Flower wine

The common people, even the sky should be in awe of His Majesty. "

Chen Duzong couldn't help laughing, stretched out his right hand to look at the fingertips, the nails were long black and full of yin.

Du Dai took it for granted, and retreated silently. Although he was a companion, he was indeed very courageous. No one in the palace was afraid of Chen Duzong, only him, who was always calm and fearless.

He was born fair and well-behaved, and because of his experience, he revealed a bit of femininity. He has a calm appearance all year round, neither humble nor overbearing. In Chen Duzong's eyes, he is like the bright sun and the moon.

Chen Duzong leaned against the mountains and rivers and practiced for a while.

This skill is called Fusheng Qiankun Kung Fu, and the entry level is very simple. Every level up needs to absorb human essence, the beginner needs to absorb a small amount of wronged souls;

The higher the power of the person being sucked, the stronger the cultivation base, and the more helpful it is for Chen Duzong's practice.

The ultimate goal of Floating Life Qiankun Gong is immortality, which can not only enjoy the prosperity of the floating world, but also enjoy eternal life.

Chen Duzong was just practicing for fun at first, after all, life at the peak was boring and exhausting.

Later, in the constant conquest and indulgence, I completely lost my mind.

He is no longer the young emperor who is trying his best to govern, but a violent, vicious and vicious scourge. The sky has changed.

When the treasury is short of money, the treasury is used; when the treasury is in a hurry, they plunder from the inside and go abroad; a lot of gold and silver and a lot of souls cast a cold monster. He used to be the most central sun in Dachen, and now he is the deadliest in Dachen of cancer.

Du Dai witnessed all this, just like his obedient and obedient appearance when he was a child, no matter what Chen Duzong did, in his eyes, there was nothing wrong with it.

Chen Duzong exhaled heavily, and withdrew his palms: "Du Banban, I'm hungry."

Du Dai hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the handkerchief: "The servant brought two souls from Yangshan. Do you want to use it now, Your Majesty?"

Chen Duzong wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Du Dai's earnest and careful face, and couldn't help smiling: "Du Banban, I mean I'm hungry, and I want to eat something that tastes sour, sweet, bitter and spicy."

Du Dai's body leaned forward slightly, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he returned to his usual calm in an instant: "The servant will arrange it now."

Chen Duzong's pupils were black with the sun, as if ink was about to drip out, he stared blankly at Du Dai, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Du Dai seemed to be aware of it, and took a step back suddenly, lowering his head even lower.

"Slave back down."

Chen Duzong has long been used to the strangeness. This person, who grew up with him since childhood, obeyed him, so close and so intimate.

And so far away.

"I have a man, like fog and like admiration."

The fog in the underworld is thick, and the ghost messenger said that it was the last obsession of human beings during reincarnation.

Jiang Xi risked his life and risked not to violate, and finally hugged Hu Die.

But it didn't take long before he was pushed away by Hu Die.

"You and I are originally people from different paths, why bother with this?"

Jiang Xi was in a hurry, and rushed forward to grab Hu Die's hand, but Hu Die dodged: "What is a different road? What is a different way? We can reach the same goal by different ways!"

"There are too many things in your heart that you can't let go! Your hatred, your anger, and even your ambition are more important than me!"

"Nonsense, I don't even want my life, I just want to be with you!"

"I don't like you anymore, you go."

Hu Die turned around abruptly, firmly held the hand of the chief ghost officer, and begged in a low voice: "My lord, please drive him out. If you drag him out for a while, I'm afraid he really won't be able to go back. Save him once." Life wins and builds a seven-level pagoda, and Hu Die is grateful to you for being an ox and a horse!"

After a few days in the underworld, Hu Die was deeply loved by Meng Po, and even the ghost chief had a little more affection for this persistent, diligent and optimistic young man.

He lived the days of life and death in the darkest place in the world, and he had already seen through all kinds of things without any ripples, but when he saw Hu Die's longing eyes, he suddenly softened.

It was a heart of a child that was more decisive than life against life, hotter than the sun.

He hadn't seen the sun for too many years.

Guicha nodded silently.

"Young master, people and ghosts have different paths, go back, you have sucked in such a heavy ghost aura, you will be half disabled if you go back, and the day when you get together is not far away."

The ghost police chief didn't say much, he opened a cloth bag, and Jiang Xi was sucked in before he had time to struggle.

Before that, he wanted to take another look at Hu Die, but he only saw a decisive figure from his back.

Once in the sea, it is finally difficult for water.

When Hu Die turned around again, Jiang Xi had disappeared, and the ghost guard looked indifferent, and ordered the ghosts to cross the bridge according to the rules.

Hu Die was stunned in place, tears streaming down his face, but his heart was filled with joy.

After waiting for so long, I finally came to the phrase that I like you.

This sentence, in exchange for his life, is worth it.

After an unknown amount of time, Granny Meng quietly appeared behind him, holding a bowl of soup, and said softly, "If your wish is fulfilled, let's go."

Hu Die wiped away tears and smiled lightly: "Thank you, mother-in-law."

Then drink it up.

break up

The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

Run more than adult years old, Lu Lu adjusts Yang.

When Jiang Xi woke up again, it was already a year later.

After forcibly breaking into the underworld, his soul was damaged and torn to pieces. Tang Muke and Heilong locked his soul in the psychic jade with great effort.

The black dragon is a thousand-year-old spirit beast. If it hadn't been killed too much, it would have already ascended.Under Tang Muke's begging, he brought Jiang Xi to the top of Zijin Mountain, which is inaccessible.

The thousand-year-old rock is thick and tough, lonely and cold. The black dragon transformed the psychic jade with spiritual energy and invaded the boulder bit by bit.

The top of the mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and it is very cold. Tang Muke has always been afraid of the cold, but for Jiang Xi, he actually lived with the black dragon.Every day, the boulder is quenched with the real fire of the commoner school to make it gradually melt.

Drawing shapes on the talisman cloth, the rock is the body, the jade is the soul, and the flame is the blood, and miraculously rescued Jiang Xi.

Every time Tang Muke looked at the sleeping Jiang Xi, he would smile wryly: "Brother Long, look at us two immortals. We have changed our lives for this stinky boy, and we are probably not far from death!"

The black dragon dismissed it, and casually squeezed two snowballs in the palm of his hand to play with. The black dragon originally had a cold physique, but was overheated by Jiang Xi, a living dead who was constantly being roasted, and the two snowballs turned into snow in a short while. The water, falling into the snow, melted into ice.

"Look, there is no difference between living as snow and dying as ice. I am truly immortal. You, a mortal, have not yet reached the end of your lifespan. How can you be immortal?"

Tang Muke looked at Jiang Xi quietly, pouring real fire into him continuously in his hands, and remained silent.

Heilong squinted at him and sneered: "You don't envy him, do you?"

"You have love in your heart, but you are not as brave as him. You have to save him even if you have exhausted your entire life. The relationship between master and apprentice is one aspect, and he is the emotional sustenance of your unwillingness and regret. This is another aspect, right?"

"Black Dragon!" Tang Muke, who was always as calm as water, suddenly shouted.

The black dragon smiled but didn't smile, stood up quietly, and walked towards the entrance of the cave: "I'm a talkative old man, I'll go find you something delicious to eat!"

"Hahahaha!" The black dragon laughed wantonly from outside the cave entrance, wrapped Fengyue in his arms, and sent it into the cave.

"Dead worm!" Tang Muke said angrily.

Jiang Xi's physical body has become more and more real, and it has become exquisite like a magic axe. Lying on the stone bed, he looks like an ordinary person who is sleeping.

"I don't know when I will wake up. I owe this grandson and senior brother Gui!" Tang Muke put away the flame, stood up and searched in the cave.

It stands to reason that Jiang Xi should have woken up earlier, the technique of "Jade and Stone Burning Together" is evil and violent, and it belongs to the most decisive and extreme way of all Taoism.

Firstly, it will damage the lifespan of the caster, secondly, it will backfire on the caster, and thirdly, the recipient of the spell may not be able to bear the pain of reshaping the meridians during this refining process, and all previous efforts will be wasted.

In other words, after a series of forging and continuous burning, Jiang Xi's soul can feel it. After shaping the body with the stone, he will gradually feel the burning pain.

And all of this was only reflected in Jiang Xi's frown that sometimes wrinkled and sometimes stretched, without even a smack.

He has a steel-like desire to survive and a cotton-like tenderness.This allowed him to go through life and death enough, and he would never admit defeat with a knife and a fire; but at the same time, he would not want to wake up because of the scar deep in his heart.

Tang Muke searched around, and in the depths of Jiang Xi's bag, he found a handkerchief, which seemed to be wrapped in something.

Tang Muke opened it and saw a few tufts of snow-white hair.

Tang Muke looked at it carefully, and immediately turned over in his heart: "I'm afraid Hu Di left it for him!"

Tang Muke's eyes turned red, and he sighed: "I don't know if this Guisun knew that Little Butterfly left this for him, it's heartless."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the handkerchief back into Jiang Xi's palm.Then he turned around and went out of the cave to find the black dragon.

It can be said that Heilong is willing to risk his life to help him rescue Jiang Xi, which can be said to be deeply affectionate. Tang Muke consciously spoke a little harshly, and felt embarrassing.

The hair is capped and snow-capped, and the eyes are deep and autumn.The stick brushes his wife, and the jungle is full of ginseng.Everything is not one thing, but two things break down and become three.

In an extremely cold place, a butterfly came against the wind.The whole body of this butterfly is snow-white, blending with the ice and snow, and it is trying to fly tremblingly.Occasionally strong winds would blow it over on the thick black rocks, and the butterfly would become more and more courageous, piercing the sky like a silver light.

The snow mountain is destined to come back with a white head.

The butterfly quietly flew all the way to the cave, lingered for a while, entered the cave, and flew quietly towards Jiang Xi.

Everything is silent, only a little spiritual fire lingers around Jiang Xi.

Flying butterflies rushed into the flames, landed in the mortal world, and kissed the forehead of their sweetheart affectionately.

There are not many things to eat on the top of the mountain, but fortunately