Su Bian Cultivation World

After helping Xie Chuncan to the guest room, tidying him up briefly, and putting him to sleep, Luo Jiujiang looked at Xie Chuncan's two brows that were still locked in his dream, feeling really depressed.

I should complain about the injustices that have happened, and I can't understand the hatred in this world.

The tea on the table in the guest room has long been cold, and the cold and astringent tea has a weird taste, but Luo Jiujiang doesn't care about this.He downed two cups of cold tea for himself, and splashed the last cup on his face as a relief from the alcohol.

Xie Chuncan still lay quietly on the couch and fell asleep, Luo Jiujiang shook off the quilt and tucked the edge of the quilt into his neck.The wide quilt covered the severed left arm, and the quilt piled up to the chin also covered the deep white scar on his throat, making him look like any sleeping person in the world, as if he was still there No, you don't have to experience any hardships yet.

He looked very tired indeed, not even the slight sound of water when Luo Jiujiang was drinking tea could make a Nascent Soul cultivator's consciousness react, and he never even turned over with a dream.

And in his underlying thoughts, he really believed in Luo Jiujiang, and regarded the place where his dead friend was as a resting place for tired birds to nest.

He has been hunted down and assassinated in the past five years. Not to mention the human voice while drinking tea, even the sound of a leaf falling can make Xie Chuncan tense up vigilantly.

However, just now Luo Jiujiang hugged him, carried him to the bed and pulled the quilt to cover him, tucking the quilt in the middle and even slipping over the vital part of his neck several times.No matter how light Luo Jiujiang's hands and feet were, Xie Chuncan was still soundly awake under the contact of this fatal movement.

The home he remembered when he was a child has long been wiped out in blood and flames, but in the days to come, he may be able to have a new home.

Luo Jiujiang tiptoed out of the guest room and closed the door for Xie Chuncan.

And Xie Chuncan had been sleeping curled up in a ball under the warm quilt, the quilt rose and fell regularly with his breathing, a strand of hair on his forehead slipped down from time to time and was blown away by his breath.

After years of fatigue and depression, he finally got a good night's sleep today.

Luo Jiujiang strolled into the yard, thinking of Xie Chuncan in the guest room behind him, and the blood feuds that entangled him in the first half of his life.Originally, there was a hint of worry in his expression, but when he saw the yard that had been tidied up, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but come back to his senses, and his brows loosened unconsciously.

"Qianling?"

The courtyard had obviously been cleaned, and the fragments of wine jars and cups that had been smashed by them were swept up by the aura and returned to the corner together with the long table.

Han Qianling stood with arms folded in the center of the courtyard, as if waiting for Luo Jiujiang.There was a slight smile on his face, and there was a paint bucket at his feet.

Han Qianling raised his chin, pointed in the direction of the courtyard wall, and said with a helpless smile, "Look at what you've done."

The snow-white courtyard wall was originally smooth and flat, but under the moonlight, it was even more gratifying.But now there are wine stains and knife marks on it, and there are still a few fragments of rough pottery nailed in the cracks of the bricks. People who don't know it will think that some tragedy happened here.

If the courtyard wall had a spirit, Xie Chuncan and Luo Jiujiang had ruined it so mercilessly, they would definitely cry a lot.

Luo Jiujiang coughed, looking at the wall himself, he didn't think it was very decent.Then Han Qianling bent over and threw something to Luo Jiujiang as he lifted it and shook his hand.

Luo Jiujiang probed and found out that it was a brush.

"Come on." Han Qianling resigned, "Tonight, the two of us will be together."

Luo Jiujiang pinched the brush, looked over and over again, and felt a little relieved, and felt like laughing for a while.

Han Qianling had already walked to the wall without complaint, and wiped off the wine stains and knife marks on the wall with spiritual energy, revealing the dusty interior.

"Qianling, what's the matter with you." Luo Jiujiang held back a smile and moved closer to him, "Why do you always paint walls?"

"..." Han Qianling looked back helplessly, and finally turned his head slightly, and touched Luo Jiujiang's with his forehead.

"Good question." Han Qianling said, "I also really want to know why you always have so many ways to make troubles, and finally you have to let people paint the wall?"

God is pitiful, counting today, Han Qianling has only painted the walls three times in his life, and he has never been able to break away from Luo Jiujiang.

As for the question of "why you are the only one who paints the wall" sounds like a back-and-forth nonsense--since Luo Jiujiang has been detained to paint the wall, can Han Qianling not accompany him?

Han Qianling's movements were quite neat and quick, and when he exchanged a few words with Luo Jiujiang, he had already scraped and smoothed most of the wall.

As the saying goes, once you are born, twice you are familiar.Now this is the third time that Han Qianling has painted the wall. In terms of quick hands and feet, he can go out and be a teacher for others.

He was also wearing the robes of the Lord of the Dragon Realm, embroidered with silver thread and gold, and a blue flying dragon surrounded his body, sticking out his head and claws among the clouds and mists.Even the three thin dark blue ring patterns on the cuffs, upon closer inspection, can be discerned to be made of some kind of embroidery that looks like dragon scales.

His clothes are so complicated and luxurious, and his demeanor is so handsome and aloof, but at this time he is not particular about his image, and he is rolling up his sleeves.Working is enough to be called hard-working, hard-working and earth-shattering.

This scene finally made Luo Jiujiang's conscience unbearable, and he cut off the remaining half of the wall by himself, as a help for him.

The two of them stood at one end of the wall, from the outside to the inside, and moved closer to the center from two directions. They swung their brushes and painted the wall.

Luo Jiujiang actually laughed heartlessly there: "You have grown so much taller, isn't it much easier to paint walls now than before?"

Han Qianling snorted and didn't answer him.

If it is said that he was dragged by Luo Jiujiang to paint the wall twice before, it was all in the past on Seven Islands.

The first time they painted a wall was when they were both young.At that time, Han Qianling had just been abducted back to Luo Family by Luo Jiujiang, and Han Qianling had not yet been assigned to a small courtyard adjacent to Luo Jiujiang, and of course there was no secret door opened between the two courtyards.

At that time, although Luo Jiujiang still had the habit of not relying on human hands for everything, but after all, he was still young, and there would always be two maids, maids, and old ladies in the room.

When the courtyard door is closed at night, it will be locked after Xu time. If there is no urgent need to knock on the door, the three large locks will not be opened. It not only locks the people outside the door, but also locks the people inside the door. .So Luo Jiujiang had to go over the wall every night to find Han Qianling.

The backyard wall is low, and the ordinary maids in the clan have no cultivation level. Seeing Luo Jiujiang tuck a pillow in the quilt, he really thought that he was fast asleep.

In this way, Luo Jiujiang went out over the wall every night, and came back over the wall around Yinshi. Every night, he chatted with Han Qianling, learned tricks, or the two children did nothing and wrestled with cloth tigers under the quilt. Can play for half an hour.

If it hadn't been for the past three months, he kicked off a piece of the low wall in Luo Jiujiang's backyard back and forth, leaving most of the gray and black footprints on it, and I don't know that this matter could have been hidden until the year of the monkey.

After the Dongchuang incident, Mrs. Luo made the decision to change Han Qianling to the small courtyard next to Luo Jiujiang, and invited someone to open the gates of the two courtyards.However, as a result of mischief, Luo Jiujiang was finally sentenced to paint the wall once.

Regarding this result, Han Qianling would naturally not stand by and watch, and of course he would help.

——Until now, when there are guests from the Luo Clan in Qidao who come to pay a visit, they will still be led behind the courtyard wall by the old servant at home.The old servant patted the solid wall, proudly said: "Just this wall, Young Master Spirit Snake painted it with his own hands!"

Guest: "What?"

"The Lord of the Dragon World has also brushed!"

Guest: "Huh?!"

Of course, Luo Jiujiang will not know the details of these episodes.

As for the second wall painting, it was naturally Luo Jiujiang's fault.

It is unavoidable that some teenagers in Qidao will have broken mouths. Twelve or thirteen years old is just the time when they just know something, but they half understand it, and they want to show that they understand it everywhere.

Once when Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling came to visit as guests, there was such a group of cheap-mouthed dudes who talked about their relationship in a crooked manner.

Luo Jiujiang is a young genius and the young master of the Luo family. They still have three points of virtue. As for Han Qianling, who is beautiful and rarely gets along with people, he is given all kinds of malicious speculations along with his background. .

Luo Jiujiang almost drew his sword at first, but when he heard the word "Luohong", he was completely angry and laughed back.

It just so happened that there was a special pigment made from red algae on Seven Islands. Luo Jiujiang got a bucket and grabbed the backs of the necks of these people one by one. After soaking their faces in the bucket, they slapped them all over wall.

What is falling red, falling red!He wants to let these ignorant bastards see why the flowers are so popular!

The final visual effect became quite horrifying. At least the family members of that family screamed in fright when they came to invite the young masters to the front hall for dinner, almost thinking that a murder had occurred here.

This incident was quite ugly, but firstly, it was their family who spoke rudely first, and secondly, the young master of the Luo family who had a higher status said: "Sorry for destroying a good wall, I will paint the wall for you to apologize.", then What else could they do with Luo Jiujiang?

Even if he kept saying "No need, no need." Luo Jiujiang still came to the door with a paint bucket, and repainted the wall full of human faces.

During this period, the teenagers who washed their faces didn't have a long memory, and ran over to see the joke about Luo Jiujiang painting with his own hands, but Luo Jiujiang pointed to the face marks on the wall and read them one by one.

They were angry and ashamed, they jumped and stomped, and finally they didn't dare to say a word to Han Qianling.

Thinking of the past, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but bend his eyes.Now that I think back on the unsavory and obscene words of those teenagers, I can really pick out one or two sentences that are audible.

For example...

At this time, the two of them had already brushed from the left and right ends to the middle, and when the two brushes touched each other, Luo Jiujiang could reach Han Qianling's ear by turning his head.

The two looked at each other with clear eyes, knowing that they were thinking about the same thing.

"The child bride of the Luo family?" Luo Jiujiang jokingly laughed, "Although they are cheap, they really expected one thing, didn't they?"

Han Qianling also lowered his eyes and smiled: "If you say yes, then it is."

——He never liked to take advantage of others.

——For cheap things, he just reached out to take them.

The brush was thrown back into the bucket, and the lime slurry quickly covered the brush handle. Obviously, it would be impossible to read it again, but no one cared about it at this time.

Han Qianling pressed Luo Jiujiang into his arms, and listened to the light breathing of the man buried in his neck, and the teasing sentence after sentence, and slowly smiled.

After so many days, Luo Jiujiang finally became happy.

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The next morning, Xie Chuncan woke up from a hangover, and as soon as he stepped out of the guest room, he saw a clean and tidy courtyard and a flat, white snow wall. He doubted his memory for a while.

In his early years, he had been suspicious of ghosts and ghosts in the dead, and the life on the tip of the knife for many years had aggravated his suspicion.Xie Chuncan glanced at it, and his heart sank immediately, thinking that I have been tricked by someone again, was the puff up before me a phantom array or a misty fragrance?

When he approached the wall cautiously, he took a closer look: it was wet and freshly painted!

Xie Chuncan: "... Oh my god." Who did it, what did he do so quickly to paint the wall, it almost scared half his life.

He is actually fine at the moment. After a while, the window of the master bedroom was opened, and I saw a certain man who was also hungover, lying lazily on a bamboo couch, surrounded by a very virtuous, beautiful, and beautiful woman. The right hand gentleman fed fruit and tea again, and Xie Chuncan really felt that his heart was full of verbs.

Xie Chuncan: "... Oh!!!" Who is the one who broke half of his arm, who is it! ! !

Congratulations brother Xie, congratulations brother Xie.Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, the enemies who used to face each other to the death still managed to maintain a high degree of spiritual unity.

Congratulations, great news.

……

Feng Xue just woke up in the morning and was dressing up when she suddenly heard a few taps on the window lattice.

She wondered, "Who is it?", and got up to push open the window.Then, when she was caught off guard, she suddenly saw an old face that she had not seen for many years.

Xie Chuncan was leaning against the window, with a hangover-like lazy expression on his face, his eyes slightly squinted, and there was a faint evil spirit from when he chased her and Xiao Ren in the old days.

"Good morning." Xie Chuncan said.

Xiao Ren rushed out from the back room when he heard the movement, and stood three steps away from the two of them.

For the first time, she did not hear Xie Chuncan's voice and stabbed with the sword, but murmured: "You are back."

"Well, I'm back."

The audio books are absolutely five years old, and I return home to wash the guest robes.