After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

A private room in a hospital.

The noon sun was bright and the weather was just right, but the curtains in the ward were drawn tightly, and the light was dim and gloomy.

Han Zhao endured the severe pain and half-felt under the bed, looking at the closed door vigilantly, behind the door was blocked by a wardrobe and a chair, he was still very worried, the power of "ghosts" is infinite, no one can stop them if they want to come in live.

Fear grows inside like a germinated seed.

Before Wen Gu's incident, Han Zhao didn't believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, but for Wen Gu's situation, besides being possessed by ghosts, he didn't have a second answer.

Just now "Wen Gu" looked at him quietly in the ward, without any emotion in his eyes, but it gave people a heavy sense of oppression, which made Han Zhao unable to lift his head.

Han Zhao tightly grasped the sleeves of the hospital gown, pinching the cuffs to wrinkle, this "ghost" is really too powerful!

It even counted that he invited Xuelong King to catch ghosts, used ghost skills to confuse Xuelong King, tricked Xuelong King to take him to the hospital, and used this method to warn him not to meddle in his own business?

The ghost who can control Snow Dragon King with magic...

Han Zhao suddenly turned pale. No one believed him except Mr. Chen. His attending doctor said that he was schizophrenic and that what he saw were hallucinations. Even if his fractures healed, he was not advised to leave the hospital.

Now Han Zhao didn't even dare to leave the door of the ward. He felt that there were a pair of gloomy eyes everywhere, watching him from behind.

Han Zhao didn't dare to think about Wen Gu anymore, fear overwhelmed all his emotions, he deleted the photo with Wen Gu from his phone, once he saw Wen Gu's face, a biting chill surged from his heart.

Abbreviation, temperature phobia.

……

In the depths of the back mountain of Shuijing Peak, beside a clear stream that winds and flows, two figures sit side by side.

Jing Feiming's bare ankles were hanging in the stream, lying on his back in a relaxed posture, with his elbows half pillowed, his white hair spread out under his body like silky satin, holding Jasper's wine gu in one hand, taking a sip from time to time.

Wen Gu hugged his knees awkwardly, the cool wind mixed with the scent of grass and trees brushed his cheeks, comfortable and pleasant, "This place is so beautiful, how did you find it?"

"Where did I just say?"

Jing Feiming wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wen Gu half-drunk.

Wen Gu recalled seriously, "Speaking of Ziyi Zhenjun's one-on-one enemy in Beihua Prefecture, he is heroic and majestic."

"Well... At that time, he was just three hundred years old, and all the people in the house were dressed better than Xue, and they were all seniors in the cultivation world. At that time, the Xuanyue Sect was unknown, and these old men bullied others. Zhenjun Ziyi used a wandering sword Slashed into Beihua Prefecture and directly smashed Huanglong, once he sent out Kyushu with a single sword, he became famous in the first battle, because he was wearing purple clothes that day..."

"People on the right way gave him a nickname, Ziyi Daoist."

Jing Feiming's eyes moved up, and he held a very shallow smile.

Wen Gu was fascinated by the story, and sighed softly: "Zhenjun Ziyi is really powerful."

Jing Feiming snorted softly, sat up with his arms half propped up, and looked at Wen Gu's adoring expression, "The powerful one is behind, the Demon Lord Jitian has a magic weapon called "Lovesickness" in his hand, using the blood of six close relatives, and It is formed by the fusion of a lover's heart, this thing has an incomparable fragrance..."

"This is too perverted!"

Wen Gu was terribly frightened, his sharp and clear Adam's apple rolled, and fear flickered in his clear eyes.

Jing Feiming smiled, and it turned out that his symptoms were exactly the same as his own. When he fell ill, he didn't even remember his father.

"This fragrance helps the refiner to improve his cultivation greatly, but if others smell it, red bean-like scars will appear all over his body, and the whole body will suffer unbearable pain until he dies tragically."

Wen Gu pursed his lips involuntarily to ease the fear in his heart, and whispered, "Stop talking."

"I'm not finished yet!"

Jing Fei understood his cowardly look, and said indifferently: "One of the most powerful effects of lovesickness is that if the refiner kills a Taoist, Xiangsia can absorb the cultivation level to the refiner. The more you kill, the more you kill. Acacia can make the refiner stronger."

"Why are you still talking?" Wen Gu muttered dissatisfiedly, he stood up, wanting to get away from Jing Feiming.

Suddenly, Jing Feiming flipped his wrist, and a soft but irresistible force pressed on Wen Gu's shoulder, until he bent his back and had to sit down again.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, you are not allowed to go."

Wen Gu was very angry, bullying him that he couldn't use spells, so he stretched out his hand to plug the hole in his ear, "Say it, say it, say it to your heart's content."

Jing Feiming raised one eyebrow, and used the art of heart sound, and the voice was transmitted directly to Wen Gu's ears, "Jitian Demon Monarch killed countless people for "Xiangsi", the magic cultivator was at the height of his power for a while, Purple Clothes Zhenjun walked the way for the sky, and Ji Tian Demon Monarch After fighting for three days, the Demon Lord's "Lovesickness" was finally smashed with the Wandering Sword, and the Demon Lord was seriously injured and fled in a panic with his troops."

Still plugging his ears, Wen Gu said unhappily, "I don't like listening to this passage."

"Then what do you want to hear?" Jing Feiming said absent-mindedly, "Zhenjun Ziyi still has a lot of things, I have forgotten."

Wen Gu felt depressed, and moved towards him, "Tell me about the Wandering Sword? Ziyi Zhenjun's sword must be very powerful, right?"

"Wandering Sword?"

Jing Feiming half-opened his eyes, stretched his arm behind his back and touched it, but there was nothing, he suddenly laughed lowly, "I only remember that he played the sword and sang songs, and indulged in mountains and rivers. As for how the sword was destroyed, I have no idea." ……forget."

Why did you tell Wen Gu this?

If he doesn't say it, after his lights are exhausted, people in this world will only think of the Ziyi Zhenjun when he failed to cross the tribulation and died in depression, not the young hero who once fought across the world with his sword.

If you don't say it, not only the world will forget, even he will forget who he is.

Wen Gu put down the hand that blocked his ears, and said softly, "If you forget it, forget it. It's not an important thing. Don't be sad."

"When was I sad?"

Jing Feiming raised the corners of his lips, and laughed nonchalantly, "You are stupid, and your cultivation has stagnated. What kind of person am I? Need you to comfort me?"

"Why am I so dumb?" Wen Gu was not convinced, Yuan Jiuyuan said, he is very smart.

Jing Feiming looked at his serious countenance, threw the wine gu into the stream at will, and drifted away with the stream, "Take care of yourself first."

The head of the world's number one sect, Ziyi Zhenjun, is the most powerful person in the world, and the disciples under his sect are outstanding. They are all heroes of the moment. People who admire him are all over Kyushu. How can they need a fool to comfort them?

It's just... Ever since he fell into a slump, he lived alone in the waterside pavilion and no longer took care of the sect's affairs. The sect began to intrigue, and several disciples ganged up on each other, waiting for him to take over his mantle as the head after his death.

The crown covers the whole world, but there is no one who is a bosom friend.

Jing Feiming chuckled at himself, a hundred years ago he failed in crossing the catastrophe, then he should have drawn his sword and killed himself cleanly, instead of lingering on his last breath and living a decadent life.

Thinking of this, he was caught off guard by Wen Gu.

Wen Gu wrapped his arms around his shoulders, holding him loosely, worried that he would suddenly be frightened, and hesitantly patted his back lightly with his palms. In the past, when he was sad, his eyes were red from crying, he just hoped to be hugged and comforted gently. .

"Okay, okay, I often forget things, don't be sad about this, if you are really sad, then tell me, I will help you remember."

"Yuan Jiuyuan"'s voice was not soft, the young man's voice was deep and deep, and the words were very pleasant to the ear.

Jing Feiming sat upright with no expression on his face, but did not push away his embrace, "I just realized today that you are really dumb."

"I'll just stay." Wen Gu coaxed him nicely, "You're smart, you're good-looking, and you can tell interesting stories. You only have a poor memory, and that's okay!"

Usually everyone praised Jing Feiming for his profound cultivation, but it was the first time someone found a different way and praised him for these trivial points, and it felt very good.

Wen Gu's face was close at hand, his pupils became darker under the sun, without any impurities, clear and clean, with a bit of pious childishness, which was indescribably touching.

Jing Feiming looked away, and gently pushed his embrace away, "The next time it happens suddenly, I will give you a fixed spell, and keep you here as a big snake's meal."

Wen Gu blinked slowly, and asked timidly but forcefully, "What if I had called in advance?"

"Well——I'll chop you into pieces and eat them for the big snake myself."

After Jing Feiming finished speaking with a smile, he was satisfied with what he had gained, and Wen Gu looked stunned by fright, and the pent-up mood just now was swept away.

……

Thousand Crane Peak.

After Wen Gu came back from Shuijing Peak, he stayed in the room, half lying on the table, gently tapping his forehead on the table.

There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the sect, and even a young disciple under Ziyi Zhenjun's seat is so powerful, and he knows everything about the mainland of Kyushu like a treasure.

There is no balance between good and evil, and the demons and Taoist cultivators are at odds with each other. As a mixed blood, it is impossible for Yuan Jiuyuan to be alone.

The world is too dangerous!

Wen Gu can't go on like this anymore, he wants to become stronger, and also share the burden on Yuan Jiuyuan's shoulders.

"Little Nine?"

A familiar voice sounded from the top of his head, Wen Gu raised his head, Xu Fu was standing at the half-open window, looking at him expectantly.

Wen Gu's heart felt hot, and he quickly stood up, "Brother, why are you here?"

"Don't worry, I didn't feel Ziyi Zhenjun's consciousness, he didn't follow you secretly today, that's why I came." Xu Fu pushed the door and walked in.

Does Purple Clothes True Monarch's consciousness follow him?

Only then did Wen Gu know, remembering what Jing Feiming said, Ziyi Zhenjun said that the blood of the demons is more mellow than fine wine, so you don't want to drink your own blood to satisfy your hunger?

Xu Fu looked at him carefully, and he was sure that he was the lovable Junior Brother Jiu.

Wen Gu felt chills all over his body, "Does Zhenjun Ziyi hate the demons?"

Xu Fu felt that he looked so pitiful, so he couldn't help touching his hair lightly, and he left immediately, "Zhenjun Ziyi's primordial spirit was damaged by the extreme demon king, and he is one step away from the immortal gate. Naturally, Zhenjun Ziyi is Those who hate the demons."

Wen Gu understood, no wonder Ziyi Zhenjun refused to see him, "Senior brother, what should I do so that Ziyi Zhenjun doesn't hate me?"

Xu Fu paused for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face, "Xiao Jiu, don't worry, I will go to Ziyi Zhenjun."

If it is in the sect, the person who hates Yuan Jiuyuan the most must be Zhenjun Ziyi. Xu Fu is enlightened. When Yuan Jiuyuan worshiped Qianhe Peak at the beginning, Zhenren Chong was the closest disciple of Zhenjun Ziyi, so it was convenient to be his disciple. Eyeliner, he monitored Yuan Jiuyuan day and night.

It's a pity that Zhong Zhenren was "bewitched" by Junior Brother Xiao Jiu and turned against him. Zhen Jun Ziyi had to disperse his consciousness in person to follow Yuan Jiuyuan. His purpose must be harsh and severe. If Yuan Jiuyuan made any mistakes, it would be a cruel meal Caning.

Ziyi Zhenjun naturally would not want to see Yuan Jiuyuan befriending others, Junior Brother Xiao Jiu put himself in his shoes and did not want him to be involved in this turmoil.

Xu Fu deeply felt that it was not easy to warm up to the past, and he was struggling to survive in the sect, so he felt sorry for him even more.

Such a sensible junior brother Jiu must protect him!

Xu Fu secretly swore in his heart that even if Zhenjun Ziyi was furious and fell out of favor in Ling Xiaofeng, he would not hesitate.

At the same time, in the water pavilion of Shuijing Peak.

Ziyi Zhenjun sat on the upper seat, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at Li Ren with interest.

"Is what you said true?"

"The disciple saw it with his own eyes."

Li Ren half-kneeled, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yuan Jiuyuan in the Holy Ruins colluded with two demon monsters, one of them is Yinhan, who was the protector who sat down by the demon king Jitian back then."

Ziyi Zhenjun's eyes moved slightly, "How do you know?"

Li Ren was stunned, and then answered freely, "The disciple was plotted by Yuan Jiuyuan at that time, and almost died in the hands of this devil. They thought I was dead, so they talked about their trick to catch me all at once."

"It's really dangerous."

Ziyi Zhenjun briefly commented.

Li Ren suddenly gained confidence in his heart, "Master Zu, this Yuan Jiuyuan violated the iron law of the sect, he should be stabbed seven times and expelled from the sect!"

Ziyi Zhenjun nodded thoughtfully, and asked casually: "How did Yuan Jiuyuan plot against you?"

Li Ren was completely unaware of the danger, and said angrily: "The disciple was looking for the way at that time, but he suddenly slapped him on the back of the disciple's heart, causing the disciple to faint."

"Yuan Jiuyuan is only at the early stage of Jindan, you are one level higher than him, how can he knock you unconscious with one palm?"

Ziyi Zhenjun stood up and walked out of the water pavilion, "Why don't I ask him to ask clearly."

Li Ren said categorically: "The disciples are all disciples of the sect. At that time, they were unprepared. I didn't expect him to attack suddenly, so he secretly—"

"boom!!"

A strong force rushed from behind, knocking Li Renzhen out and slapping it on the table. The nanmu table was pushed forward three meters away, and Li Ren fell softly, without even yelling. All torn.

Ziyi Zhenjun asked calmly: "Is that so at that time?"