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Cheng Qianren didn't know about this, he was still suffering from Zhuliu's schizophrenia.

I sent a letter to Nanyuan College ten days ago, and Vice President Hu's reply letter arrived today. The answer is extremely short: "I have little talent and learning, and I can't help you. I wish you all the best and return to your hometown as soon as possible."

——I can't solve the problem you asked, so I would like to sympathize politely. By the way, I would like to ask you, when will you go back to Nanyuan to play.

Another letter was attached at the back, saying that Nanyuan College was about to resume classes, and he was too old to meet his ambitions. It's a pity that the great rivers and mountains have not been visited yet, so he begged to rest and return home.

Simply put, I quit my job and went to pursue poetry and travel far away.

Cheng Qianren could only sigh. Hu Yizhi acted cautiously all his life, and he was the least willing to get involved in disputes in the imperial capital or secret cases in the palace. He insisted that Nanyuan had no position, did not serve the imperial power, and was loyal to the truth.Who would have thought that fate would play tricks on others, and become the dean of Nanyuan and the prince of the empire.Mr. Hu's previous idea of ​​governing the hospital came to naught, and he simply put down his picks and planned to travel all over the world.

He continued to look down, and Hu Yizhi recommended his closed disciple to succeed as the vice president, bluntly saying that this son is talented, young and promising, and has already made a name for himself in Nanyang, so he will certainly not take on the heavy responsibility.Cheng Qianren thought to himself, with such a high evaluation, how sacred is it?

At the end of the letter, he saw a long-lost familiar name.That person is the only current resident of Cheng Mansion on Wensi Street - Zhong Shiliu.With such a best-effort strategy, I have to lament Mr. Hu's scheming.

Nanyuan couldn't give a solution, and Jiange's collection mainly focused on sword formulas, so it couldn't be of much help.Fortunately, there is no unparalleled path, and Cheng Qianren was reminded by Wen Le that in the palace library, he found the magic books left by his cheap father and ancestors.

It was late at night, and the library was brightly lit.Cheng Qianren was sitting on the floor flipping through books, leaning against the bookshelf with his legs crossed, his dress crumpled into a ball, and he had no image.This place is protected by a formation, and only the blood of the royal family can enter.

He didn't want to go back to the dormitory tonight, didn't want to face his brother, and would rather sit here on the cold floor.I hope to calm down for a few days, so that I can extinguish my obsessed animal thoughts.

Just as his mind gradually calmed down and the pages of the book were turning faster and faster, a voice sounded from behind:

"These heretics are just for collection and enjoyment. No monarch is obsessed with this way!"

Cheng Qianren stood up abruptly, gripping the long sword tightly.Booklets were scattered all over the place.

They stare at each other across the bookshelf.

The old man's attitude was natural, as if he had never beaten anyone last night: "They are very dangerous. If they accidentally go into a psychic state, they will easily break their martial veins, become confused, become stupid, or even explode to death."

If the 'soul splitting and incarnation technique' is still a sideways method, the 'spiritualization technique' is already a crooked sorcery, not to mention that Cheng Qianren still has a book of the 'moving soul technique' which violates the law of heaven.

He explained: "I'm not going to practice..."

The other party seems to be worried that he will go astray.Forget it, he didn't want to argue with a muddleheaded old man who couldn't explain the reason and couldn't fight.

The old man pointed to the 'moving soul technique': "Hand it over."

Before the words were finished, only the breeze rustled, and the book passed through the gap between the bookshelves and flew into the old man's hands like a living being.

Cheng Qianren thought to himself, I also know the tricks of fetching things from a distance, can't everyone talk more civilly, and have to show off their skills?

He waited for the old man to speak the truth, but the old man turned around and left, stepping into the shadow of the bookshelf.

Cheng Qianren caught up: "Don't you have anything else to say to me!"

There was no one around.

"Why did you come to see me!"

"How did I 'die'!"

"who I am!"

The voice echoed in the empty library, but no one answered.

Come is empty talk, go extinct.

The prince was busy with political affairs during the day, read all night at night, went back to the palace at dawn and hurriedly changed his clothes before leaving. The practitioner was full of energy and did not feel tired.

On the third day, after sorting out his notes, he finally decided to face his younger brother.Just stepped into the palace door at night, and suddenly heard the sentence "You still know how to come back", and then watched Zhuliu, I suddenly felt guilty that my husband was scolded by his wife for coming home late.

The younger brother was combing his hair in front of the mirror, wearing a soft and light white undershirt, with blue hair like waterfalls, covering his shoulders and back.

Zhuliu knew what Cheng Qianren was doing and when he would come back.He doesn't like to make such a gesture, but in order to have the aesthetic feeling of "IKEA IKEA" and satisfy the other party's desire to protect, he can endure some minor details.

"I, I've been busy with business." Cheng Qianren pulled him to sit in front of the table, and put a robe on him: "Xiaoliu, this matter is very important, come and answer a few questions for me. About you and... Chaoge Que."

"Just ask."

Cheng Qianren didn't expect it to be so easy, and immediately took out the notebook from his sleeve: "When you clashed, apart from the feeling of being torn apart, did the Dharma body feel any headache, shortness of breath, or heart palpitations?"

"Have."

Cheng Qianren took notes: "Tell me carefully."

Zhu Liu smiled and said: "Last time in the small world, he controlled Chao Ci and stabbed me with a sword in front of your face. Of course it hurts."

"...The next question, is there a moment when you suddenly feel that the other party is an inseparable part of you, and you should be connected with each other and become one."

Without hesitation, Zhuliu said, "No."

Cheng Qianren crossed out the question.

Zhuliu was amused by his serious look.

"Don't laugh. Next, besides competing for the Dharma Body, do you have any other conflicts?"

"He's jealous of me."

"envy?"

"Yeah, he's a monster with no normal feelings, but he's jealous of my brother's love because he has nothing. No one in the world loves him."

Cheng Qianren endured a sense of shame and finished taking notes, and then put a question mark: "Well... this is just your guess."

Zhuliu smiled and did not refute.

"Will you compromise and cooperate because of something or to achieve a certain goal?"

Zhuliu thought for a while: "Yes."

"What kind of thing was that? Try to describe it."

Zhu Liu looked at his brother's defenseless expression, and his eyes fell on his overlapping collar.My brother is not good at putting on dresses, so I take care of him every morning by myself.If you take off the belt of the outer robe and peel off the inner garment like a gift, you can touch a well-proportioned body with smooth waistline, firm muscles and strength.The practitioner has strong self-healing ability, but there are still faint scars on his body.It is a witness of a fierce battle and fighting all the way.

If you can touch every scar on his body, clasp his five fingers holding the sword, kiss him to irrigate him, let him reach the limit, and cry out with red eyes...

Zhu Liu licked his lips lightly, and whispered: "You don't want to know."

Cheng Qianren said seriously: "We are treating diseases, not joking, it is very important."

"I refuse to answer."

Cheng Qianren was stunned, alarm bells rang in his heart, maybe this was the opportunity for Zhuliu and Chaogeque to merge, and he couldn't let it go.

He shows [-] points of patience and persuasiveness: "It's not easy to face your heart, but you have to pass this level."

Zhu Liu lowered his eyes: "When you're not here, this palace is cold and without a trace of popularity, I don't like it."

It was this soft coquettish sound again, and Cheng Qianren trembled all over, feeling a tingling sensation.Then he scolded himself for being obsessed with ghosts, and hurriedly calmed down.

"We can change places and let you relax."

He tentatively took Zhu Liu's hand and touched his palm, "Let's go."

The next moment, his five fingers were firmly grasped, and the shimmering light shone like a firefly.

Zhuliu opened the small world, and the moment the light surged, he saw his brother's smile.

I don't know why, but my heart feels cold.

***

In August, the red sun in the world is scorching, and the trees are verdant.There are no four seasons in the snowy area, but the linden tree outside the black pagoda has grown more lush and dense.

Bo Xun believes that it is the presence of Lin Duzhi that makes this place warm.

As long as Fozi stood by the window, the ravens would chirp and hop, as if they really regarded themselves as magpies and thrushes.Bo Xun hated them more and more.

Who doesn't like Lin Duzhi?

His clear eyes, slender fingers, peaceful breath, the faint smell of herbs in his sleeves, and the nostalgic warmth in his arms, no human or demon, or any real life form, can refuse.

I am the demon king who lives with the heaven and the earth, worthy of all the treasures in the world.Only I can have him.Bo Xun thought so.

Lin Duzhi had no intention of understanding his thoughts. During the day, he read the scriptures in the study, stretched out his hands to tease the ravens, and at night meditated under the glass roof of the black pagoda, bathing in the stars and moonlight.

As time went by, Bo Xun began to miss the past: "I saw you for the first time in front of the temple gate. You have not yet cultivated half of your golden body. You are so weak that I could crush you to death with one finger. Fortunately, I didn't kill you at that time. I don't regret it. But how happy you were at that time, why did you come here, but you didn't look like you were smiling."

One day, he gave Lin Du a mirror and said maliciously: "This is interesting, use it to look at the world and smile more."

Lin Duzhi frowned slightly: "Where did you get the holy object?"

The Demon King smiled and said, "You gave it to me in your second life, but unfortunately you don't remember it."

"That's not me. That person was also deceived by you."

"What you love and what I want, how can it be considered a lie?"

The author has something to say:

Lin Duzhi's indifferent face: I'm not this kind of heartthrob Su Lu.Lubuki also needs to teach the Basic Law.

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