Xianjun wants me to be his Taoist partner

Wei Buming, a professional Demon Venerable and leader of the Demon Dao, worked diligently during his tenure, not only effectively reducing the friction between the pros and cons, but also molesting the witches a little, devoting himself to hollowing out the Magic Dao pill pharmacy and devouring all the monsters in the world.

I don't want to be bullied by dogs once the tiger falls in Pingyang, not only abducted to "Dashan" as a daughter-in-law, but also tortured and forced to eat ". Poison. Medicine." It is really sad for those who see it and tears for those who hear it.

"I'm already awake." Wei Buming stared at the black and steaming soup in the bowl, and the tip of his nose was filled with the spicy herbal smell, which made him want to cry.Every time these few days came to this point, Shen Qinghuan would bring a bowl of bitter soup and force herself to swallow it.With such a bitter concoction, he even suspected that the other party used these things to disgust people deliberately in order to see through his true body.

"But you are still seriously injured, and your meridians and Yuanying are seriously injured. This decoction is made by Lingyou and Renxue, and it is suitable for your healing." Shen Qinghuan seemed not to notice Wei Buming's resistance. He stroked the qinxiao and said calmly.

Wei Buming frowned and said, of course I know what it is, what I want to ask is why it is a decoction.400 years ago, Hua Zuijun rebuilt the alchemy furnace, and since then alchemy has become the mainstream. Compared with the cumbersome and difficult-to-carry decoctions, the small and pleasant-looking elixir wrapped in syrup has gradually become popular in the cultivation world.

Wei Buming loves sweets and dislikes bitterness, so he would not swallow such a big bowl of decoction.What's more, even if it's a elixir, it has to be coated with a layer of snow honey on the outside, otherwise he won't even try it.

"Shen is not good at refining, and this is the first time I have encountered this kind of body in so many years... The curative effect is best when the soup is warm, you'd better drink it while it's hot." Shen Qingqiu looked at Wei Buming, that face There was even a hint of innocence on the expressionless ice sculpture's face.It is expected that he is a genius who is once in ten thousand years, and he has never suffered setbacks in his practice. He has never thought that there will be a situation where his true energy will be reversed if he fails to advance. Naturally, he has never prepared any pills.

Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs! Wei Buming pulled his lips, lowered his head and sniffed the medicinal soup, and frowned in pain the next second.

No, it's too bitter.

Let him drink this thing, it is better to let him die.

Wei Buming raised his head and was silent for a moment, then rolled his eyes and said: "I have lost my memory, although you are the first person I saw after waking up, how can I be sure that this soup is a good medicine as you said? Medicine...I won't drink it!"

The skills of left and right will also repair the wound, the big deal is to stay here for a few more days.It doesn't make any difference to him whether he takes this medicine or not.

Shen Qingqiu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "You don't want to drink?"

Wei Buming said decisively: "Don't drink!"

Swallowing such a bitter thing, isn't it to die of suffering!

“Really don’t drink”

"Really don't drink!"

"I see." Shen Qingqiu said indifferently, he closed his eyes slightly, making it hard to see the sparkle in his eyes.He was not angry because of Wei Buming's stubbornness, nor was he angry because of Wei Buming's suspicion. Will lose control of emotions like others.

Shen Qingqiu took the soup bowl with his right hand, and in such a stalemate back and forth, a brown film had formed on the surface of the medicinal juice that was still steaming.

Seeing Shen Qingqiu's actions, Wei Buming heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he had escaped a catastrophe, he couldn't help but brows happily, and wanted to laugh a few words.Nazhi just opened his mouth, and his chin was caught in the opponent's palm.

this person!

Wei Buming raised his head and looked at the suddenly enlarged face. His handsome appearance was breathtaking, even the small scar on his forehead was unique.The indifferent Xianjun raised the chin of the person in the bed so frivolously. This scene is quite charming in front of outsiders, but it makes Wei Buming's heart ring loudly.

Before he had time to react, a bowl of dark unknown liquid approached his cheeks, and a strong smell of hard work came from the tip of his nose. Wei Buming closed his eyes in pain, anticipating the ending.However, in the next second, the cold liquid slipped into the throat, the tip of the tongue was sore with pain, the saliva gushed out from the base of the tongue, and the stomach felt like it was on fire.Wei Buming's nose twitched, feeling like tears were about to flow out.

"Are you dry!" Wei Buming, who was half leaning on the edge of the bed, suppressed tears and roared angrily. Even if the other party said that he was his Taoist companion, Wei Buming had never been so excited. (After all, Shen Qinghuan is handsome).

During the struggle, half of his body slipped out of the bed, and he was about to fall to the ground, Shen Qinghuan quickly pushed him back on the bed, and conveniently stuffed a small ball the size of a thumb into his half-open mouth.

A bowl of｜poison｜medicine｜is not enough, you still have to come!

Seeing Shen Qinghuan's movements, Wei Buming was so furious that he grabbed onto the other's arm with five fingers, and his body struggled harder.Wei Buming subconsciously licked the ball in his mouth, but there was a burst of fruity sweetness from the tip of his tongue, and the sour and bitter taste that stimulated the taste buds dissipated a lot in an instant.Wei Buming was taken aback, and his movements stopped suddenly.

He sucked the ball suspiciously, feeling more and more familiar with the taste.Blinking his eyes, looking at Shen Qinghuan who was only half a foot away from him, Wei Buming licked his lips and did not speak.

The people under him were finally quiet, and Shen Qinghuan let go of his hands. Looking at the red marks on his arms, he quietly lowered his hands and covered them with his long and wide cuffs.

"Sour fructose." Shen Qinghuan took out a cloth bag out of nowhere and shook it casually.Wei Buming stared at the cloth bag, and rolled his eyes up and down following Shen Qinghuan's movements.

Seeing this scene, Shen Qinghuan's heart trembled slightly, and she felt more and more that this person was like a child who likes to be sweet and playful.The young man on the bed stared at a pair of cats, and the streamer light shone slightly inside, like ink beads produced in the South China Sea, without any impurities, only the purest and most dazzling black.

All the black in this world are gloomy and terrifying, all are ominous and low-key.Only in Wei Buming's eyes can black become dazzling.

Shen Qinghuan looked at his Qi Yi's eyes, and subconsciously opened the bag.However, in the next second, he stuffed the cloth bag back into the spiritual object bag.

If everything is exhausted, it will be a demon. Although sweetness is just a harmless hobby, if it is excessive, it will definitely lead to disaster.

"Oh little fairy, my mouth is very bitter right now." Wei Buming tilted his head and blinked his eyes.Being stared at by those cat's eyes for a moment, Shen Qinghuan felt that the spirit bag in his hand was very hot.

If it's just one, it's not too much.He looked at Shen Qinghuan's flawless face and those lively eyes, which made it impossible to refuse.

Can't do it! A thousand-mile lift will collapse in an ant's nest.

If he is really like this, then if the person in front of him gets worse in the future, he has a question of what to do in principle, and he must not compromise.

Wei Buming smiled lightly and said, "Little Xianjun."

Shen Qinghuan forced his hands together, coughed lightly and said, "One bowl of soup and one candy."

Fearing that he would lose control in the next second, Shen Qinghuan dropped these words, turned around and strode out of the room with the soup bowl in hand.Wei Buming licked the fruit ball with a cold face, humming in anger.

mean!

He - is the favorite sour fructose.

There are a lot of fructose in this world, and only sour fructose can be sweet with herbaceous fragrance.There are many people in this world who know how to make sour fructose, but only the sour fructose from Laifeng City is the most delicious.There are so many candy shops in Fengcheng, but the sour fructose produced by Weifu is the most delicious.

This candy is never exported, and it is only waiting for the little city owner to use it when he gets sick and loses his temper. There are so many candies every year, and all of them go into his stomach one by one.

However, Laifeng City has been destroyed, and the person who made sour fructose has also disappeared.

Thinking of this, Wei Buming's expression turned cold.He looked at his fair and slender fingers—the calluses on the fingertips were as thin as onion wings. No one would have imagined such hands, but the owner was a big devil full of evil.He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only clarity in his eyes.Enduring the severe pain in his body, he turned over and fell down.Red liquid leaked from the bandages tightly bound under the white shirt, and there were beads of sweat on Wei Buming's forehead. Holding the foot of the bed, he took two deep breaths and staggered to the bookshelf.

In this poorly decorated room, the only thing that can match the word gorgeous is the bookcase that is no more than half a foot away from the roof. Gorgeous and exaggerated, it is incompatible with the overall style of the room.Wei Buming didn't search among the full books in the bookcase, but pulled out a piece of rice paper from between two ancient books.

The rice paper had been stuck in the ancient book for an unknown amount of time, and it was even stained with the fragrance of ink. Wei Buming smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper carefully. He looked at the half-opened window, and a surge of true energy was generated from the Yuan Mansion.Following his movements, the zhenqi that had calmed down began to turbulently wander in the body again, and several small holes were poked out of the already broken meridians in an instant.

Wei Buming only felt a sweetness in his throat, and the next second the bright red liquid splashed onto the rice paper.

He clutched his abdomen in pain and coughed, the Yuan Mansion was like a fire, and the wound on his abdomen was also oozing blood. The appearance made his stomach twitch, his throat was nauseated, and the soup he swallowed felt like it was flowing backwards .Wei Buming resisted the nausea, and pressed the medicine juice that had reached his throat back into his stomach.He glanced at the blood drops on the rice paper, tried his best to pour his qi into his fingertips, and saw that two butterflies were drawn on the paper by the blood.

"Go." Wei Buming shook the paper and ordered in a hoarse voice, following his words, the red liquid that had already formed on the rice paper moved slightly by two points.Seeing this scene, Wei Buming kept moving his hands even more.

Finally, the red liquid moved out of the rice paper and floated in mid-air. The two blood butterflies fluttered their wings. They were trembling at first, but then became smoother and smoother, and their bodies gradually plumped up. It really turned into two lifelike butterflies.

The two butterflies leaned on Wei Buming's shoulders one behind the other, and Wei Buming grasped the wings and tails of the butterflies with two fingers and moved them in front of his eyes to look at them.In the end, it was because of the damage to his cultivation base that his body was inconvenient, and even his own special skills became unfamiliar.However, it is enough.He looked at the two gray and inconspicuous butterflies and ordered:

"Go find Han Feng." After leaving this sentence, he threw it casually, and the two butterflies drew a parabola in the air and threw them out of the room.The blood disappeared, and the rice paper returned to its original white and bright appearance. Wei Buming leaned it against the tip of his nose to confirm that there was no trace of rust, and then put it back into the ancient books as it was.After doing this, he shook his body and lay back on the bed.

In such a state, I guess I won't be able to leave for a while.So now, these two butterflies are smart enough to float safely into Han Feng's hands.

Wei Buming thought of that sword master again, frowning and thinking.It was only in the last 150 years that Shen Qinghuan came out of the mountains. He lived in the sea all year round, rarely went out, and the number of times he met him was even more rare.This is the first time that such a close contact has been made.

Thinking of this expressionless but full of "bad water" guy, Wei Buming began to regret why he didn't go out and walk around more often, and at least inquired about the personality, preferences and living place of this person who was chosen by Zhengdao as his "mortal enemy".

According to him, this is a dream house?Where is Mengju?Shen Qinghuan moved out of the sect after his senior brother handed over the headship to his nephew, now few people know where he lives.I don't know the boundaries of this place, so it's not convenient for me to escape?

Wei Buming lay on the bed thinking about things, gradually getting sleepy, couldn't help closing his eyes, and fell asleep in a tired body and mind.