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Two years later—

Today's world is not as good as it used to be. It is no longer the four factions that are in power, but the ruler of the underworld, An Moshui.

He opened his eyes in a daze, but his eyes were still unable to focus, and everything he saw was hazy.

"Uncle! You finally woke up!"

A female voice sounded at the door.

Leng Zhenqing rubbed her eyebrows and looked, it was Jiang Wanqin.

Leng Zhenqing smiled, "Niece!"

Jiang Wanqin ran over excitedly, tugged at his sleeve and looked around, then said: "Master, do you know that you have been sleeping for two years!"

Leng Zhenqing rubbed the dizzy pain, it seemed that she had indeed slept for a long time.

Leng Zhenqing asked: "Niece Jiang, where is this place?"

Jiang Wanqin said: "This is a rural field."

Leng Zhenqing crawled off the bed, and as soon as he touched the ground, his whole body limp on the ground. He hadn't got out of bed for so long that he couldn't walk anymore.

Leng Zhenqing stood up with Jiang Wanqin's support, he stretched his muscles and bones, and suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

He touched his chest and took another breath.

Lying down!Why is there no wound!Why Jindan is still there!

Jiang Wanqin looked at Leng Zhenqing's terrified eyes, and she quickly said: "Uncle, it's Senior Brother An, he not only repaired the corpse for you, but also restored your golden elixir."

Leng Zhenqing was even more frightened, it was An Moshui? !

Leng Zhenqing said: "Niece, only you know about my rebirth."

Jiang Wanqin nodded and said, "Uncle Shi, don't worry, I've been hiding it from you for the past two years, no third person knows!"

After listening to her words, Leng Zhenqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If it is known by others at this time, then it's okay!

The yin and yang mirror can pick up the three souls and seven souls, and can bring the dead back to life.

Leng Zhenqing slept for two years, too many things were left unanswered, he said: "Niece Jiang, what happened to Zi Qingfeng these past few years, and Huiling Palace."

Jiang Wanqin supported Leng Zhenqing to sit on the stool, poured him a cup of tea, and said, "Uncle Master, Zi Qingfeng, and Huiling Palace are all very good."

fine?Why did Leng Zhenqing feel that he heard something else from her words, he cast a glance at Jiang Wanqin, the meaning was obvious: make it clear.

Jiang Wanqin swallowed her saliva, and said Wanwan: "Zi Qingfeng just rarely attends the business associations of various factions, as for Huiling Palace..."

She paused for a few seconds before saying: "Master Cui goes to fight with Senior Brother An every now and then."

Leng Zhenqing almost spit out every sip of tea, he was choked and coughed a few times, Jiang Wanqin hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back.

In Leng Zhenqing's heart, there are really thousands of stupid horses running past. This Cui Concubine, to put it mildly, has a really fierce temper, bold and unrestrained, but to put it harshly, she is a stupid, reckless man.

Leng Zhenqing calmed down the waves in his heart, and said: "What else?"

Jiang Wanqin shook her head hastily, and said, "Master, it's gone."

Leng Zhenqing nodded, and said: "Niece Jiang, you have worked hard for the past two years."

Leng Zhenqing can imagine that the scene of Jiang Wanqin wiping his excrement and urine in the past two years is hard for her, a young woman, to come to take care of him, an old man who is hundreds of years old. Niece Award!

Jiang Wanqin shook her head and said, "Master, you don't have to thank me. In the past two years, I have basically done nothing for you, but Senior Brother An..."

Before Jiang Wanqin finished speaking, she was interrupted by the sound of a silver bell coming from a distance outside the door.

Jiang Wanqin turned around, listened for a few seconds, and immediately helped Leng Zhenqing back to the bed, let him lie down, and covered him with a quilt.

Leng Zhenqing looked at her with a terrified expression, and asked in a low voice, "Niece Jiang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Wanqin hurriedly made a booing gesture, with a flustered expression on her face, and said, "Uncle, Senior Brother An is here! You're going to pretend to be dead!"

Leng Zhenqing almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, what!An Moshui is here? !

Leng Zhenqing hastily closed his eyes and activated the breath-holding function, his lips were tightly closed, his whole face was devoid of energy and blood, what was alive was a dead person.

But don't look at him pretending, at this moment, his heart has already been racing, and he is heading straight to the Atlantic Ocean!Why did he see An Moshui as soon as he was reborn, he was the one who saw him when he was dead, and he was the one who saw him when he was alive? !

Leng Zhenqing's eyes were completely dark, so his ears were particularly good. He could clearly hear the sound of the wooden door being opened, and... the sound of some bells.

Leng Zhenqing's body froze, she didn't move, she didn't dare to take a breath, her heart was already suspended.

"Junior Sister Jiang, you go out first."

A familiar voice sounded, and Leng Zhenqing's blood froze all over his body. This feeling was more exciting than just coming out of the morgue!

Jiang Wanqin suppressed the worry in her heart and said, "Okay."

Her eyes flicked on Leng Zhenqing for a while, Leng Zhenqing could clearly feel the eyes of several people looking at him, there were more than two people in this room.

"Well, I'm going out too."

Leng Zhenqing listened carefully to a strange yet familiar voice, where did he seem to hear this voice?

Immediately afterwards, the sound of tinkling bells gradually disappeared in Leng Zhenqing's ears from near to far.

The sound of very light footsteps reached Leng Zhenqing's ears, Leng Zhenqing tried his best to calm down the deer in his heart, here it comes!

As soon as the couch sank, someone sat up, and Leng Zhenqing could smell the faint fragrance of his body, which seemed to be the fragrance of medicine, very light, very sweet, and very pleasant to smell.

An Moshui raised his hand to gently caress Leng Zhenqing's face, the smooth texture, rosy cheeks, fluffy skin, curly long eyelashes, the man on the bed seemed to be a sleeping beauty. man.

An Moshui muttered to himself in a low voice: "Why haven't you woken up yet?"

It's been two years, why hasn't he opened his eyes yet, call him, Seventeen.

Leng Zhenqing felt his smooth hands attached to his face, his whole back was hairy, and his limbs were stiff.

An Moshui seemed to be talking to him, "Master, why haven't you woke up yet? The sun is already rising."

"Master, are you hungry? Should I cook porridge for you?"

"Master..."

An Moshui called Master many times and said many things, Leng Zhenqing didn't understand why he still called him Master? !

Time was slowly passing by, Leng Zhenqing felt that he was going to lose his breath, and his legs were so straight that they were about to break.

Leng Zhenqing begged in her heart: Please!you go!I'm going to die of exhaustion!

I don't know if his words came true, but the people beside him really got up!

Leng Zhenqing secretly rejoiced in her heart: Are you finally leaving?

Leng Zhenqing listened carefully to the sound of footsteps, using it to judge whether An Moshui had left.

An Moshui took a few steps, as if walking towards the table, stayed for a while, and then took a few more steps, these few steps, it seemed...towards Leng Zhenqing!

A group of dumb horses ran past in Leng Zhenqing's heart: Didn't you say you were leaving? !Why haven't you left yet!

An Moshui sat back on his bed again, and said in a warm voice: "Master, you are thirsty. This disciple will feed you tea."

Leng Zhenqing was stunned, what tea to drink?

Before Leng Zhenqing could react, two gentle lips suddenly attached to his lips.

this!this!Leng Zhenqing's eyelids trembled, her hair stood on end, and she almost sat up from the bed.

He comforted himself in his heart: Can't get up!calm!calm!

An Moshui kissed his lips, as if wanting to taste it.

Leng Zhenqing was hairy all over, and his hands were clenched into fists by his sides!Hold back!hold back!

An Moshui didn't know what he was thinking, at the beginning of kissing, in the end, it turned into biting, Leng Zhenqing was almost killed, after biting, he nimbly pried open Leng Zhenqing's teeth with his tongue, A bitter juice flows into the tip of the tongue, it is tea.

He kissed for a long time, very vigorously, with overwhelming aggression, just when Leng Zhenqing was about to hold his breath and die, he finally got up.

Leng Zhenqing didn't dare to take a breath, even though there were thousands of anger in her heart now.

An Moshui grabbed his hand suddenly, Leng Zhenqing was startled, but still dared not change his fisting posture.

What is he going to do again? !

Leng Zhenqing felt his hand being lifted by An Moshui. After a while, An Moshui actually attached himself to kiss the back of his hand. He kissed very carefully and affectionately, "Master, why don't you let go of your hand?" open?"

Leng Zhenqing's back felt hairy, and he said in his heart: Damn it!What a pervert!

Leng Zhenqing could feel his gentle lips attached to the back of his hand, this feeling really made him tremble all over!

An Moshui said: "Master, the Lantern Festival is only a few days away. Can I take you to see it?"

Leng Zhenqing: What a fart!Get out!

Even though Leng Zhenqing's eyes are closed now, he still feels the way An Moshui looks at him: affectionate.

At the critical moment when Leng Zhenqing couldn't take it anymore and was about to slap An Moshui to death, the savior came!

There was a knock on the wooden door, and someone outside said: "Master, Concubine Cui is here again."

Leng Zhenqing: Lying in the trough!What is Cui Concubine? !

An Moshui hummed, and cleaned the hair in front of Leng Zhen's forehead, and said: "Master, I will come to see you later."

Leng Zhenqing: You don't need to come, please go at a speed of 1000 meters per second, get out!

An Moshui put down Leng Zhenqing's hand and walked out of the room.

Leng Zhenqing lay on the bed, and after confirming that the footsteps were far away, he opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and gasped for breath.

Lying down!He was actually kissed by a man!Still my apprentice!Give him a tongue kiss!

A feeling of surviving after a catastrophe rose from his heart, and Leng Zhenqing never thought that An Moshui was actually a pervert!Is a dead gay!

He has raised him for so many years!But I didn't think of it!He actually became a gay! !The point is that this gay even kissed him! !Kiss him!

The first thing after rebirth was to be kissed forcibly, and it was still under such conditions that her eyes could not be opened and her limbs were stiff!Leng Zhenqing really wanted to slap An Moshui to death!What a shame!

As soon as Jiang Wanqin entered the door, she saw Leng Zhenqing patting her chest, with a look of death on her face, and she asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Zhenqing was speechless and could only pant dryly to express his displeasure: Don't talk to me!

Jiang Wanqin said: "Oh, by the way, uncle, I forgot to tell you, senior brother An Moshui comes to see you almost every day, and in the past two years, he has been taking care of you most of the time."

a bolt from the blue.

Leng Zhenqing roared: "What did you say?!"

Jiang Wanqin was frightened by him and didn't dare to speak anymore, not understanding why he was surprised.

Leng Zhenqing slumped on the bed in horror, for two years, every day!Doesn't that mean that An Moshui would kiss him every day? !Maybe, did that kind of thing? !

His innocence is gone!

Jiang Wanqin said weakly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Zhenqing held his head and fell into panic, he is a gentleman of cucumber!Gone!Gone!

Seeing Leng Zhenqing's unrequited appearance, Jiang Wanqin exited the door wisely and closed the door for him.

Half an hour later, Leng Zhenqing stepped out of the room, and he couldn't stay here anymore, Leng Zhenqing felt that he would be raped to death by An Moshui if he stayed for a while longer!

Seeing him, Jiang Wanqin was a little puzzled, "Master, what are you doing?"

Leng Zhenqing supported the bamboo hat on his head, and said: "I have to do something."

Jiang Wanqin said: "But, you are leaving now, what if you are discovered?"

Leng Zhen had predicted it early in the morning, and he said: "I put a dummy in the room, so it shouldn't show any flaws."

Jiang Wanqin took a few glances into the room, and there was indeed a man in green shirt lying on the bed, who looked exactly like Leng Zhenqing, she asked: "Uncle, are you sure that's okay? Will it show any flaws?"

Leng Zhenqing nodded confidently, exclusive piracy, is there something wrong?

Jiang Wanqin took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Uncle Master, go slowly."

Leng Zhenqing smiled, "Niece, take care of yourself!"

Jiang Wanqin nodded, Leng Zhenqing stabilized the hat on her head, smiled at her, then turned and left.

Without You Chan by his side, he can't control his sword anymore, so he can only rely on the most stupid method: run out of this mountain!

An hour later, Leng Zhenqing finally escaped from that ghostly place, found a small town, found some white flour and wiped it on his face, he lowered the bamboo hat a bit to cover his face, it's better to be careful.

As soon as I entered the city, I encountered an interesting thing.

It was a group of monks, looking at their attire, Leng Zhenqing always felt familiar, but couldn't remember.

Leng Zhenqing stood in the crowd, watching the show with his arms crossed.

The leading man in yellow said aggressively: "Kneel down! Kowtow! We will forgive you!"

What an unreasonable and overbearing request.

There seemed to be a man in white on the opposite side, he said: "I want me to kneel down for you! Pooh! Go and dream about your big head!"

You scold well, you can't lose your momentum!

The leading man in yellow gritted his teeth, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword, "Do you think you are a disciple of some kind of immortal family? Pooh!"

The white-clothed man gritted his teeth angrily, and immediately drew his sword, but was held down by another person, and another white-clothed man came, with a clear voice, he said: "Junior brother, don't be impatient."

this voice?Why are you so familiar? !

Leng Zhenqing raised his eyes and squinted to stare carefully at the two white-clothed men, and after a few seconds, he finally saw the two clearly.

Have a heart!Ziran! !

Leng Zhenqing was a little excited, his disciple!

Leng Zhenqing looked at the yellow-clothed group opposite them, Yue Rong stood out, he finally remembered that this is the Chang family, and the leader is Chang Yi.

Jiang Ziran said angrily: "Brother, they were the ones who spoke rudely first."

With a deep voice in his heart, he comforted him: "Well, I see."

Chang Yi raised his head, with a hint of arrogance in his brows, and sneered, "Do you still think you are that high-ranking disciple of Ziqing Peak? Your master has killed himself. In this world, who is afraid of you?"

Jiang Ziran: "You! Look, I won't kill you!"

Han Xin: "Junior brother, calm down!"

Leng Zhenqing looked at them, feeling a little helpless in his heart, he had a good heart, and he was the one who suffered.

Chang Yi: "Hmph! Are you still killing me? I don't think you can survive this rainy city today!"

After speaking, he waved his hand, and the disciple behind him rushed forward.

Jiang Ziran wanted to hit him a long time ago, so he rushed up immediately, unable to persuade him, so he had to frown to fight. For a while, the market became a place for them to fight.

Leng Zhenqing looked at Chang Yi's face, a feeling of wanting to vomit welled up, he frowned, and slipped a small stone from his sleeve secretly.

With a sound of "咻", the stone hit Chang Yi's knee steadily, and with a plop, he knelt down in front of Jiang Ziran on one knee.

During the scuffle, everyone looked at him. Chang Yi was stunned, and then blushed angrily. He quickly thought of getting up. How could Leng Zhenqing give him a chance? Another small stone perfectly hit another There was another thud on the knee, and it was now the New Year's greeting posture.

For a moment, the crowd was stunned, the fights stopped, and they all looked at Chang Yi who was paying New Year's greetings to Jiang Ziran.

I don't know who led the laugh, the crowd roared with laughter, even Leng Zhenqing laughed softly.