The plot sum is against this seat [Transmigration Book]

Shen Chunmian turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Zhufeng's expression behind him, and saw that the man's expression was as usual, and there was no surprise on his face.

"Do you know who that person is?" Shen Chunmian turned back and asked Fu Le.

Fu Le shook his head and said in despair: "He hides very well. He has one face when he buys land from my father, and another face when he kills people to silence him. His subordinates only have those meager clues in their hands, and they check again and again. , Every time there is no such person.”

Shen Chunmian turned his head and looked directly at Jiang Zhufeng.

Probably noticed Shen Chunmian's dark gaze, Jiang Zhufeng answered leisurely: "You want to ask me if I know who this person is?"

"Well," Shen Chunmian just heard about Fu Le's experience, and he felt more and more pitiful in his heart, "This person is so morally corrupt, maybe there will be some clues in the Qingyun Sect in the past-do you have anyone who doubts it?"

Jiang Zhufeng propped himself up, and leaned lazily on the chair: "Qingyun sect is said to be a decent family, but it's just that it is cleaner in its methods, more courteous, and better on the surface. In reality, it is no better than Lihen. How much better are these nominal cults."

He paused for a while, and then said: "If you want to ask who would do such a thing, then naturally it is too much, except for your master who is consistent in appearance and appearance, who is still kind, and there are other juniors who joined the teaching lately. , anyone in the Qingyun faction could be the murderer."

As Shen Chunmian listened, he couldn't help feeling that the moral level of this cultivation world was really low. No wonder none of the dignified immortals and Taoists could ascend.

"What about you?" The hatred that had been suppressed for many years was aroused in Fu Le's heart, struggling to sit up, staring at Jiang Zhufeng, "Are you?"

Jiang Zhufeng smiled coldly, and asked back: "What do I want your spirit vein to do, it's just a pile of broken stones."

Shen Chunmian hurriedly explained for him: "It's not him. When you were still young, he was probably still a child and hadn't been brought back to the Qingyun School by Shen Xianjing. Besides, those of them who learn from the elders have always been masters of Lingshi and Immortal Artifacts. There is no shortage, there is no need to kill people for this thing."

Fu Le clenched his fist resentfully, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "If one day I reach the Ascension Realm, then I would rather not ascend than to slaughter the Qingyun faction!"

Shen Chunmian really didn't know how to speak to persuade him, so he had no choice but to put a thin blanket over him: "Don't just talk, when you get your legs back, you have to practice hard."

The hatred in Fu Le's eyes disappeared, and she looked at Shen Chunmian with a blushing face: "Master, you don't have to...you don't need to cover this for your subordinates, why are you so nice to your subordinates all of a sudden?"

Shen Chunmian: ...

Seeing that his eyes were about to turn red again, and he was about to hold his own leg and cry until he was crying, Shen Chunmian immediately backed out, and then raised his hand to create a partition in the carriage.

Jiang Zhufeng stared at his fingertips, was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes, and asked strangely, "Why don't you continue talking to him?"

Shen Chunmian sighed helplessly, sat beside him, and checked the wound on his waist: "Does the wound still hurt?"

"So what if it hurts?" Jiang Zhufeng said, "No one will take it seriously."

Shen Chunmian raised his hand and patted his cheek lightly: "That's enough, what a grown man, I just went over to check on his injuries, why are you so sour?"

Jiang Zhufeng turned his head and deliberately did not lean on him: "Look at the injury? He clearly hurt his feet, and he is not stupid. Why do you have to give me medicine? The blanket is placed on the side. If he is cold , I have it in my hand, so why bother you..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Chunmian brutally stuffed a elixir into his mouth. This is also a tonic, which is beneficial and harmless to practitioners, but it is useless to Jiang Zhufeng's injury.

Shen Chunmian put his mind to it, and deliberately picked the most bitter one for him: "You eat it too, do you want to have a few more, just eat enough?"

Jiang Zhufeng didn't know suffering, he only felt Shen Chunmian's warm fingertips poking into his mouth, rubbing against the tip of his tongue as if without a trace, the tongue cavity in his mouth was numb right now, I don't know if it was caused by the extremely painful pill. The drug was stimulated, but he rubbed it.

"Do you want more?"

Jiang Zhufeng nodded blankly.

Shen Chunmian took another one out of the brocade bag to feed him, but this time when he was about to stop, Jiang Zhufeng grabbed his wrist.

Before he could react, Jiang Zhufeng gently squeezed his fingertips, and Shen Chunmian was ashamed immediately, blushing and pulled back his hand, and said in a low voice: "You are also someone who has read sage books, Why is it always like this, like this..."

"It is said in the sage's book, 'Essence of passion ends with propriety', but you and I have long been in love with each other, so why should we care about this empty and empty word 'ritual'?" Jiang Zhufeng teased, holding his hand She smiled, "And just now in the car, it was obviously you who kissed me proactively."

Shen Chunmian was suddenly dumb.

Jiang Zhufeng turned to him: "I've even shown you the inner mansion. Even a human husband and wife, there is no one who is closer than you and me. You think I don't know how to behave. Don't you care about these intimacy? Do you think you want to be a stranger with me?"

"That's not what I mean either." Shen Chunmian looked into his straightforward and calm eyes, unconsciously moved his eyes away, and said in a low voice, "You said that I seem to be a heartless person and a lover, but those who love you What I wish, you obviously have nothing to lose."

"There is nothing to lose," Jiang Zhufeng said in a muffled voice, pressing against the tip of his nose, "I lost my innocence, and I'm afraid no one will want me in the future."

His rambunctious appearance really deserved a beating, because he was still a wounded patient, Shen Chunmian didn't do anything to him.

"What's the matter with innocence? You are innocent. No one wants you with such a temper. Don't blame me for the reason."

Shen Chunmian gently pushed him away. Although there was a spiritual wall not far ahead, Fu Le on the other side of the wall would not be able to see their situation or hear their words, but Shen Chunmian still felt a little strange in his heart. weird.

So Fu retreated again, separating some distance from that Jiang Zhufeng.

Jiang Zhufeng was naturally not happy, Shen Chunmian took a step back to the side, and he took a step closer to him, then stuffed that cold hand into his palm, complaining: "I'm going to die of cold, why don't you so far away from me."

Shen Chunmian picked up the thin blanket in the box and covered him, and said ruthlessly, "Put more on when it's cold."

Although it's winter now, these monks are not afraid of the cold, they are still in single clothes, Jiang Zhufeng said it was cold, but the clothes on his body were obviously thinner than him.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Jiang Zhufeng grabbed his wrist, not allowing him to run away, "Always push me out."

"I……"

Jiang Zhufeng picked up the corner of the thin blanket and wrapped Shen Chunmian in, then he softened his tone and whispered in his ear: "Lie down with me for a while, Chunmian, we won't talk anymore."

Both of Shen Chunmian's hands were held by him, so there was no room for him to refuse, so he had to compromise: "You can do whatever you want, but I will take a bath after I go back, so don't follow me."

He was so close just now that Chu Lingling was covered in a mist of blood. Although she changed her clothes and cleaned her face just now, Shen Chunmian still felt dirty.

Jiang Zhufeng didn't answer, just turned his head and planted a kiss on his cheek.

After about a stick of incense, the Luowei Qixiang car stopped in the Ecstasy Garden.

A believer outside said to the car: "Master, we have arrived."

Shen Chunmian replied: "Well, you first bring the right protector to the residence of the left protector, and lift it gently to avoid touching his feet."

Immediately, two believers walked in outside, carrying a soft sedan chair, and carried away the half-conscious Fu Le.

When the person left, Shen Chunmian turned to look at Jiang Zhufeng who was holding him tightly. This person seemed to be fast asleep, and his breathing was even and slow.

"Jiang Zhufeng," Shen Chunmian pinched his arm, "Don't sleep, it's time to get out of the car."

Jiang Zhufeng didn't know if he was really sleeping or pretending to be asleep, but he didn't seem to have the slightest tendency to wake up after being pinched like this.

Seeing that he couldn't wake him up, Shen Chunmian simply carried him on the back of the thin blanket. Although Jiang Zhufeng looked thin, he was half a head taller than him, and his frame was not small. dead.

In the first few steps, Shen Chunmian almost fell to the ground without leading him.

Afterwards, although it stabilized, it was not easy to leave. A passing believer saw this situation and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you need to come down?"

"He doesn't want others to touch him," Shen Chunmian gritted his teeth, "Forget it, there are only a few steps left, and it's not far away."

The believer had no choice but to retreat.

When he was about to send the person on his back to the couch in the hall, Shen Chunmian suddenly remembered the scene in Journey to the West - Zhu Bajie carrying his wife.

But the difference is that right now Bajie is lying on his back, sleeping motionless, as if dead.

"I really owe you." Shen Chunmian took a breath, and then covered him with a brocade quilt roughly.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned back uneasy, raised his hand to check his breath, and saw that he was not really dead, so he felt relieved and left.

I don't know if it was arranged by Luyu, but a bucket of bath soup has already been placed in the side hall. Shen Chunmian took off the red feather in his hair, and gently swept it on the surface of the water, and the half-warm bath soup steamed again.

He put aside his miscellaneous thoughts and took a hot bath again, but this time he didn't soak for too long, and he was almost clean, so he dried himself and changed into clothes.

He still had to ask Lvyu to show Jiang Zhufeng the injury, even though he was already in the state of turning into a cicada, this injury might heal itself anytime soon, and Lvyu might not be useful.

But Shen Chunmian was still worried, thinking that if it really didn't work, it would be good to apply some pain-relieving plaster on him.

However, just as he was about to step out of the side hall, a figure suddenly stood in front of him.

Shen Wenru was wearing a black robe with dark patterns, and his demeanor was not the same as before. He met Shen Chunmian's gaze, and then smiled flirtatiously: "Master Shen, we meet again."

Before Shen Chunmian could reply, he blew lightly on his palm, and a black butterfly suddenly flew out of the clean palm.

Shen Chunmian's limbs seemed to be frozen, and he could only watch helplessly as the black butterfly sank into his eyebrows, and then his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.