Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

The little monk Fuchen calculated the hexagrams for a day, earned more than ten pieces of Lingshi, and closed the stall contentedly.

A broken thatched hat hangs on the wall of the street, and a Zen stick with peeling paint is slanted.

Fuchen patted the dust off the hat, wiped the body of the Zen stick, then put on the hat, held the Zen stick, and walked leisurely along the long street, gradually mingling with the pedestrians coming and going.

After walking for a long time, he stopped at a teahouse, entered it, and ordered a cup of tea.

A stage was set up in the center of the teahouse, and actors painted with thick colored ink sang tactfully on the stage, interpreting a tragic story.

Fu Chen didn't like these things, and he rarely touched them, but he watched the whole play very patiently without blinking his eyes.After the actors left the stage, he also drank a whole pot of tea, then silently left the table and went backstage.

Outsiders are generally not allowed to enter the backstage, but when Fuchen stepped into it slowly, the troupe didn't seem to see him, and didn't even give him a look.

Someone is dressing up, someone is practicing with orchid fingers, and someone is chopping with a big knife that has not been sharpened...

Fuchen walked to the corner and stopped beside a woman.

That woman was the Huadan on the stage just now, with a slender figure, curly black hair, white hands and charming eyes. At this time, she was removing the temple curtains from her head little by little, and washing off the heavy makeup on her face.

"How is it? Have you met anyone?" Probably because of the whole day's singing, when the woman spoke, her tone was a bit graceful and dramatic, "I have worked hard to raise that child for seven years, and that child unexpectedly Became a student of Yuxin Academy."

"Alas..." The woman sighed in a low voice.

"I see." Fu Chen replied, "I even helped him tell his fate, a very interesting fate."

"What fate?"

Fuchen thought for a while, and replied calmly, "Feng Ming..."

A look of surprise flashed across the woman's eyebrows.

"His fate is very strange. I actually saw two lines, and the two lines extend in the direction of darkness. In other words, his fate has been changed long ago, and the way forward is unknown." Fu Chen chuckled, "However, maybe the poor monk misunderstood it."

"Monk Slaughter, your divination skills are not much worse than the abbot of Mahayana Buddhism. Since you said so, you can't be wrong." The woman wiped off the smear on her lips and raised her head.

In a few words, she had already wiped off all the makeup on her face, revealing her beautiful eyebrows, which looked like she was only in her twenties.

"And if you are wrong, no one else can be right."

"Miss Xiu." Fuchen clasped his hands together: "The poor monk's Buddha name is Fuchen, and the killing monk is just a name randomly added to the poor monk by the world. It can't be taken as the real name."

His face is white, his lips are red, and his teeth are neat. He looks like a young man who doesn't know much about the world. However, the title of "killing monk" is well known all over the world.

When the world mentions this title, they will only think of one person in horror—the Suzerain of Yayue Zen Sect.

Yayue Zen sect is Buddhism, and it is also a demon sect. The disciples of the sect practice Buddhism and follow evil paths.

Killing people is tantamount to crossing people, and crossing people is merit.

Both the killing monk and the Xiu girl are from the Li Fang Shui Jing Su Yue lineage.Although they come from the same vein, they usually do their own things without disturbing each other. It is rare to see each other once in a hundred years.

This gathering is all for one thing.

There was the sound of pattering footsteps on the stairs, and a young man in fancy clothes went downstairs. While still on the stairs, he held on to the railing and smiled at the two of them: "Xiao Fuchen, you are finally here. How many people are here now?"

Fuchen looked up: "Mr. Chaoyang."

"What's your name, Mr. Chaoyang, just call me by my real name."

Fuchen was as good as a follower: "Senior Luoling."

In terms of seniority, Luo Ling and Miss Xiu belong to the same generation, and Fu Chen can only be regarded as the junior of the two.But Miss Xiu doesn't allow others to call her old, so everyone in Li Fangshui's mirror all call her "Miss Xiu".

Luo Ling sighed, and briskly walked in front of the two of them: "You haven't answered me yet!"

Miss Xiu leaned on the back of the chair, and said slowly: "Seven or eight have come, and the rest probably won't come. How many people from the Chaoyang lineage have come?"

"Eighty percent."

"They give you face like this?" Girl Xiu asked with her fingers twirling her black hair, raising her eyebrows.

"I took out all my family assets." Luo Ling spread his hands, "Also, [-]% of the people only agreed to meet me outside Jinyu City. If something really happened, they would probably abandon me directly."

"If it was before, who would dare not listen to you, senior?" Fu Chen interjected.

"That was before." Luoling squinted his eyes, his eyes passed through the window lattice, and fell on the sword tower that went straight into the sky. My cultivation."

"If people from the Xingchen lineage are willing to take action, this matter will be a sure thing. Unfortunately, the Xingchen lineage can't even see a single person." Fu Chen chuckled.

Miss Xiu frowned, snorted, with a bit of ferocity hidden in her eyes: "The lineage of the stars? Tsk, they probably have forgotten who is their master."

Afterwards, Miss Xiu asked again: "Luo Ling, when do you plan to do it?"

The place where the three of them were talking was covered with a layer of spiritual barrier, isolating this corner from the world, and the sound of babbling operas sounded again in the teahouse, but this place was forgotten by the theater troupe.

Luo Ling slid his finger across the table, lowered his voice: "The hairpin meeting."

Miss Xiu frowned slightly: "At the hairpin meeting, there are many troublesome characters."

"However, only at the hairpin flower meeting, the Dongming Sword Immortal guarding the Zhongzhou Sword Tower will leave the Sword Tower for a while. During that time, it is our chance." Luoling lowered his eyes, "I have already arranged everything, At that time, there will be a few idiots messing up the situation for us."

"Your power has been sealed for a long time. You have never been in a hurry to get it back before. Why did you take the risk this time?" Miss Xiu was a little puzzled, "Zhongzhou is too close to Chongming Kingdom. You have promised so many benefits, and they also I don’t want to come because of this.”

Miss Xiu said word by word: "No matter what arrangements you have made, as long as you alarm Chongming Emperor, you will be in a near-death situation!"

In the last sentence, Miss Xiu slightly raised her voice.

Luo Ling fell silent.

Apart from saying a few words at the beginning, and then quietly listening to the two discussing, Fuchen, who was like a ghost, couldn't help but look at Luoling.

After a long time, Luoling raised his head, the fanaticism and obsession in his expression made one's heart skip a beat: "I heard the call of the gods."

The whisk was moved.

Miss Xiu gasped.

The air is still, you can hear the drop of a needle.

Miss Xiu asked in disbelief: "How is it possible? Could it be that you made a mistake?"

Luo Ling waved his sleeves and slapped the table with his palm: "It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong!"

"You can't go wrong!"

His voice echoed in the room: "It's about the gods, I will never make a mistake!"

"It's been 5000 years, and the god is still alive, and the god still exists in the world." Fingers clenched into fists, the enthusiasm in Luo Ling's eyes gradually turned into obsession, "If I don't get my cultivation back, how can I bring the god back?"

"What is Chongming Emperor? What is Taixuan Taoist?"

"If I can look at you one more time, I won't hesitate to be wiped out!"

The sky completely darkened, and the night sky of Zhongzhou was filled with stars and moons.

After Zhong Ying hurriedly took a cold shower, he huddled under the quilt and pretended to be dead.

The remaining heat on his face had dissipated, and Zhong Ying, who had calmed down, felt ashamed to death.

Didn't you just get touched?Do I need to run by myself?

The Demon Lord, who always liked to confront his deadly enemies, couldn't help but think that he should have held Jun Buyi back then, pressed Jun Buyi against the wall, and looked at Jun Buyi shivering like a little daughter-in-law!

Moreover, he has always been a person who pays back ten times, if someone dares to slap him, he will definitely pay back ten slaps.

By analogy, if you don't want to kiss him once, he will return it at least ten times...

Thinking of this, Zhong Ying snorted, feeling that the algorithm was not right.

And Jun Buyi dared to treat him like this, it must have happened last time in Bliss City.When he was by the Oasis Lake, he acted so flustered that Jun Buyi thought it was his weakness, so he dared to do it today.

So, he can't panic!

The sound of footsteps came lightly, Zhong Ying's body froze, and when the footsteps stopped and the door creaked, he had returned to normal.

Probably because seeing that there was no light in the house and Zhong Ying was already lying down, Jun Buyi walked very lightly until he stopped in front of the bed.

"Yes." His voice was very soft, and was blown away by the wind as soon as he spoke, "Are you asleep?"

Jin was thrown open violently, Zhong Ying sat up straight, looked at Jun Buyi coldly: "Can you stop being so disgusting."

Jun Buyi said slowly: "Zhong Ying."

Zhong Ying nodded as a response.

Unexpectedly, Jun turned around and lit the lamp, only leaving Zhong Ying with a slender and straight back, his long hair hanging down his robe like splashed ink, making it hard to look away.

The wick is lit, and the warm yellow light illuminates the bedroom wall.

Jun Buyi took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said slowly: "Since we haven't slept yet, let's continue to make up lessons."

Zhong Ying rested his chin, his gaze involuntarily fell on Jun Buyi's face.

Jun Buyi lowered his eyes and couldn't see the expression in them clearly, but there was a circle of candlelight on his eyelashes, as intoxicating as the stars in the night.

"Put on your robe."

Jun Buyi's clear and clean voice rang in his ears again, Zhong Ying didn't have the energy to argue with Jun Buyi today, thinking that he should work harder after telling his cheap daddy about making up lessons, so he got out of bed and put on his clothes and shoes.

Just as he sat down opposite Jun Buyi, a book was pushed in front of him.

The book was spread out, and the ink characters were printed in front of the eyes.

It was rare for Zhong Ying to take a serious look, and managed to remember that the last make-up lesson happened to be on this page.

Unexpectedly, you love cleanliness, even old books will not have any creases, leaving rows of beautiful notes and sentiments at most.Although Zhong Ying made a mess of the books every time he made up lessons, he always smoothed out the creases afterwards.

But there is always something that cannot be erased.

For example, the ugly mangy dog ​​on the page...

It was drawn by Zhong Ying with a pen when he was bored.

Zhong Ying took advantage of Jun's accident to rub the ink, turned a few pages, and saw a few lines of words written by himself on the pages.

This book was unexpected. After he read it, he wrote a lot of notes, and the pages looked neat and pleasing to the eye.The few lines of Zhong Ying's words were squeezed inside, destroying the beauty all at once.

Zhong Ying looked at it, and he began to dislike those few lines.

"Unexpectedly, when you finish talking about this book, will you throw it away?" Zhong Ying flipped the pages of the book with a clatter.

definitely will!Zhong Ying answered in his heart.

After all, I not only drew a mangy dog ​​on the page, but also a turtle bastard...

"will not."

Zhong Ying raised his head in surprise, and met a pair of blue and ink-like eyes.

"No." Jun Buyi repeated, and said in a very serious tone, "I will cherish every book, including the one in your hand."

Zhong Ying's heart trembled slightly.

He felt that Mr. Lianzhong really loves books...

After grinding the ink, the two sat side by side. By candlelight, Jun Buyi patiently explained to Zhong Ying, explaining the profound things in simple terms, so that even Zhong Ying could easily understand.

At the beginning, Zhong Ying was still pretending, but gradually Zhong Ying began to lose his mind.

His eyes lingered on Jun Buyi's slightly opened and closed lips, and he paused for a while, thinking of a very boring question.

Even the lip shape of the deadly rival is beautiful...

What would it feel like to kiss ten times?