every part of her body!

He actually felt that Cen Shuangluo in human form was so handsome, he couldn't tell whether he liked the human form or dragon body better, skin or scales.

Even when he was in samadhi, those almond eyes with tears in the corners always appeared in Ying Wuchou's mind. He hoped that when he opened his eyes, these eyes would be the first thing he saw!

Who would have thought that after waking up, there would be no one around, only a new dress covering the body, a beautiful bouquet of flowers beside the pillow, and a strand of silver hair entangled in the hair, two different hair colors were tied together A nice knot.

There was no trace of Cen Shuangluo in the entire concealment formation.

Ying Wuchou, who had recovered her sense of hearing, could hear the voices in the entire valley without leaving the formation, and sure enough, there was no Cen Shuangluo.

When he woke up, he had lost his little prickly dragon!

Why did Cen Shuangluo leave?They have already shown their true faces in front of him, and they are honest with each other, what else can't be said?

Even if you blame him for overdoing it, you should be able to think that it is the nature of the medicine that caused the trouble, not that he was not careful enough!

Ying Wuchou was burning with anxiety, wishing to fly out of the valley immediately, looking for Cen Shuangluo's whereabouts all over the world.

At this moment, he heard two unsatisfied apprentices outside the formation chatting about the topic of "previous life" and "magic dragon". A disciple is controlled by an external system.

Yao Wuxin's mind was eaten away by bugs, and the Wordless Book has never had a chance to tell him about the "magic dragon" all these years. The only one who can mention the magic dragon is Luo Qingyu.

In other words, Luo Qingyu also has a system.

And Cen Shuangluo is protected by the luck of the world, so he can have a strong sense of crisis to the external system.Now that a system has come, Cen Shuangluo will leave.

In a moment, Ying Wushou figured out what happened in his timed setting.

Looking at the bouquet of flowers around her, the clothes on her body, and her hair tied into a knot, she wanted to know what Cen Shuangluo wanted.

He should have seen those almond eyes full of shyness and affection as soon as he woke up, instead of being so desolately alone.

It was all the fault of the host of the foreign system, which forced him to separate from Xinshangjiao.

At this moment, Ying Wuchou really realized one thing, as long as there is an external system, it is impossible for him to be with Cen Shuangluo.

These systems hinder him all the time, preventing two generations of lucky people from meeting and causing uncontrollable variables.

"Okay, okay." Ying Wushou laughed back angrily, already condemning the foreign system to death in her heart.

As for the stupid disciples bewitched by the system...

Ying Wuchou took a deep breath, the disciple is not filial, it is the fault of the teacher.It was he, the master, who was not strict in discipline, that made the apprentices be confused by the system.He must discipline his disciples more strictly, lest they become weak-minded and be taken over by foreign evils.

After making up her mind, Ying Wuchou put on her clothes, opened the concealment formation, and sat on the rattan couch.

Stepping on the Xuanying Sword, he said to the two disciples outside: "Come in."

Luo Qingyu and Yao Wuxin only felt that the scene in front of them changed, and a huge space appeared out of thin air in the original bamboo forest. There was a rattan couch in the space, and their master Ying Wuchou was sitting on the rattan couch.

I saw that Ying Wuchou was wearing a completely different dress from the Qingtian Sword Sect, her long hair was scattered in a mess, and there were many red marks on her neck, hidden under the skirt of her clothes.

Master respects him, even the back of his hands and exposed ankles are covered with scars, it is hard to imagine how he has been treated during these three days.

It's inhumane, it's really inhumane!

Yao Wuxin knew that she had made a big mistake, she knelt down on her knees with a "plop", her hands were pressed to the ground, and her head was bowed deeply.

He didn't try to defend himself, but said: "My apprentice has done something wrong, please master punish me. Even if Master kills apprentice to refine medicine, he will never complain at all."

Seeing Yao Wuxin, Ying Wushou's anger subsided quite a bit.

Although Yao Wuxin did something wrong, he, as a master, has benefited... No, Yao Wuxin has not been controlled by the system after all, he is a good boy who sticks to his heart, and it seems that it is not appropriate to punish him too severely.

Ying Wuchou didn't even look at Luo Qingyu, and said to Yao Wuxin: "What mistakes did you make, let me tell you one by one."

So Yao Wuxin explained his thoughts on drugging Xuanyuanze and Luo Qingyu, and also described the "rebirth" that Luo Qingyu said after leaving the sword mound.

Then he said: "Master, if this disciple harms his fellow disciples and hurts Master, he deserves death. Master, please don't be merciful and soft-handed. You must severely punish this disciple."

Ying Wuchou didn't respond to him, but looked at Luo Qingyu.

It's true that each system has different tricks. The supporting role turning system, the grandfather system, and the wordless scriptures, when it came to Luo Qingyu's place, they turned into rebirth.

What kind of story has this system experienced in Luo Qingyu's body, so that it can present the illusion of rebirth?

Ying Wuchou thought for a while and said: "Qingyu, tell me the story of your rebirth. No matter how much you remember about the previous life, tell it truthfully."

Looking at Ying Wushou's appearance, Luo Qingyu felt that the most respected sword in his heart had been broken.

He said painfully: "Yes, Master. My disciple suddenly remembered the memory of his previous life 18 years ago. The memory was intermittent and not coherent, but he is convinced that it did happen."

18 years... Ying Wushou narrowed her eyes slightly, and it was indeed the year when Cen Shuang came out of her shell again.