Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

As Ji Wuchen is the head of a sect, he is currently preparing for war and has a lot of affairs.

Before Sharan finished cleaning up here, he received a reply message, asking him to go to the main peak to discuss how to deal with Xia Ran.

Ji Wuchen immediately left the hall and came to the main peak.

The Upper Puritan Church is headed by Ji Wuchen, and there are seven elders under him. These eight people are important figures in the entire Upper Puritan Church and even the entire decency, but they are gathered together at this moment, and their faces are red from arguing.

"I don't agree!" An elder with a white beard patted the table heavily: "What's the difference between asking that evil person to deal with the demons, and setting himself on fire!"

It was Elder Ji who was speaking. He had always had a bad impression of Xia Lang because he always stole his peaches back then. He had an explosive temper and didn't dare to get angry at Ji Wuchen, but he didn't have any anger at a junior. So much to worry about.

"But, there is no other way now..." Another fat elder wondered.

This fat elder is Meng Yu's master, the first elder among the seven elders, and he is gentle and cautious.

"Let me tell you," Elder Ji snorted coldly: "He is the real devil! We were going to open the Qingling Pagoda, but he, who has been dead for nearly 1000 years, suddenly popped out of the tower! Isn't it a monster? What is it? "

"But, it is true that he exterminated the ninth-level monster today... If it wasn't for him, how could we retreat like this today?" Another elder also said.

But some elders retorted: "Who knows if they are in collusion to lower our vigilance?"

Seeing that the topic had developed into an uncontrollable direction, the Great Elder hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, now is not the time to quarrel, Sect Leader, what do you think?"

Ji Wuchen is actually the youngest among them in terms of seniority, but he has the highest cultivation level, and as the head of the sect, no one dares to underestimate him.

Ji Wuchen had been sitting in the first seat just now, watching the elders below quarrel, but he didn't say a word.

Now that the Great Elder asked him something, he paused for a moment, and waited until all the voices gradually subsided before speaking, his voice was as flat as water.

The elders below him were either outraged or sad.

Only him, a perfect handsome face as if carved from pure white jade, with no expression on it, only the reflection of the hall can be reflected in a pair of clear eyes, anyone can see clearly what is in his eyes, because inside, a It doesn't matter, like a real fairy.

"Now, none of us can defeat the Demon Cult."

As soon as this sentence came out, the only quarrel that was left just now disappeared.

What Ji Wuchen said is right, in the whole world, except for Xia Lang, only Ji Wuchen can fight against a ninth-order monster.

Although one of the ninth-level monsters was wiped out by Xia Lang today, they don't know how many ninth-level monsters there are in the Demon Cult.

And the legendary tenth-order demon god...

But Ji Wuchen was trapped in the Puritan Church and could not move freely. Once the Demon Cult was rampant, it would be a catastrophe if the monsters were allowed to wreak havoc in the mortal world.

"It's still half a month," Ji Wuchen added after seeing that everyone was quiet, "My restriction will be lifted."

Ji Wuchen, who undid the restriction, was invincible except for the demon god Manyou.

After recovering from a serious injury thousands of years ago, Ji Wuchen's cultivation has risen to a new height.

"We just have to wait for half a month."

When Ji Wuchen returned to the Shangqing Hall, he was already carrying the moonlight.

Even though it was agreed not to attack Xia Lang for the time being, there were still many complicated battle details that Ji Wuchen needed to confirm. When he raised his head, night had already fallen.

He flew back to the Shangqing Hall from the main peak, and he could see the light in the Shangqing Hall from a distance, and the shadows imprinted on the clear white marble wall, faintly and vaguely.

This is a very uncommon experience for Ji Wuchen, he has advanced cultivation, can see at night, and the Shangqing Hall has not lit candles for many years.

When he stepped into the hall, he saw Xia Ran sitting at the table in the hall, looking at him with a smile.

"Master, come and taste it, have my skills regressed?"

Ji Wuchen took a closer look, and there were three dishes and one soup on the table, and two bowls of rice as white as jade, with a faint aura flowing on it, one could tell it was not ordinary.

Xia Lang doesn't know how long he has been waiting, but fortunately he has a high level of cultivation, and the food is still steaming: "I haven't been here for a thousand years, and the food warehouse has also changed places. The disciple went to several places to inquire about it." , time is a bit tight, I only made three dishes and one soup, I don’t know if Master likes it or not.”

The material warehouse Sharon mentioned is actually the warehouse where the Puritanism stores spiritual things. He always liked to cook for Ji Wuchen in the past. He knew that Ji Wuchen had already fasted, but he would still be someone who is suitable for cultivating immortals. Edible spirit plant spirit beast meat.

Ji Wuchen walked over, didn't take a seat, just looked at the dishes, frowning slightly.

Nonsense, he can tell that the raw materials of these dishes are all five or six-order spiritual plants and spirit beasts, which can be regarded as treasures in the church, but Xia Lang used them to cook!

"I've been bigu for many years, these...you can use them yourself." Just as Ji Wuchen finished speaking, Xia Lang, who was about to serve Ji Wuchen a bowl of soup, froze in mid-air.

As if he was not used to such an atmosphere, Ji Wuchen frowned even more, he no longer wanted to stay here and get along awkwardly with Xia Lang: "I have something to do in the church today, I won't come back tonight, you can rest on your own .”

After speaking, he directly made a decision and disappeared from the hall, leaving Xia Lang with no possibility of tracking him down.

Xia Lang was holding the bowl, and froze in place, his face was still the joyful expression when he saw Ji Wuchen just now, frozen in an instant.

Ji Wuchen hurried to the cave where he often practiced, but he was at a loss for what to do.

The reason just now was just an excuse. Ji Wuchen was not as calm as he seemed when he saw his apprentice again after a thousand years.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

He once cherished Sharan so much, and finally put him in the dungeon with his own hands, because he committed an unforgivable crime.

For thousands of years, the demon gods have returned to their thrones, and the demon clan has reappeared, and the cultivation world has arduously supported them, so that they can barely keep the mortal world behind them from being ruined.

Even Ji Wuchen couldn't cover up such a serious crime. Even though he asked Xia Lang many times why he did this, Xia Lang refused to say anything.

Ji Wuchen had guessed whether Xia Lang was accidentally deluded by the demon god when he entered Qingling Lake, and made such a serious mistake—but he still didn't seem to have any intention of repenting after seeing Xia Lang imprisoned for thousands of years It can be said that more than half of the reasons for the current predicament in the cultivation world are due to Xia Lang, and Xia Lang dared to talk to Ji Wuchen from the perspective of a benefactor, and even made such disrespectful demands on himself , Ji Wuchen couldn't help feeling angry.

He meditated in the cave for a while, but he still couldn't calm down. Finally, he made a decision and opened the water mirror.

What is shown in the water mirror is Sharan's every move in the hall.

He saw that Xia Ran stood there without recovering for a long time after he left.

I don't know how long it took, until the food was almost cold, before he restrained his smile and filled himself with a bowl of soup.

Sha Lang sat alone on the huge dining table, slowly raised his chopsticks, and began to eat by himself.

He ate quickly and a lot, as if he had been hungry for a long time.

It also seems that I want to pretend to be two people eating.

Sharon even opened a bottle of wine, filled the empty glass opposite, and drank it all by himself.

Three dishes, one soup, two bowls of rice, he ate almost the same.

There was a mess of cups and plates at the table, as if two old friends who had a very happy conversation.

However, after all, the person sitting at the table is still alone.

Something different still overflowed from his eyes and fell into his bowl, breaking the illusion.

It's tears.

Ji Wuchen didn't know what kind of obsession it was, but he kept watching Xia Lang finish his meal silently, and clean up the messy table by himself.

After eating, Xia Lang sat at the dining table in a daze for a while, his eyes fell on the decoration of the main hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't know where his eyes fell, because this place was no longer the Shangqing Palace he was familiar with, but a completely strange place.

The night is getting late, it's time to rest.

However, Ji Wuchen did not put away his water mirror for a long time, watching Xia Lang start to change clothes and prepare to rest.

Xia Ran walked to the bed, untied the belt around his waist, and took off his coat and middle coat one by one.

When the jacket was taken off, most of Xia Lang's neck, which was as white as jade, could be seen exposed.

Xia Ran didn't know that anyone was looking at him, and he didn't shy away from taking off his clothes.

Stepping on the stripped plain clothes with snow-white slender feet, Xia Ran began to untie his underwear.

Needless to say about Xia Lang's appearance, the thousand years of not seeing the sun and the moon in the Qingling Pagoda did not make his skin pale and colorless, but a little more clear like jade like the color of the Qingling Pagoda.

Putting his white fingers on the neckline, Xia Ran slowly unbuttoned his inner shirt, revealing a lot of spring.

Such a beauty undressing is enough to make any mortal's heart flutter.

Even Ji Wuchen moved his eyes unnaturally.

When he turned around again, Xia Lang had already changed his clothes, but instead of walking towards the bed he had made on the floor in the afternoon, he walked towards Ji Wuchen's bed.

Ji Wuchen's things are as simple as his people, a jade pillow, a bed, nothing else.

Sharan's hands descended from the bedpost one by one, and finally landed on the pillow.

Xia Lang touched the jade pillow, then leaned his head on it, and pressed his face against the cold jade pillow, as if he felt Ji Wuchen's breath remaining on it.

"Master." Xia Lang murmured to himself.

Ji Wuchen couldn't bear to watch anymore, turned off the water mirror with a wave, forced himself to calm down, and began to retreat.

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