Heavenly practice

The small black house that Shen Zhuo had expected collapsed, he sneered, thinking about the house that had been dead for ten thousand years, he couldn't play with ghosts and animals.

He shook the chains on his feet, leaned against the wall and looked at Long Xiang in the water mirror.

Fortunately, it is complete, but just looking at that pale little face, you can guess how much pain you have suffered.

"It's pathetic, but still handsome like that, isn't it?"

Shen Zhuo said to the maid standing outside the door.

The maid laughed dryly, but she didn't dare to agree with her. She was just joking, and the venerable knew that she would be beaten to death. Before she had to bite the bullet and call the venerable father, she had already gone through life and death.

"Is he much prettier than your father?"

"..."

The maid's face froze, "That's what Master Xuanyu ordered, but I'm not actually..."

"I know, how is Xuanyu now?"

"... was fined and confinement."

"I can rest assured that."

"..."

Shen Zhuo wanted to know that Xuanyu didn't welcome him back, but he didn't care.

"Girl, can you deliver a letter for me?"

"can."

Shen Zhuo was slightly surprised, "Really?"

The maid nodded with a smile, "Yes, anyway, His Majesty will read it first."

"..."

Shen Zhuo curled his lips, "If he doesn't like the content, he can't send it, right?"

The maid nodded, "Yes."

"alright."

Shen Zhuo raised his hand to draw a Taoist talisman, moved his lips slightly, and sent a sound transmission jade talisman to the maid, "Send it to the sky and clouds in the virtual world."

The maid nodded with unchanged expression, turned and left.

Shen Zhuo continued to look at Long Xiang in the water mirror, his eyes flickered across the silver light, and the next moment his consciousness appeared in a dark cave.

In the depths of the cave, a group of never-extinguished crimson flames burned, and a human figure could be faintly seen in the flames, burning and reshaping the body, over and over again, for a hundred years.

Shen Zhuo's consciousness transformed into a human form, passed through the raging fire of Nirvana, and stood in front of the blood-stained youth.

The flame that had been burning for a hundred years gradually went out, and the young man with disheveled hair slowly raised his head, looking at the black-haired young man in front of him, his muddy eyes gradually burst into brilliance.

He raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty and smiled, "You're here..."

Shen Zhuo let out a long breath, and stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead, "The demonic nature in your body has been burned out, sorry for being late."

"Ha ha……"

Long Xiang shook his head with a smile, the wound on his body healed, vaguely revealing the handsome appearance of that year, "Why are you late when you come?"

"Void Realm Heaven will come to pick you up within three days."

"What about you?"

"I?"

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "I am naturally where I should be."

"When will I see you again?"

"Wait until you ascend."

"Are you okay?"

"well."

Long Xiang's hands grew skin, he reached out to touch Shen Zhuo's hair, his eyes were gentle, "That's good."

Shen Zhuo smiled slightly, "Live well."

The next moment he opened his eyes and returned to that room, where Chang Ming stood by the window with his hands behind his back.

Shen Zhuo went to the table and poured a cup of tea, took a sip, "To show my sincerity, I asked Xu Jingtian to invite Yunqin to come to Santu Peak to pick him up, and you just let him go when the time comes."

"By the way, there is one more, where is Qin Huang?"

Shen Zhuo put down his teacup, his expression indifferent, "When will he come to see me?"

"do not know."

"He's hiding."

"I saw him kill Xue Junmi."

"Xue Jun's life-seeking card is still there."

Life card?

Shen Zhuo raised his head in surprise, "Did you make a fate card for him?"

Chang Ming turned his back to him and said nothing.

Shen Zhuo quietly bent his mouth, his tone was still cold and firm, "You always do the things about Daxia and Tianming Pavilion, right?"

"So what?"

"..."

Inexplicably, Shen Zhuo heard a bit of stiffness from the cold tone, and suddenly he felt better, "Why don't you tell me about that Jiang Zhi."

Chang Ming: "..."

There was silence for a long time and there was no sound. Shen Zhuo looked over suspiciously and raised his voice, "Why, don't you want to tell me?"

The body of the person standing by the window tensed up again, Chang Ming turned around and looked at him with dim eyes.

Shen Zhuo looked at him leisurely, with an attitude of listening.

"she……"

Chang Ming uttered one word coldly, stared at him closely, and then uttered two more words, "Jiang Zhi..."

Shen Zhuo frowned suddenly, "Are you stuttering?"

Chang Ming's expression turned pale immediately, and he looked at him coldly.

Shen Zhuo touched his nose, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm locked up, can't I have a little temper?"

As soon as the aura of the demigod fell, he said stiffly, "I will let you go."

Shen Zhuo became interested, "Oh? When?"

Seeing his happy look, Changming's aura became cold again, "3 years."

Shen Zhuo: "..."

In 3 years, the New Year's Eve dinner is cold, okay?

"Cloudy and foggy environment..."

"Ok?"

"It's fixed."

"so?"

Shen Zhuo didn't quite understand why he suddenly mentioned this, his eyes widened in surprise, "Do you want me to pay?"

"..."

The demigod left.

Looking at the empty room, Shen Zhuo suddenly burst into a "puchi" laugh, humming a song in a good mood, suddenly remembered something, and looked out the window at a cloud of mountains and mist.

"Am I still in that half-divine temple on Santu Peak?" He asked.

The maid stood there outside the door, glanced over coldly, "Can't you read it yourself?"

"I don't think so."

Shen Zhuo asked without looking back, "Aren't you locked up?"

The face of the "maid" became even uglier, and she snorted coldly, revealing another look.

Shen Zhuo looked back, slightly disgusted, "It's only been more than 100 years, yet you have three crow's feet."

"..."

Xuanyu gritted her teeth, "Are you looking for death?"

Shen Zhuo propped his chin on the window sill in an enchanting posture, "Come on, come on~"

Xuanyu: "..."

She stared at him coldly, "Sooner or later, I will kill you with a large formation."

Shen Zhuo smiled like a flower, "Your Majesty is reluctant."

"Shameless, bah!"

Xuanyu turned around and left without taking a step in.

Shen Zhuo's smile faded slightly, he looked helplessly at the ankle chain, and sighed, "How the hell do I have to take a shower and change clothes..."

Three days later, Shen Zhuo watched Yun Qin take away the unconscious Long Xiang in the water mirror. Chang Ming didn't show up at all during the whole process, and Xuan Yu handed him over. The scene was very strange.

However, before leaving, Yunqin left an inexplicable sentence, "North of Lingshan Mountain, there is a stone under Yinyu Pavilion."

Xuanyu told this to her lord, and then her lord stood in front of Shen Zhuo's bed at night, Shen Zhuo turned over in the middle of the night and almost died of fright when he opened his eyes.

"You know, you almost scared Tiandao to death." Shen Zhuo sat up and looked at him indifferently.

Chang Ming's back was facing the moonlight outside the window, blocking all the light, his whole face was hidden in the darkness and no expression could be seen.

Shen Zhuo's heart beat faster, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "...what's wrong?"

The person in the darkness didn't say a word, and suddenly reached out and touched his neck.

Shen Zhuo's back felt cold, and he woke up instantly, this movement almost became his shadow.

"long……"

Before he could say a word, he froze there, his eyes terrified - he was imprisoned in his consciousness.

Shen Zhuo looked up angrily, but was pinned back on the bed by his wrist.

His deep purple eyes stared into his soul like ice-cold crystals.

The familiar Leng Xiang wrapped his whole body, and Shen Zhuo's whole body tensed up, urging Shen Yuan to regain his freedom, but he was tightly imprisoned under someone.

"Are you sick?" He gritted his teeth and glared.

"What do you mean by Yunqin's words?" the person on him asked.

Shen Zhuo looked slightly stagnant and did not answer.

"You can turn into a human being and hold back, and you can turn into a beast to plan secretly."

Chang Ming rubbed his lips with his fingers, "What are you plotting when you show up this time?"

Shen Zhuo was startled, and then sarcastically said, "What do you have for me to plan?"

"My love and hate."

Chang Ming lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, "As Tian Dao, you can like so many people, but I only have one for tens of thousands of years."

Shen Zhuo looked at the other person's eyes firmly, "Say it again."

Chang Ming tore open his skirt, kissed his neck, the cold temperature made Shen Zhuo subconsciously tremble, and goosebumps stood on end.

"But you don't care at all..."

"Who said I... hiss!"

He lowered his head and bit Shen Zhuo's collarbone, and Shen Zhuo frowned in pain.