I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

Qin Bufan's eyes faded from his personal color, You Qi just said straightly and even without squinting: "Jiang Daoyou, as far as I know, your cultivation base was refined before, and you were in the position of a master, but now..."

After a pause, it seemed that he really wanted to sort out his words, but Qin Bufan belonged to the same kind of people as the previous Changqin, and he hadn't exchanged much greetings with others. After struggling for a long time, he still told the truth, "I think your current cultivation level is not as good as that of the previous five. One-third, although I don't know what happened to you, but I think you..."

Master, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, my disciple will never hesitate to go up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire.

As soon as Jiang Luo raised his face and met his eyes, Qin Bufan immediately lowered his head and dared not look at him.

Jiang Luo shook his head indifferently: "I know, Wei Zhao has told me all these things too, but you also said it just now—the position of superior person." His ending sound was a bit long, as if he was dissatisfied with the word , "But I think since I can forget it, it means it's not important to me, not to mention that I don't really need the memories of the past, and I like the current way of life very much. Sometimes it's better to let nature take its course."

Don't be obsessed, kid, let us go.

Qin Bufan shrugged his eyebrows, opened his mouth but was blocked by Wei Zhao's eyes, he hesitated to speak.

Jiang Luo bowed his head slightly to salute, Qin Bufan turned pale with shock, and quickly returned to a higher level of etiquette, and when he raised his face again, there was no one in front of him.

Looking at the catkins floating in the air, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes—what happened to Master.

Wei Zhao brought him back in fear, until he saw him sitting on the bed | still couldn't calm down and took a deep breath: "Why did you go out all of a sudden?"

Jiang Luo didn't go to bed, just sat on the edge of the bed without looking at him, and said casually, "Wei Zhao."

Wei Zhao froze, standing in front of him at a loss: "Jiang...Jiang Luo, I..." He mustered up the courage to tell Jiang Luo all the facts, and even knelt down and begged him not to leave, but he hadn't yet. When he opened his mouth, Jiang Luo interrupted him mercilessly.

Jiang Luo sighed quietly: "Wei Zhao, what I just said is true."

Wei Zhao stared at him.

Jiang Luo didn't meet his eyes, and played with the hem of his shirt: "Wei Zhao, I think it's good now, I didn't think of it because I wanted to get back my memory, I just wanted to get the magic beads to improve your Physical fitness, and then we both go back, and find a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion. If you want to practice, we can also find a mountain with strong spiritual energy. If you want to find treasures, we can also go overseas. In short, we still have a lot of time. Things have to be done." He raised his face, his expressionless face seemed to be angry, and he seemed to be angry, "Wei Zhao, I hope you believe me, no matter what you did before, that is in the past, our most important thing It's now, it's later, isn't it..."

He hugged Wei Zhao who suddenly came up to him, rubbing against his chest like a big dog, hugged his head and followed his slightly messy hair, and said softly, "You still have so many things to do, don't you?" You have to look forward and backward and worry about me, Wei Zhao... If you don't want me to recover my memory, then I will never recover my memory."

After that day, Wei Zhao was still worried about gains and losses, but his focus was no longer on Qin Bufan, and he was not as shy about mentioning the past in front of Jiang Luo, and even gave some clues for Jiang Luo to help him analyze his own physique. .

Jiang Luo saw that he had finally let go of the burden in his heart, and his mood improved a lot, and he felt comfortable all over.

The day was sunny and the sky was clear, so he could go out to bask in the sun and kill bacteria if he had nothing to do.

In front of the budding flowers in the small yard, Jiang Luo half-bent over and took a deep breath tentatively, coughing violently, nearly choking on the saliva in his throat, and took two steps back. Trapped in a warm embrace.

Wei Zhao lifted up his sleeves and helped him wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes: "This is heather flower, it smells a little bit pungent, why do you deliberately smell it?"

This small courtyard has been unoccupied before, and a small medicine garden has been opened up in the backyard, where all kinds of exotic flowers and plants abound.Heather flower has the effect of nourishing yin and nourishing yang after being used as medicine, so it is not uncommon to be mixed with it. Even if you don't get close to it, the strange smell will be suppressed by other flowers and plants.

"How did I know that the smell is so strong when I get closer." He looked at the culprit with tears in his eyes, his face was slightly red, and he lay in Jiang Luo's arms and whispered to himself, "I just smell this smell so familiar, Want to make sure."

A gust of wind blew by, and there was a strong smell similar to the smell after two people were happy without getting close to the tip of the nose. Wei Zhao chuckled twice, hugged him tightly in his arms, pointed the tip of his nose to his face, and tried to use his body The faint fragrance of the heather hides this strange smell: "The smell of heather flower is quite strange when it is in flowering period. It is better to avoid it when you encounter it, otherwise it will easily cause physical discomfort."

Jiang Luo's eyeballs rolled around, and he poked his chest with his finger: "Then if you smell it too much, it will also cause physical discomfort."

Wei Zhao didn't expect that he would suddenly speak yellow, and he would be unable to speak if his breathing was stagnant for a while.

Jiang Luo smiled, pointed his finger at his nose, slipped his sleeve to reveal a small piece of white tender arm, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Then I...do I have the same smell."

Wei Zhao pursed his lips and lightly bit his fingertips: "No, your smell is much better than this."

Moist | Wetness rises along the fingertips, and the sticky feeling spreads directly to the heart.

Wei Zhao looked at his timid and shy little reaction, smiled, put his hands on his waist and kissed his lips.

Not to be outdone, Jiang Luo tried to respond with his face up, but unfortunately, his skills were too poor, and he was already weak before half a cup of tea, so he could only paralyze in Wei Zhao's arms and let the king ask for it.

His eyes were foggy, he grabbed Wei Zhao's clothes to stabilize his figure, and muttered in a low voice: "What, is there something wrong with this flower, it really feels weird if I smell it too much. "

Wei Zhao was about to laugh out loud, but finally stopped in time, lowered his expression and approached his face, and said seriously face to face: "That's right, heather flower has an aphrodisiac effect, doesn't it?"

The voice was hoarse|sensual, Jiang Luo's feet were weak, and he couldn't stand up at all, and his hot cheek in his arms rubbed against the slightly rough cloth fabric and said, "Go back, my feet are weak. "

Wei Zhao waved his sleeves, bent down and hugged the person directly by the waist, still joking: "Why don't I pick a few more flowers and go back, so that I can have an excuse when someone says I'm prostitution in the daytime?"

Jiang Luo blushed, but didn't want to lose face, and retorted: "I've heard so many things that's why I'm like this, why did you just come here?"

Wei Zhao squeezed the soft | flesh on his waist, and took a deep breath on his neck: "You are my aphrodisiac, you will try it all."

Jiang Luo blushed, struggling to get down.

Wei Zhao touched the acupuncture points on his waist, and he let out an embarrassing whisper and completely softened.

Jiang Luo: "...what are you doing, let me down."

Looking at Jiang Luo, who was in a good mood just now, but now he insisted on making a fuss, Wei Zhao directly covered him with his head in his arms, turned around and went back to the room with his arms in his arms.

Jiang Luo didn't dare to struggle too much, just kicked his feet a little bit, making a symbolic disturbance but felt that Wei Zhao suddenly stopped.

He poked Wei Zhao's waist but there was no response. He was about to speak when he suddenly realized that the atmosphere was not right. He lifted the cloth covering his face, raised his face and met Qin Bufan's shocked eyes.

"Master, you..." Qin Bufan quickly looked at Wei Zhao, his voice startled and angry, "You, you dare to be rebellious..."

The master who was suddenly called out by him was so dizzy, Wei Zhao glanced at the person in his arms, he should have panicked and quickly explained that he was afraid that Jiang Luo would know something, but he suddenly put it down and looked directly at Qin Bufan: "Senior brother ,I……"

"Master, did he lie to you?" Qin Bufan absolutely couldn't accept that the master he had always respected was now with his younger brother...

In a blink of an eye, Jiang Luo had already escaped from Wei Zhao's embrace, and stood aside blankly looking at the two people in the light blue barrier not far away.

"……"what's the situation.

Seeing the snowflakes flying all over the sky in the enchantment ball, Jiang Luo straightened up his clothes, slowly raised his hand and closed his eyes, and raised his hand and pointed "Break!"

With a bang, the enchantment ball exploded overwhelmed, and a huge air wave rushed towards him, causing Jiang Luo to back up.

"Jiang Luo." Wei Zhao's worried voice came from beside his ears. Before he could turn his face, a familiar arm was stretched across his waist. The icy wind and snow whizzed past his ears. Opening his eyes, he saw Shang Wei Zhao's reassuring face, and saw his eyes suddenly paused, shocked, "You, do you remember?"

Those familiar eyes revealed not spring water, but cold ice. He was not Jiang Luo, but a master.

Jiang Luo was helpless, blinked his eyes, closed his hands and lay peacefully in his arms, not wanting to exert any strength: "If you say I recover, I will recover. If you think I don't, then I will." My attitude depends on everything. to you.

Wei Zhao shook her hands twice, held her tightly, and called sincerely, "Jiang Luo."

Jiang Luo raised his chin at him: "Good boy."

Wei Zhao stepped on the ground, managed to stabilize his figure, and helped him wipe off the snow on his eyebrows, feeling something was wrong: "Are you okay, what's wrong with your spiritual power, why is it still leaking out?"

The wind and snow that rushed out after splitting the enchantment ball just now was condensed by Qin Bufan's spiritual power, but now the snow that was scratched on the skin like an ice cone around him was condensed by Jiang Luo's leaked spiritual power.

Jiang Luo grabbed his wrist and shook his dizzy head because of the loss of strength: "It's okay, the sequelae of the demon in the cave last time, you must have gone mad."

"!" Jiang Luo's body wasn't completely healed either, and just now he reluctantly used his ultimate move, Wei Zhao frightened and quickly tapped a few big |acupuncture points around his body, only to find that it didn't work at all.

The spiritual power continued to leak out completely uncontrollably. If this continues, Jiang Luo's body will collapse sooner or later.

Wei Zhao was worried, but there was absolutely nothing he could do.

Jiang Luo raised his hand and weakened the surrounding wind and snow a bit, and he could barely see the surrounding scenery clearly. It took less than half a cup of tea, and the spring in March, which was originally a grass-growing warbler, suddenly turned into a three-foot-frozen ground. Cold and cold winter.

Although the spiritual power is still leaking out, it has weakened a lot.

Wei Zhao hugged him by the waist, and asked cautiously, "Your demons last time..." He always thought that Jiang Luo was mad because of his anger, but after thinking about it for a while, Jiang Luo hadn't gone mad that day. It is impossible to subdue him...

Jiang Luo rolled his eyes at him: "Isn't it because of you?"

Wei Zhao froze.

Jiang Luo lowered his eyes, smiled softly, and tugged at his sleeve: "I said I like you, but I practice the ruthless way."

Hearing that he likes it, Wei Zhao's eyes are bright, but he is stunned when he hears later, Jiang Luo never told him that he can't practice in the future.

Jiang Luo poked his waist with a smile: "Okay, cultivation is so boring, I can bear to settle down without you showing up, and now I can endure that kind of hardship with you taking care of me. Because, although I lost a little, I won't die easily, besides, you still have to protect me."

Wei Zhao's eyes were red, and he turned his face away: "Well, I will protect you and protect you for the rest of my life."

"Master." Qin Bufan walked out of the snowstorm with a frosty face.

Jiang Luo struggled twice to get out of Wei Zhao's embrace, and turned to Qin Bufan with a restrained expression, "Bufan."

The familiar name, the unfamiliar voice, Lei Qin Bufan was shocked by the way the two got along just now, he looked at Jiang Luo with a wooden face and remained silent for a while.

Jiang Luo still feels a little sorry for him. This kid has been with Daoist Changqin since he was a child. Needless to say, he admires and admires Daoist Changqin, but he is not Changqin after all.

He is Jiang Luo, and he needs Chu Qin by his side.

Jiang Luo pursed his lips and suddenly smiled.

A look of surprise flashed across Qin Bufan's eyes.

Wei Zhao took two steps forward to block people behind him: "Brother, it's all my fault, I took advantage of the river... when Master was troubled by demons..."

Jiang Luo raised his hand, waved away the hand that was in front of him, and sighed faintly: "Bufan, I am just Jiang Luo now, your master is the Daoist Changqin who has been practicing in seclusion all day long."

Qin Bufan was in a state of confusion. This incident was like a huge alarm bell that suddenly rang in his head. He was completely unprepared. Hearing Jiang Luo's heartless words, he panicked: "Master, master! Lord, I didn't mean that, I just..."

He lowered his head slightly: "I'm just afraid that he will lie to you, but he told me that Master has lost his memory."

Jiang Luo nodded: "I did lose my memory for a while, but then I recovered." He glanced at Wei Zhao, "But I didn't tell him."

"Why?" Qin Bufan was surprised, would his master still lie to others?

Jiang Luo laughed twice, wanting to snuggle up habitually, and considering that Qin Bufan was still there, he didn't dare to stimulate too deeply, so he shook his body weakly and stopped by himself.

Seeing that his eyes dimmed slightly, Wei Zhao knew that he was sleepy. Qin Bufan, who was also in the way, did not dare to attack himself, so he had to keep a low profile: "Brother, Master, he was indeed injured. So much power has been leaked, I want to take him back first."

Qin Bufan dared to disagree, he just couldn't accept that his master followed his junior brother like this and that when he went down the mountain.

But on the one hand, he didn't want to betray the teacher, and on the other hand, he didn't want to deviate from the scriptures and do anything to the master. Hearing this, he became anxious: "Master, you should go back and rest first."

Although the spiritual power could still be replenished, it leaked too much after all. Jiang Luo's face was pale, and the moment Wei Zhao stretched out his hand, he couldn't hold it anymore, and fell half crooked in his arms.

Seeing the tacit understanding between the two, Qin Bufan silently withdrew his outstretched hand.

Seeing Li in a hurry, Wei Zhao picked up Jiang Luo and went back to the room, pulled the quilt over his shoulders, knelt on the side of the bed in distress, and nodded on his bloodless lips: "A while ago, Lai Is it also because of lack of spiritual power on the bed|?”

Jiang Luo rubbed the quilt lazily. It was fluffy and soft and smelled like the sun. It seemed that he had taken it out to dry in the sun. His sharp chin was covered under the quilt: "I just don't want to move."

Wei Zhao touched | his pulse, but unfortunately he didn't see anything, but looking at Jiang Luo's disapproving expression, and thinking about what he said before that they still have a lot of time, Wei Zhao didn't seem so worried.

He stood up halfway, with his forehead pressed against his forehead, his eyes widened | Rolling stared at him from a close distance, "Don't scare me so much in the future."

Jiang Luo turned his head and didn't look into his eyes: "Actually, it's nothing, I'm afraid that Bufan will be impulsive."

Wei Zhao was aroused by his soft voice, evasive eyes and protective tone|Itchy, sat down next to the edge of the bed, picked him up and hugged him in his arms, put his chin on his shoulder and took a deep breath, His voice was hoarse, and his teeth lightly rubbed against Jiang Luo's earlobe|lobe: "It was originally my fault."

Then he protested vaguely: "I don't like you calling him like that." He looked very kind, obviously calling me by my first and last name.

For the first time, Wei Zhao felt that the two-character name was very bad, and it could not reflect the intimacy between them at all.

The wet|slippery touch is actually a little uncomfortable, but since the target is Wei Zhao, Jiang Luo just let him go, and even tilted his head to make him lean more comfortably.

It’s just that he’s thinking about it—he’s still thinking about it. He’s been called Chu Qin in his previous life, and he’s called Wei Zhao in this life. It feels like he’s not alone. It seems that they really need a special title. A title that only two people can call.

The two hugged each other for a while, Wei Zhao suddenly asked, "What's the smell?"

Jiang Luo opened his eyes and was about to fall asleep. His vision blurred: "What smell?"

Wei Zhao reached out and squeezed out a few heather petals in his bed, almost tasteless, but as soon as Jiang Luo saw the heather flower, he remembered what the two of them were going to do before meeting Qin Bufan, and his cheeks quickly turned pink, and then turned into a It turned red like an apple, and she was so ashamed that she didn't want to lift her eyes.

With a wave of Wei Zhao's hand, the heather flower disappeared, and the arm holding him tightened a little more. He lowered his head slightly, pecking and kissing his eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, and even his chin.

Jiang Luo was a little uncomfortable being bound by him, struggled to move, squinted his eyes and raised his face: "Wei Zhao, I'm sleepy."

His body is not suitable for that kind of thing, of course Wei Zhao didn't dare to go any further, so he just hugged him and kissed him again and again, until he was so dazed that the whole bed seemed to be spinning in circles before he was willing to let go. , Long | Stretching his legs, the quilt brought someone into his arms and patted him to sleep.

After the truth came to light, Qin Bufan came two more times, but Jiang Luo was lying on the bed, so he didn't have the nerve to come in, left behind the medicine he had collected and went back.

However, according to Wei Zhao's aggrieved expression, Qin Bufan said that he would come over when he had time, making it clear that he wanted to supervise Wei Zhao.

But before Qin Bufan came again, he waited for the owner of the house - Lou Lan.

Ever since Jiang Luo moved in, it was Wei Zhao who had been in contact with them, and it was the first time Jiang Luo had seen this person since the first meeting that day.

Jiang Luo's health is still not good. Although it's almost summer, Wei Zhao still puts on a lot of clothes for him.Even after standing against the wind like this for a while, he coughed twice, tightened the cloak on his body and turned his face: "What should I call you, is it the devil king or fellow Lou Daoist?"

Lou Lan looked at him for a while with raised eyebrows, and suddenly laughed when he found that Jiang Luo was completely unmoved: "As expected of Master Changqin, I like dealing with smart people."

Jiang Luo lazily avoided his gaze, took a step forward and leaned against the willow tree: "Unfortunately, I don't like dealing with smart people."

Lou Lan stopped laughing: "Why, do you think my precious son is not smart?"

At least he looks silly in front of me, and no matter what he looks like, I just like it.

Jiang Luo's eyes flickered slightly, so naturally he wouldn't take the initiative to tell him these things, he rolled his eyes and then pursed his lips and raised his face: "Did you tell him?"

Lou Lan smiled meaningfully: "It seems that Master Changqin knows a lot of things?"

Jiang Luo: "It's okay, I know everything I need to know, and I don't know what I shouldn't..."

System: "..." Why didn't I realize that Jiang Luo could speak bureaucrats before.

Lou Lan paused, took two steps forward and reached out to catch his lifeline, his face changed slightly: "It seems that Master Changqin really likes my son."

Jiang Luo dodged, but instead of escaping, he was caught straight, and his back pressed tightly against the willow tree. He shook off his hand and whirled the place he had just held twice, wiping away his hand that was touched by a stranger. A small piece of goosebumps rose up, and the distance between the two of them was widened: "Why, it still needs to be approved by the parents, but as far as I know, both of Wei Zhao's parents died, so this link can be omitted."

"Hahaha, the cultivation level that everyone dreams of is just used to suppress the devilish energy in his body lightly, but...the other party probably doesn't know about it." Lou Lan raised her head and laughed twice, rubbing her chin His eyes turned twice on Jiang Luo: "The real Changqin is really different from the one in the legend."

Jiang Luo opened his mouth as if he wanted to yawn, but the outsider resisted not yawning, so Xiao Xiao covered his mouth: "Well, the devil is no different from the one in the legend."

Lou Lan became interested: "What are the legends saying about me?"

Jiang Luo glanced at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Handsome and unrestrained, romantic."

Lou Lan was not embarrassed but quite proud, she stroked her sleeves: "That happened so many years ago."

Jiang Luo was noncommittal and did not make a sound.

After a long while, Lou Lan took two steps forward, the petals that had just fallen on her feet creaked, and the faint floral fragrance spread along the flowing juice|sap.

The author has something to say: Wei Zhao: Jiangluo Jiangluo, does heather smell good?

Jiang Luo: It doesn't smell good, and I'll uproot it once I smell it.

Wei Zhao:!

His face was pale, the two streams were fighting, and the cold wind whizzed through the hall.