Can Shizun attack once?

"What is this?" Cen Shuangluo looked at the jade slip in puzzlement.

This is different from the jade slips he is familiar with that record various exercises. It feels as if...has a certain autonomy, and looks like a divine sword that has awakened the sword spirit.

Objects such as Xuanyuan Sword and Jade Slips are not living beings because they do not enter the six realms of reincarnation; but they have a little bit of their own thinking, and even have a higher IQ than ordinary flowers, plants, trees, birds, beasts, insects and fish, and it cannot be said that they are not living beings.

They are halfway between living and non-living, soulless but alive.

Cen Shuangluo could understand the words on the jade slip, but it seemed that she couldn't convert these words into a complete understanding.

In his opinion, Ying Wuchou had never done anything wrong, so why was Wu Wanghai punished?And what is the meaning of the unfinished words on the jade slip?What is getting old?

The ever-changing Ying Wushou?Those who have changed their names and surnames should have no worries?Turn praise into derogation?

Cen Shuangluo racked her brains to search for suitable words in her own thesaurus.

At this time, Ying Wuchou had already applied a triple formation on the outside of the jade slip, suppressing the jade slip to death.

Although he treated the jade slips harshly in the past, he had never sealed the jade slips with formations, and had always treated the jade slips as free-range.Now that the blockade has been strengthened, it is an exposure of nature, and I no longer want to hide myself.

"You better not know." Ying Wuchou put away the jade slips and said to Cen Shuangluo.

Cen Shuangluo said worriedly, "I'm worried about Wu Wanghai's punishment."

"It's no big deal." Ying Wushou said casually with a reckless attitude, "This is my thing, if it comes back to me, it will make a lot of waves."

"It's you," Ying Wuchou looked at Cen Shuangluo's face, neck, hands, wrists and other places that were not blocked by the cassock, and said displeasedly, "Why are you putting on your clothes so quickly?"

Cen Shuangluo: "...isn't this a normal thing after transforming into a human form?"

"Really?" Ying Wuchou tilted her head.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and his inner clothes turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

This white underclothes was worn by Ying Wushou when she was sleeping, and it was also made of silk from the sky. Although it was not as magical as the dragon-scale belt, it still had the effect of being invincible and spotless for thousands of years, and it was extremely silky. It's super comfortable and just right for sleeping.

Ying Wuchou wore two layers of clothes, the outside was given by Cen Shuangluo, the skirt was larger, and the chest was completely covered by the folded white underclothes, now the underclothes were shattered, Cen Shuangluo just took a look and blushed Look away in a heartbeat.

"Sure enough, it's still so comfortable." Ying Wuchou stretched his arms, showing a satisfied expression, "In order to maintain the immortal posture, I wear too many layers of clothes, and many martial arts have to wear four or five layers, wearing layers of clothes. As a result, the belt must be tied inside and outside, and it is tied into a knot that is inconvenient to untie. Isn’t it tiring to wear it like this? Don’t you feel restrained? They still tightly tie their hair crowns and strangle their scalps tightly. No wonder the hair Not as thick as mine."

While speaking, Ying Wuchou brushed her long hair casually, letting it float gently in the water.

Cen Shuangluo: "..."

He carefully made the dragon scale belt change into two layers of clothes, making the clothes on his body as many as five layers. He also found a hair crown made of scales, and tied up his hair neatly. The hair will shake with the water.

Cen Shuangluo always felt that Ying Wushou was too wild now, and he had to behave himself to feel at ease.

Ying Wuchou glanced at Cen Shuangluo, snorted, and said in a low voice, "You're wearing so many clothes, are you planning to let me enjoy the joy of taking off each piece next time? That's fine, it feels good too."

Cen Shuangluo didn't add clothes instantly, nor did she reduce clothes.

Ying Wushou approached Cen Shuangluo, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and rubbed his fingertips on the coat, as if stroking the scales of a good snake: "Do you think wearing clothes can stop me? You are so naive I know that your cassock is made from the skin you took off last time. I still remember the appearance of your upper body. I saw it once in the zombie village. This skin alone is enough for me to taste it for a long time !"

Such shameless words, but Ying Wushou said it very frankly, with her palms on the clothes, feeling the texture of the material back and forth, her eyes staring at Cen Shuangluo's face like hooks, as if she was trying to discern where the skin was once located. parts.

Cen Shuangluo: "..."

Ying Wushou's words contained too much information, he simply didn't know which sentence to pay attention to, and felt that every sentence could impact his soul and his belief.

He finally grabbed the information he cared about the most, and asked tremblingly, "Did you know it was me when you were in the living corpse village? Have you seen my real body?"

Ying Wushou pulled up Cen Shuangluo's sleeve and kissed it lightly, her voice was hoarse and full of temptation: "That's natural."

"Weren't you blind at the time? I'm sure you couldn't see. And you were covered with a cloth." Cen Shuangluo said in shock.

Ying Wushou smiled and said: "You also know my mind, and you have also absorbed the auditory scales. Don't you know that everything in the world can be my eyes and ears? That blindfold, do you really think it can't see? "

Cen Shuangluo recalled all kinds of thoughts he had about Ying Wuchou when they first met, his body swayed involuntarily, and with his scorpion body, he almost couldn't hold back the surging qi in his body, and almost fainted.

Fortunately, Tengjiao's physique is strong, and after three days and three nights with Ying Wuchou, Cen Shuang was refreshed and unscathed, and was able to support himself at this time without fainting.

But after hearing what Ying Wushou said later, Cen Shuangluo wished that her physique wasn't that good, and it would be great if she just fainted right now.

Ying Wushou said: "At that time, I only touched the tip of your tail, and the rest of the body hadn't touched it yet. When I saw your original shape later, it was after adult scales changed. I lost those childhood scales forever, and I have always regretted it. Now I finally see you again."

Cen Shuangluo: "..."

He watched Ying Wushou measure the cassock carefully, and then stared at the hair crown on his head.

This hair crown was also made by Ying Wushou thousands of years ago. On the Jianzhong Mountain, all the scales that Cen Shuangluo gave to Ying Wushou were destroyed under Zhanling, only a few pieces were refined by Ying Wushou and returned to her. Cen Shuangluo kept it.

After Ying Wuchou looked at the hair crown carefully, she said dissatisfiedly: "There is still a hairpin missing on the head, the pendant on the waist, the gems inlaid on the belt, the rings on the fingers, the ears... You may not like to wear hair. For pierced ears, it’s better to wear a necklace.”

Ying Wuchou had very little on, even her shoes and socks disappeared, but she had to prepare a lot of clothes for Cen Shuangluo.

"Materials that are too bad can't be used, but good jade in the cultivation world is hard to find, and it will take some time. But the material of the fourth brother is good, and it happens to be at hand, so it can be refined." Ying Wushou said to himself.

Cen Shuangluo watched Ying Wushou take out a coral bonsai from the universe in his sleeve. With Cen Shuangluo's eyesight, he could see that this was Ying Wushou's fourth disciple Langgan, but he was not in a good condition and was in a coma. .

Ying Wuchou got out an extremely sharp knife out of nowhere, sharpened it twice, pointed it at Langgan, and was thinking about where is more suitable to cut the knife.

Cen Shuangluo: "!!!"

He immediately grabbed Ying Wuchou's hand, stopped the poor Langgan and asked, "Mr. Ying, what are you doing?"

"Cut him up and refine a few hairpins and jade pendants. Don't you think his color looks good?" Ying Wuchou said, "In addition, some high-quality metal inlays are needed, ordinary gold is too vulgar Yes. Xuanyuan Sword is not bad, the ancient magic weapon is made of ancient innate spirit treasures. When Luo Qingyu gives birth to Xuanyuan Sword, I will get it to make a chain for you."

"No, no, no!" Cen Shuangluo hurriedly stopped Ying Wushou, "Mr. Ying, I'm not very interested in these ornaments, there's absolutely no need to disable your disciple because of it!"

Cen Shuangluo's original intention was obviously to provoke the relationship between Ying Wushou and his disciples, and prevent the "future" shown in the dream from happening.

Now when Ying Wuchou really wanted to kill each other with his disciples, Cen Shuangluo wanted to run out to stop her.

"This is your disciple," Cen Shuangluo held Ying Wushou's hand, tightly gripping the handle of the knife, and dissuaded, "The disciples you have spent hundreds of years teaching!"

Ying Wuchou's eyes were full of innocence, he nodded and said, "Of course I know, after raising it for hundreds of years, isn't it just useful now?"

"It's useless! I don't need it!" Cen Shuangluo said firmly.

"So, it turns out that you don't like him," Ying Wushou glanced at Langgan's original body, and said disappointedly, "My disciples are usually the most troublesome, causing me to worry day and night. Now I There are still some uses, if you don’t like it, it’s even more worthless.”

He put away the dagger and let out a long sigh: "Raising an apprentice for a thousand days, I thought I could use it for a while, but I didn't expect not even for a while."

"Apprentice, that's not how it works." Cen Shuangluo finally believed in Yu Jian's words, and Ying Wuchou was definitely punished by Wu Wanghai.

He knows Ying Wushou, loves his disciples, distinguishes rewards and punishments, is kind and upright, how, how did he become like this?It seems that it is indeed Wu Wanghai who caused Ying Wuchou to become like this.

Cen Shuangluo didn't quite believe that this was Ying Wushou's nature, he thought it was Wu Wanghai's influence that made Mr. Ying go out of order.

But if you believe that this abnormality comes from Wuwanghai, it proves that Ying Wushou has indeed violated the rules and committed deception.

This contradicted Cen Shuangluo's cognition again, which made him very confused.

Cen Shuangluo was still sorting out her thoughts, but Ying Wushou asked back: "If you don't use it this way, how should you use it?"

Cen Shuangluo persuaded: "The apprentice should not be used. I have confiscated apprentices, and I don't know how to persuade you. But why do you have to use Langgan as jewelry?"

Ying Wuchou looked at him and said: "I want to give you some treasures, if you like it, accept it, and you will be mine."

Even Ying Wushou, who revealed an upgraded version under Wu Wanghai's punishment, still abides by the rules.

Cen Shuangluo felt that there must be something wrong with him, and when he heard Ying Wushou's words, he didn't feel frightened and horrified, but felt sweet in his heart.

Since Ying Wuchou is not normal at this time, can he stop hiding himself?

Cen Shuangluo carefully rested her head on Ying Wuchou's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to give me anything."

"Huh?" Ying Wushou narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone was rather displeased, "That's not okay, if you don't accept my items, how can they belong to me? I remembered, you seem to want the Dragon Blood Stone, then That's easy."

Mentioning the Dragon Blood Stone, Ying Wuchou smiled contentedly, showing a look of "it's safe now".

He stretched out his hand, pinched Cen Shuangluo's chin, and said domineeringly: "Since you want the dragon blood stone, you must obey me obediently. If I let you show your scales, you must show them; I want you to cling to me." body, you can’t let go. If you don’t agree, I, I will still give you the dragon blood stone.”

Cen Shuangluo: "..."

Is this a threat?But why did the content of the threat win his heart so much, and at the end of the sentence, the meaning of the threat was gone, how could he disagree or give the dragon blood stone?

"Huh? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, be obedient." Ying Wushou snorted coldly, "Hold my hand and interlock your fingers."

Cen Shuangluo stretched out her hand with the feeling of "There is still such a good thing" in her heart, intertwining her fingers with Ying Wuchou, they are inseparable.

If this is a dream, let him do it for a while.

It's just that he was still very concerned about the fact that the living corpse village showed its original shape, so Cen Shuangluo asked: "You saw me turned into a dragon in the living corpse village, so you knew that I was not Ning Chengying, but you were raised in Tibet. Is it a dragon egg in the valley?"

"Of course not," Ying Wuchou said, "I knew you were not Ning Chengying the first time we met."

Cen Shuangluo just felt dizzy. It turned out that he had never lied to Ying Wushou before. He tried his best to pretend to be his disciple like a clown, but Ying Wushou saw it right through.

If there is a seam in the bottom of the sea, Cen Shuangluo will immediately turn into a small dragon and get in, and wake up after sleeping for hundreds of years, so as to relieve the embarrassment and helplessness in his heart at this moment.

At this time, Ying Wuchou said again: "Ning Chengying was born so ordinary, how can you look better than you, you make my eyes shine, how could it be Ning Chengying."

After hearing Ying Wushou's words, Cen Shuangluo felt that he could still be rescued, and resisted the urge to disappear in place and asked, "Mr. Ying, you didn't recognize me by magic, but by feeling?"

"Your mimicry is rare in the world, and no one in the world can see the flaws of mimicry." Ying Wuchou said, "The only fault is that my disciples are too ugly and ordinary. Their appearance can't conceal the brilliance of your scales. You don't care Where you are, who you become, I just need to take a look, and I know it's you."

Cen Shuang was so heartbroken that she couldn't bear to hide again.

"Mr. Ying, I'm sorry," Cen Shuangluo said apologetically, "I know that you are not in the right state at the moment, and your mind is affected by Wuwanghai, but I still want to hear you talk about me."

"Want to hear it?" Ying Wushou looked at him with danger in his eyes, "Then I have to exchange something."

"Tell me." Cen Shuangluo thought to himself, what else could he not give to Ying Wuchou?

Ying Wuchou said: "Cover your hands with scales, so that I can hold hands with you and touch the scales I'm thinking about."

This was not difficult for Cen Shuangluo, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong with Ying Wuchou.

Why should Ying Wuchou never leave the word "scale" in his three sentences?

Ying Wuchou pressed Cen Shuangluo's scales with her palm, her eyes were full of satisfaction, and she sighed comfortably: "As expected, the twisted scales are not slippery, these are the silkiest scales in the world."

Unaware of Cen Shuangluo's complicated mood, Ying Wuchou continued, "Since you have met my requirements, I will naturally tell you something."

What can I say?Ying Wuchou thought for a while, patted her injured leg and said, "I've been looking for you, and I'm very worried that I won't see you."

Faced with such blunt words, Cen Shuangluo only felt his heart beating, and he didn't care about the scales for the time being.

Unexpectedly, Ying Wuchou continued: "When I was afraid to see you, my injured leg has already healed. What excuse will I have for you to help me then?"

Cen Shuangluo: "..."

He listened to Ying Wushou's words in a daze, his mood fluctuated up and down, he felt that something was broken, and he felt that his heart was more sprouting.

The two swam all the way to the bright spot, and several glowing sea beasts swam past them. Ying Wuchou's sight was attracted by a scaly sea beast.

He stared at the sea beast for a long time, and finally said: "Vulgar powder."

Cen Shuangluo: "Why did Mr. Ying pay so much attention to this fish just now?"

Relating to Ying Wushou's previous words, a strange idea rose in his heart, and he felt that it was too unbelievable, and his heart was full of doubts.

Ying Wuchou said: "Naturally look at its scales."

His words confirmed the guess in Cen Shuangluo's heart. He covered his heart and asked, "Mr. Ying, do you like scales so much?"

Ying Wuchou nodded: "I like the scales of the world, but recently I feel that the scales other than yours are ugly. Don't worry, as long as you let me touch the scales in the future, I won't touch other scales. scales. But if you don't give me..."

"What will happen if I don't give it to you?" Cen Shuangluo couldn't tell whether he felt sour or bitter.

Ying Wushou pondered for a moment and said: "If you don't give it to me, I, I... I probably can't touch those scales. They are not good-looking, not slippery, and not cute enough. For thousands of years, I have searched all over the place. Of all the scales in the world, only yours is unique and unique. If you don’t let me touch it, then I can only find ways to coerce you or lock you in Hidden Valley forcibly, forcing you to agree.”

Fortunately, it's not to find other scales, Cen Shuangluo is slightly relieved.

He imagined what Ying Wushou said, and suddenly felt his heart flutter, and for a moment he didn't know whether to obediently let Ying Wushou fulfill his wish, or to refuse, so that Ying Wushou could realize what he said.

Cen Shuangluo was not entangled because Ying Wuchou liked his scales, on the contrary, he understood Ying Wuchou's preferences.

In Tengjiao's heart, healthy, hard, and beautiful scales are the same as the handsome appearance of the human race.

Cen Shuangluo often looked at Ying Wushou's face in a daze, wanting to swallow him into his belly and hide him, presumably Ying Wushou felt the same way when he looked at his scales.

Unexpectedly, he and Ying Wushou were so connected.