My mythology is different from yours

Xuanzhi tidied up his clothes, put on a robe, and took out the map of the mountains and rivers and the country, ready to go into the map, "Let's go in and have a look..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Shen Tutao stretched out her hand and dragged her back, and pressed her back on the bed. A Dharma seal flew out from his palm, and the golden mana of the normal line turned into a thin cloak, wrapped around Xuanzhi, and tied her in the bed. in place.

Xuanzhi was tied up into rice dumplings, and raised her eyes in confusion, "Why are you tying me up?"

Shen Tutao glanced slightly at the corner of her mouth, turned her head to avoid her sight, and said with a bit of embarrassment and embarrassment, "Don't come in."

After finishing speaking, he didn't even have time to close his clothes, so he hurriedly got into the picture of Shanhe Sheji.

Xuanzhi: "..."

She was unprepared for Shen Tutao, caught off guard and tied tightly, unable to even release her consciousness, she could only watch his figure disappear into the picture.

The map of mountains, rivers, and society slowly spread out on the side of the bed. The autumn scenery on the scroll is bleak, and the big peach trees occupy half of the scroll. Really a little sluggish.

Xuanzhi became more and more worried, his heart was flustered, he stared at the mahogany on the picture scroll without blinking, and quickly thought in his heart which famous spiritual plant masters in the cultivation world, he should invite someone to take care of His Majesty, and he can't let He grew so savagely.

Before she planted the peach seeds of Shentu peach in the picture of mountains and rivers, she obviously went to the Lingzhi shop with her majesty, and heard Master Lingzhi focus on the pests of Lingzhi, so why did she forget it?

The more Xuanzhi thought about it, the more regretful she felt, writhing on the bed, bumping her head against the pillow, anxiously waiting for Shentu Tao to come out.

On the other side, after Shen Tutao entered the picture of Shanhe Sheji, he quickly returned to his own body.

His entire spiritual consciousness was integrated into the big peach tree, and he inspected himself from head to toe very carefully, from every branch and leaf in the crown of the tree to every root and root buried in the soil, without sparing any inch.

After confirming that his body was clean and there was not even a shadow of a bug, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his sanity returned bit by bit.

——It's really ridiculous, what kind of bug dares to act presumptuously on him, it's almost like he doesn't want to live!

Shen Tutao thought that she was led into a misunderstanding by Xuanzhi just now, and she actually believed her lies, thinking that she would grow worms, and felt extremely ashamed.

He shook the branches and leaves angrily, and the remaining flowers on the branches rustled down, and more than half of them were shaken off again.

The itching all over her body from the inside out didn't ease at all, and got worse, Shen Tutao twitched her roots irritably.

There was a muffled rumbling sound from the ground under the peach wood, and he kicked over the candle snake coiled on his roots. Watching those stupid things wake up from their sleep, he found that the house was suddenly demolished, and he was in a panic. After scurrying around the ground, I felt a little more at ease.

Shen Tutao adjusted her mood, and leaned out half of her body from the picture of Shanhe Sheji.

The person lying on the bed immediately struggled to sit up, his almond-eyed eyes widened, and he looked at him with concern, "How are you doing, are you okay?"

With a dead face, Shen Tutao just met her eyes and remained silent.

Xuan Zhi thumped in her heart, bent her legs like a caterpillar and arched in front of the picture of mountains and rivers. She didn't show her worries, but smiled and comforted him: "It doesn't matter if there are bugs, it's very important in Lingzhi. It's common, not a serious illness, Master Lingzhi has many medicines and methods to prevent pests, and it will definitely cure you."

She knelt on the bed, straightened her waist, leaned forward and kissed his lips, and said softly: "Can you untie me, let me go in and have a look at you, I don't despise you as a bug."

Shen Tutao was still a little angry at first, but when she looked down at her sparkling eyes, she looked at herself with a pitiful expression and said that she didn't dislike him, the displeasure in her heart was vented all at once.

However, he still stretched out his hands to hold her face, emphasizing every word seriously: "There are no worms in the orphan, and there are no worms in the body."

Xuanzhi's eyes showed surprise, "You don't have worms? Then why do you look like you're dying of illness? You scared me to death!"

"Who told you to slander the orphans?" Shen Tutao snorted coldly, and removed the seal that bound her with a hooked hand.

"Isn't that just a guess, and I didn't say it must be right." Xuan Zhi rolled her eyes and glanced at him, "Then why are you itchy? Are you still itching?"

Shen Tutao had already ignored the itching in her body, but when she reminded her, she turned her attention back to her body, and immediately frowned, with an irritable expression on her face.

The two returned to the map of mountains and rivers together, and conducted a thorough inspection of the big peach tree, but they still couldn't find out why, so they had to give up for the time being.

The rain had stopped outside and the sky was still dark. His Majesty the Ghost Emperor was so itchy that he couldn't sleep, so he put on his clothes and wanted to go out.

He has a gloomy and irritable face, and when he stands there, he looks like a resentful ghost who can stop a child from crying at night. In order to prevent His Majesty from killing someone to vent his anger and cause any disaster, Xuanzhi rushed over and hugged him forcefully, "What are you doing out there? You can't rub against the tree, I can still scratch you if you stay here."

Shen Tutao hesitated for a moment, then fell down and pillowed on her lap, and said sullenly: "Then scratch it for me."

Xuanzhi scratched and rubbed him patiently, took the time to send out a few communication symbols, and asked who there were reliable spiritual planters.When the sky was dim, she received a reply letter, which listed five famous high-level spiritual plant masters in the cultivation world.

She brushed Shen Tutao's forehead hair, and when he opened his eyes to look over, she shook the letter in her hand and said, "Your Majesty, let's find a professional to show you."

High-level spiritual planters are as hard to find as famous doctors in the real world, and they are very sought-after.Whether it's a shop outside or a job in Xianmen, it's very difficult to ask for a meeting.

Xuanzhi was thinking about how to inquire into the situation of these spiritual planters and find a way to contact them.

Shen Tutao stretched out her hand, took a look at the letter paper from her hand, stood up and walked to the window, threw the letter paper out of the window, a shadow flashed past the window, and swept the letter paper away.

Xuan Zhi was puzzled: "What? Who did you throw the letter paper to?"

She walked forward quickly, and Shen Tutao pulled her into her arms again, and stuffed her hands under the robe, "Don't worry, just wait for them to come." He buried his head and rubbed against Xuan Zhi's shoulder, " You don't have to do anything, just continue to serve Gu."

Xuan Zhi rolled his eyes at him, and said in a tight voice, "Okay, Your Majesty." As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his waist and reached down, grabbing his buttocks.

Shen Tutao paused, Xuanzhi raised her eyebrows and smiled, the palm felt so good, she couldn't help rubbing it, "Your Majesty, is the concubine serving you well?"

Shen Tutao snorted, hugged her and walked in step by step. Xuan Zhi couldn't turn around, and was forced to follow his footsteps back, her legs were bent against the edge of the bed, and she was directly pushed into the bed.

"Very good, you can serve better." Shen Tutao bent one leg, half-kneeled on her body, grabbed her hand and pressed it against her tree branch through the silky nightgown.

Xuan Zhi's face was flushed, his eyes drooped, and he quickly raised his eyes to stare at him: "You don't itch anymore?"

Shen Tutao lowered her eyes condescendingly, her long messy hair hung down on her chest, her Adam's apple rolled down, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is something else to divert your attention, so it won't itch so much."