Su Bian Cultivation World

Due to the frequent driving of strange beasts from the holy mountain to block the way, the original two-month itinerary was extended to half a year.

When Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling finally arrived at the foot of the holy mountain, their birthdays were approaching.

Seeing that the purpose of this trip was close at hand, not to mention Han Qianling, even Luo Jiujiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It may be because of listening to Dong Shuangyu's warning before the trip, in the past six months, Han Qianling not only overprotected Luo Jiujiang, but also felt a little out of place.

With Han Qianling's character, even if he is nervous and worried, and has things hidden in his heart, he will never make a move to ask about his health every day and circle around Luo Jiujiang.Compared with before, he just dealt with the strange beasts who came to block the way more neatly, and his attitude towards the spirit of the five elements has always been very indifferent.

If it were an outsider, they might not be able to see anything unusual about Han Qianling from the beginning to the end, but as a Taoist companion who grew up with Qianling since childhood, Luo Jiujiang would not ignore that almost half of Han Qianling poured himself into his body. The mind in oneself.

It doesn't mean that Han Qianling will stop Luo Jiujiang from fighting with strange beasts, nor does it mean that Han Qianling will be heartbroken every time Luo Jiujiang wears a color on his body, but he always follows Luo Jiujiang's eyes silently.

Perhaps it was during the battles that the holy mountain drove the strange beasts to drive them away, Han Qianling strengthened his belief that Luo Jiujiang was his only anchor.

The desire this time is not due to any desire or the uncontrollable young man's passion, but he needs Luo Jiujiang, just like a fish needs water, and a beast cannot leave the air.He and Luo Jiujiang are in the same mind, and sometimes it may not be necessary to say a word for most of the day, but as long as he can touch a little of Luo Jiujiang's skin, or even just twist a hairband of Luo Jiujiang, he can feel the love from the heart. calm.

Luo Jiujiang is indispensable to Hanqianling.

Maybe it was because of Han Qianling's cold face that could not be melted along the way, and the memory bonus. After Qi Liuliu followed them for a period of time, he automatically and consciously got into his own body to retreat , and vowed to imprison him for ten or eight years first.

But what makes Liuliu feel sad is that Luo Jiujiang did not keep him, but encouraged him to focus on strength. It is never wrong. He smiled for the first time.

"That's right, I can use my brains at last." Han Qianling commented.

Little Qi Liuliu was heartbroken, crying loudly, plunged into his chubby body, and secretly vowed that he would never come out if he was locked up for 80 years.

You will all miss me!Liu Liu sucked her nose with two tears in her mouth and thought: Without me by your side, you will all feel very lonely and regret it!

...Qi Liuliu who thought so, obviously didn't know that he entered the spirit of the five elements to concentrate on retreat, and after abandoning foreign objects, Han Qianling celebrated for the show, and used his body to perform another show for Luo Jiujiang on the spot football.

Luo Jiujiang was full of praise: "Qianling played really well."

...Fortunately, the spirit of the Five Elements didn't know about this movement, otherwise the 8000 years of retreat might not be enough for him to be sad.

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At this moment, Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling are approaching the foot of the holy mountain. Luo Jiujiang looked up at the whole holy mountain, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Previously, the holy mountain was covered by white snow and clouds, so it was still unclear.Now that I walk into it carefully, I feel that the whole mountain is full of good fortune and beauty, and it really deserves the title of "sacred".

I don't know if every piece of stone and dust that makes up the holy mountain is due to its spiritual energy dissipating and nourishing over the years. Even if the edges and corners are there, the outside is moist as if covered with a layer of paste, which looks quite crystal clear and lovely.

This layer of smooth and crystal-clear patina makes the holy mountain very distinctive among thousands of mountains - the brown rocks at the bottom reflect a layer of sunlight, which makes them light yellow and slightly burnt, as if freshly peeled zong leaves A large piece of glutinous rice chicken, the paste is as moist as rice milk; some green stones in the middle are also clear and green like jade, slightly rounder than the boulders at the bottom, and look like a cage of irregular shapes. Qingtuan, the red or brown inside that is faintly visible under the translucent outer skin, is stuffed with red bean paste, or salted egg yolk with red oil.

As for the top layer of thin clouds and snow-covered mountain peaks, it is even more clear and flawless, as if sharp rice rolls and cold cakes are piled high on a white jade plate, which makes people look forward to it.

Seeing this beautiful scenery, Luo Jiujiang's throat couldn't help rolling slightly.

Han Qianling knew him very well, just glanced at his fascinated expression, and immediately realized what Luo Jiujiang didn't say.

He glanced at the holy mountain and then at Luo Jiujiang, even if it was him, he couldn't help being a little dumb at this moment: "Jiujiang, you..." You can...

Luo Jiujiang came back to his senses, coughed lightly, and then praised: "Qianling, your mother is really a beautiful and beautiful mountain."

Han Qianling: "..."

Han Qianling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and after shaking his head back and forth a few times, he finally asked, "What are you thinking about? Let's eat together when you and I leave the Holy Land.

Luo Jiujiang pointed from bottom to top: "Glutinous rice chicken wrapped in rice dumpling, two-color Ai Qingtuan, white jade sausage powder and cold cake."

"...Okay, let's eat when the time comes." Han Qianling's expression was calm, his tone was calm, but his mood could not be calmed down for a long time: even at this time, Luo Jiujiang can still have the main food and the hard food among the three dishes There are also dim sum dishes, why don’t I see him so particular about matching when eating?

At this time, the two had reached the center of the entire holy land. Forced by the aura of the holy mountain, there were no strange beasts in this area, and naturally there were no strange beasts to block the way.This journey of nearly a hundred miles was a rare time for the two of them to be quiet.

Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling were shoulder to shoulder, fingers lightly held between the sleeves of their robes, silently appreciating the precious moments of leisure and relaxation accompanied by each other.Although neither of them opened their mouths, their affection and love flowed silently between them.

For monks of their level, a long distance of a hundred miles is a deliberate slow walk, but it only takes less than a cup of tea.Soon, the two stood at the foot of the holy mountain.

Han Qianling's fingers pressed slightly on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder.

Luo Jiujiang knew what he meant, followed his strength, and knelt down to the holy mountain together with Han Qianling.

When the two were still in Qidao, Luo Jiujiang was shocked when he heard the news of Chen's death, and hurried to find Han Qianling. He wanted to pay homage to Chen, but Han Qianling insisted on stopping him.

At that time, Qianling said to him: "There is no need to worship, and there is no need to kneel."

It took him two years before he realized that the Chen family was not Han Qianling's real mother.

As for now, it was time for him to bow down and thank him willingly.

Although Qianling has been suppressed by the holy mountain in front of him for thousands of years, even though the two of them were often blocked by strange beasts along the way, Luo Jiujiang still thanked the holy mountain from the bottom of his heart for giving birth to his Qianling, Let them have the opportunity to live under the same sky, and I am also grateful to the Holy Mountain for wiping away more than half of the hostility of the dragon soul in Hanqianling, so that he can wait until he sees himself.

The one who is with him now is not the orphan of the Dragon God, nor the disaster of the Three Thousand Worlds, and he does not need the messy titles of Suzaku Envoy and Shenxue Palace Master. He is just Qianling of Luo Jiujiang, and will always be.

Han Qianling kowtowed once and was about to get up, but Luo Jiujiang quickly pressed the back of his neck, and he showed a slightly surprised look: "What?"

Luo Jiujiang said with a smile: "Heaven and Earth have paid homage, so why don't you worship Gaotang?"

Han Qianling's eyes moved, and when he understood the meaning of Luo Jiujiang's words, he slowly bent the corners of his lips. At this moment, his face seemed to emit a luster comparable to pearls and jade, which was so beautiful and shocking.

"I want to worship."

So they kowtowed to the holy mountain.

After saluting this time, the two stood up holding hands. Luo Jiujiang rubbed Han Qianling's shoulders repeatedly, with a smile in his eyes: "We're so familiar, what should we do instead of bowing to each other?" Are things better?"

When he spoke, between the opening and closing of his lips, the tip of his reddish tongue brushed over his upper lip suggestively, Han Qianling took a heavy breath, and immediately leaned over to kiss her, and for a moment he was inseparable from Luo Jiujiang's body fluid.

When the two parted again, each of them was out of breath, their temple hair was disheveled, and their eyes were full of emotion, but they reined in the precipice.

Luo Jiujiang gently wiped the layer of water on his lips with his fingers, looked towards the direction of the holy mountain with a smile, changed the subject and said: "Just now we really worshiped the top of the mountain.

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"En." Han Qianling pursed her lips, didn't say much, and only called "Mother" when she turned around again.

This sentence should have been most appropriate when he just bowed down, but he said it now, obviously because he was too excited just now, and for a while he was only concerned about kissing Luo Jiujiang, and forgot about it.

If the holy mountain had a human form, he would definitely scold him for forgetting his mother when he had a lover; but even if the holy mountain had no human form, it would be enough for Han Qianling to drink a pot.

I don't know if it was in response to the "mother", there was a loud boom above the two of them, and the next moment a huge rock rolled down from the mountain, and the shadow was directly above the two of them's Tianling Gai.

Han Qianling raised his hand lightly, took the boulder next to him, and threw it to his side lightly and skillfully, his tone was still polite and even smiling: "Mom got angry again when she saw me."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

After all, he is an outsider, and it is not easy to intervene in the ecology of this mother and child that has been fixed for thousands of years.But he really couldn't bear to see Qianling being smashed again, and privately felt that the holy mountain was done very badly, so he simply diverted the trouble and brought the topic to himself.

Luo Jiujiang coughed and called out to his mother-in-law.

There was another rumbling sound from the holy mountain.

It's just that the sound this time was far clearer and more varied than the sound from the last boulder. Han Qianling originally wanted to pull Luo Jiujiang away, but when he heard the sound, he couldn't help but gasped slightly, and looked up.

I saw top-quality spirit stones the size of a white tiger's head rolling down from the top of the mountain, among which were mixed with tens of thousands of years of cold jade chalcedony and heart-grinding jade and many other small pieces.

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Han Qianling was a little relieved after being surprised, and when he turned his head to look at Luo Jiujiang, his smile became a lot more real, and he said briskly: "It seems that mother likes you quite a bit."

After thinking for a while, he suggested again: "Your name is mother-in-law, isn't it a little distant?"

Luo Jiujiang and him looked at each other, and Han Qianling's sinister intentions had been seen through - did Han Qianling really care what Luo Jiujiang called the Holy Mountain?What he cares about is other things, such as the relationship between the two people implied in that title.

But for Han Qianling's wish, when will Luo Jiujiang not follow him?

He smiled slightly, and called mother kindly.

This time, the entire hillside was filled with the sound of top-grade spirit stones rolling and pouring down.Even Han Qianling couldn't help being silent for a moment: "...you really like me, Jiujiang."

"But to Jiujiang, none of these things can compare to a plate of glutinous rice chicken that I personally bought for him." Han Qianling said to Shengshan with a smile.

"..."

As if being choked by the throat, the sound of Lingshi rolling stopped suddenly.

Then at the next moment, all the spirit stones that were on the mountainside and hadn't fully landed on the ground actually began to roll back to the top of the mountain twisted and crooked against the gravity of the Holy Land itself.

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Han Qianling: "..."

What, can it still be like this? !