All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

There is a cave in Qingyuan Mountain not far from Haitang Pond, and there is also a cold pool in the cave. The queen's retreat.

Ten days later, the young man had almost recovered from the injuries he suffered in Prison City, so Jing Zhou brought him to the cave to practice Gu for retreat.

The young man brought nothing but a pile of pens, ink, papers and inkstones. Jing Zhou asked him what he was doing, and the young man smiled: "Write our script."

Jing Zhou looked at him inexplicably: "What is your hobby?"

The young man rested his chin, and his eyes were seductive: "It's been a long time in the mountains, and it's very clean to be idle all day long. Can't I think about something nasty?"

Jing Zhou moved his face closer and looked directly at the pair of captivating eyes: "Okay, if you want to practice and find inspiration, I welcome you at any time."

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Brother Zhou."

"En." Jing Zhou waited quietly.

"You have a thick skin."

"Each each other."

After speaking, the two smiled at each other.

Jing Zhou got up and went to make Gu soup for him. He knew that the other party was addicted to sweetness, so he added a lot of sugar to the Gu soup. After taking a sip of it, his brows frowned deeper than drinking bitter medicine: "Cough, how much sugar did you add? sugar?"

Jing Zhou thought for a while: "Not much, half a catty."

juvenile:"……"

Jing Zhou rubbed his head: "Hey, drink it, the good medicine is sweet."

The boy's face was wrinkled: "Toothache."

Half an hour after drinking the medicine, the boy started to feel hot all over, Jing Zhou touched his forehead, it was terribly hot, and hurriedly helped him take off his clothes and threw them into the cold pool.

Teenager: "...I now suspect that you took revenge on me out of love and hatred."

After speaking, he spat out a big mouthful of black blood.

Jing Zhou also jumped into the cold pool, and hugged the young man who looked like a branding iron in the icy spring water, with a half-smile: "Isn't it? Hate is born of love, let you take advantage of this moment to suffer."

As he said that, he used his spiritual power to stabilize the spiritual veins of the opponent. Gu Gu used poison to fight poison, and the person who needs to be poisoned would suffer double the pain. This kind of pain was like scraping a bone with a thousand knives and eating a heart with thousands of insects. It was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Although the young man acted like a baby on weekdays, he didn't say a word when he was suffering from the pain of scratching Gu, he didn't even yell out a word of pain.

Ren Jingzhou hugged him silently, gritted his teeth, and endured tremblingly and quietly.

Half an hour later, the young man's body temperature gradually dropped. Exhausted, he turned around and hugged Jing Zhou, coveting the coldness of the other party's body, and put his head on Jing Zhou's shoulder, and Jing Zhou pressed his lips against the hottest part of his body. between the eyebrows, and kissed them forcefully.

The young man smiled dyingly: "Brother Zhou, with your appearance, maybe I will really like you."

Jing Zhou: "That's exactly what I want."

"It's no good ending to be liked by me."

"Will he be stabbed or something?"

"Hard to say."

"Don't worry, I won't die so easily."

"That's good."

After speaking, the boy passed out in his arms.

This kind of pain takes ninety-nine and eighty-one days, and the female Gu worm can also boil ninety-nine and eighty-one bowls of Gu medicine. Although the young man always complains that Jing Zhou's medicine is too sweet, Jing Zhou goes in the left ear and out the right ear, like In order to deliberately make him look the same, each time is sweeter.

The teenager risked dental caries and drank bowl after bowl.

The pain lasted for three or four hours every day, and the rest of the time, the boy was exhausted from the torment of the poison, his body temperature dropped rapidly, and he lay dying on the couch covered with snow spirit fox fur.

Jing Zhou also shrank into the blanket, took off the clothes of the two of them, and warmed each other up with body heat.

"Look, what's the use of bringing so much paper and ink? It's been half a month since you lived in Qingyuan Cave, and you haven't moved a single word." Jing Zhou looked over the young man's shoulder, looked at the large stack of blank paper on the desk, and teased .

"I have no strength in my hands, I can't write anymore," the young man said in a weary voice, "Why don't I say you write?"

"It's dry wood and fire, aren't you afraid of talking and writing?"

"I'm already like this, brother Zhou is willing?"

Jing Zhou clicked his tongue: "Be pampered and delicate."

The young man smiled lazily: "It's not against the law to be pampered and coquettish."

The treatment of scraping Gu is comparable to Ling Chi, but it's strange, but they don't feel difficult for each other. They often hug and soak in the cold pool, and then go ashore and curl up on the couch, saying a few idle jokes. The time passed quickly, and the boy's tongue was numb to Jing Zhou's boiled sweet Gu medicine.

"I can't have this tongue."

"I'll get you a new one when I get out of customs."

"How to change?"

The young man stared straight at Jing Zhou, who sat cross-legged in front of him, raised his head slightly and kissed his lips.

It's really annoying, now this little brat is taller than him when sitting.

It was a long and deep kiss. After the end, both of them had misty eyes and swollen lips.

They looked at each other and smiled again.

"Xi'er, have you kissed before?"

What Jing Zhou was referring to was, of course, the old senior. When talking about the old senior, he never shy away from it.

"No."

The boy also answered straightforwardly, saying what he had to say, and not intending to hide it.

"It's a pity, I still want to compare with him."

The boy raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who is better at kissing?"

Jing Zhou answered with a smile.

The two were tired of kissing, and they slept next to each other again.

But for a while neither of them could fall asleep.

"Brother Zhou, except for Shuangxiu, we have done everything in the storybook."

"how do you feel?"

"Well... quite comfortable."

Jing Zhou smiled: "Are you addicted?"

The boy also laughed, with regret in his tone, and something else: "I've never done this before."

Jing Zhou knew who he was referring to, and he didn't have any grievances in his heart. He was very frank: "In the past few days, I have figured it out."

After a pause, he continued: "The relationship between you and the old man may not be the kind of liking you think."

The young man took a deep look at Jing Zhou: "I told him to marry him when I grow up."

Instead of changing his face, Jing Zhou smiled, "How old were you then?"

The young man thought about it for a moment: "I started talking at the age of eleven or twelve, and I have been talking for many years."

Jing Zhou's smile deepened: "No wonder, I don't take it seriously."

Boy: "...why?"

Jing Zhou: "Speak for children."

The boy's expression changed slightly, and after a while, he smiled and sighed: "He said the same thing, exactly the same."

Jing Zhou smiled, his eyes were so gentle that water dripped out: "So, in fact, your liking for him may be just a relative dependence day and night."

The young man looked at him deeply: "Brother Zhou thinks, what is it like to really like it?"

Jing Zhou approached and touched the tip of the boy's nose: "For example, you and I are like this."

juvenile:"……"

Jing Zhou: "Do many things that a Taoist couple should do."

The boy remained silent, and the air was so quiet that he could hear each other's heartbeat——

bang bang bang.bang bang bang.

The frequency is the same.

"Xi'er, you're nervous."

"I now suspect that you are brainwashing me."

"I am. Brainwashing is not against the law."

He imitated the tone of the other party, flirting with a tooth for a tooth.

"Brother Zhou."

"Ah."

"Let's take a gamble."

"What are you gambling?"

"Will I like you?"

Jing Zhou looked at him: "Okay, whoever chooses first."

"You first."

Jing Zhou was silent for a moment: "You will."

The voice is very soft, but firm.

"Okay," the boy caught his gaze and smiled, "You didn't choose well, because I've never lost."

His answer was in the same light and firm tone.

Jing Zhou smiled: "That's just right, after all I'm never afraid of losing."

Looking at Jing Zhou, the young man felt that his smile was so gentle that it was dazzling, so he gently closed his eyes.

The boundless darkness spread, and only he himself knew it at this moment, so he was panicked just now.

He was shaken, the only time in his life.

In a blink of an eye, more than two months passed, and on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, Jing Zhou and the boy left the customs.

Qi Wusu prepared a banquet to welcome Master and his wife who had been in seclusion for 81 days.

When leaving the customs, the effect of Yi Rong Dan has expired, Jing Zhou changed back to the appearance of Jing Zongzhu, and the young man changed back to his Yu Ci.

In all fairness, Jing Zhou is not used to seeing it, but the only good thing is that he is taller than the little brat again.

"Master, the script..." Qi Wuwu thought that the master would bring a stack of fresh scripts when she left the customs, but who knew that the other party was empty-handed.

"I was busy chatting with Brother Zhou in Qingyuan Cave, so I didn't have time to write."

"Hmm..." Qi Wuwu was a little disappointed all of a sudden, but felt that Master Shizun was so sweet.

"However, I intend to write 100 million words, I owe you first, and I will show you when I finish writing."

"Thank you, Mistress." Qi Wuwu's mood cleared up all of a sudden.

Jing Zhou was eating the fish that the young man specially fried for him, and smiled at the young man: "100 million words, how many years do you have to write?"

"It's difficult to say, easy to say, it depends on whether brother Zhou is willing to provide me with materials."

Jing Zhou smiled but didn't answer, the boy suddenly thought of something: "That's right, what about the gift you gave me after leaving the customs?"

Jing Zhou smiled contemptuously: "Eat first, I will tell you later."

Qi Wusuo clicked his tongue next to him, lowered his voice and whispered in Jing Zhou's ear: "Master, you and your wife have retreated for a while, and your relationship is so good?"

Jing Zhou smiled: "It's a little bit close, and I chased him down."

"Congratulations, Master."

It was Xu time after dinner, the summer sky was long, and at the moment of Xu time, there was still a ray of light in the western sky.

In the east, a full moon rose slowly.

Jing Zhou explained a few words to Qi Wusuo, Qi Wusuo nodded with a smile, and Jing Zhou took the boy's hand and left.

"Where are you going?" The boy let him pull.

"Walk. Digest. Give you a gift."

The two of them did not use their swords, and walked side by side on Xiangwan's mountain road. The dusk gradually rose, and the mountain birds sang.

Billowing green waves sank into the night wind.

Jing Zhou carried a small luminous lamp, and the faint light flickered, falling on the mossy mountain road, stretching the figures of the two people very long, and finally overlapping.

The young man glanced at the Yeming Lantern, and suddenly said, "Tonight is the Ghost Festival."

"Well, before the seal of the ghost domain, tonight should be the night walk of the ghosts carrying the soul lamp, and from this road to the human world to eat incense and offerings."

"You put it that way, we seem to be walking on the road to hell."

Jing Zhou took his hand: "Let's go, but when we get to Naihe Bridge, don't drink Mengpo soup and forget me."

"Why, I drank Meng Po soup, so I forgot about the old man, isn't it okay?"

"I don't need you to forget him."

"Ok?"

Jing Zhou said softly: "You remember him, it doesn't matter."

He believes that if Yu Ci falls in love with Bai Yueguang again while remembering Bai Yueguang, that is the real love.

It is also his skill.

The young man smiled noncommittally, and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhou, have you ever thought that maybe I am a ghost?"

Jing Zhou stopped, turned around, and looked at the overlapping shadows of the two: "Ghosts don't have shadows, but you do."

"Ghosts are also good at deceiving people, so don't be careless."

"Damn, how many times have you coaxed me?"

The two walked while talking, just like ordinary Taoist couples strolling in the woods after dinner, until it was completely dark, Jing Zhou pulled the young man up the long white jade steps, and after walking about nine hundred steps, the young man became impatient: "You said to give me a gift, is this climbing a mountain?"

"The gift is on the top of the mountain, you are tired and I will carry you?"

"No, now that the poison is gone, I can walk by myself."

Practitioners walk fast, and in the time it takes for a stick of incense, the two of them walk up five thousand steps.

At the top of the mountain, it suddenly opened up, and a large piece of night firefly grass shone with light yellow light, fluctuating and flickering with the night wind, like a firefly flickering, and a river of stars all over the place.

On the fifteenth night of this night, the moonlight is good, and the brilliance of the sky and the world is flowing.

The young man was stunned by the scene in front of him, and immediately his chest began to jump wildly again.

Jing Zhou looked at his expression, felt clear and satisfied, and pulled him to sit on the ground.

"Why, brother Zhou's gift is this night firefly grass?"

"Does it look good?"

The boy stopped talking, Jing Zhou smiled: "There are better looking ones."

As soon as he finished his words, there was only a whistling sound, and the night sky burst into pieces of fireworks, and the sky was full of prosperity and brilliance for a while, reflecting the night of Xuanji Mountain like daytime.

The boy froze again.

Jing Zhou tilted his head slightly, the streamer outlined the outline of the young man's profile, for some reason, Jing Zhou could see a little loneliness in his eyes.

The two of them tacitly kept silent until the fireworks burned out and the night sky returned to silence. Jing Zhou asked lightly: "How is it?"

The young man was silent at first, and then hooked the corners of his lips: "It's a panic."

Jing Zhou also laughed: "I made the fireworks just now."

"I didn't see it, brother Zhou knows this."

"Of course not. For those who have learned before the retreat and are meaningless, I promised you during the Shangyuan Festival that I will set off fireworks on Xuanji Mountain. It should be fulfilled."

Under the cliff on the top of Yeying Mountain is the forbidden area of ​​Jinghu Lake that Jingzhou promised on the Lantern Festival.

The young man looked at the abyss under his feet, and the night wind whistled past his feet.

He looked up at Jing Zhou, his eyes were dark and deep, an abyss where the light of the night firefly grass could not be illuminated: "Could it be that whatever I want, Brother Zhou will offer it with both hands?"

There was a smile on the corners of Jing Zhou's eyes, but his eyes were serious: "I can't guarantee it."

"That's right," the young man lowered his eyes and smiled, "By the way, I also have a gift for Brother Zhou."

Jing Zhou was somewhat unexpected: "What?"

The young man imitated him: "Brother Zhou will know later, so close your eyes first."

"So mysterious?"

"Well, I have been preparing for a long time, I hope Brother Zhou will not be disappointed."

Jing Zhou closed his eyes as he said, thinking it was funny, the young man took his shoulders and turned his back to the cliff.

"I'm afraid Brother Zhou will peek at you, so I'll blindfold you first."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and covered Jing Zhou's eyes with both hands.

Even if the poisonous Gu was removed, the boy's hands were still very cold, as cold as two sheets of ice covering Jing Zhou's eyes.

"What's the deal?"

"Don't worry."

"..."

"One step forward, one more step, one more step."

"Are you still going?"

"Well, take another half step."

"...you're going to push me off a cliff?"

The young man smiled: "Did you die for love?"

His voice was as cold as his hands.

"Okay, you can stop now, don't open your eyes and turn around."

Jing Zhou followed the instructions, and the two switched positions.

At this time, Jing Zhou was facing the cliff, and the young man was standing with his back.

The wind got stronger, and Ye Ying's grass billowed and made a whimpering sound, half of the boy's foot was already in the air, and his hands were still covering Jing Zhou's eyes.

"Brother Zhou, before the gift is announced, I want to tell you something."

"Yeah." Jing Zhou's eyes were blindfolded, and he felt that the other party's hands were getting colder.

"I want to take you to meet my senior Ayan."

"Huh? He's not..."

The young man smiled creepily, "We'll know when we get down there."

"What do you mean?"

The boy didn't explain, and continued: "Before I see him, I have to tell you another secret."

Jing Zhou: "..."

A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and his heart was pounding.

"Brother Zhou, the soul under this shell has never been Yu Ci."

"..."

"I am Qi Jue."

"...!"

Jing Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, those cold hands moved away from his face.

The moonlight was just right, and the bright grass floated, clearly reflecting the smile on the young man's face.

"The road to Yuanjia is narrow, Brother Zhou, do you remember?"

The young man fell backwards slightly, his red clothes tumbling with the wind, falling from the cliff thousands of feet straight to the mirror lake where the enchantment of ghost domain was sealed!

July [-]th, Zhongyuan night.

Hundreds of ghosts should tear apart the barrier and travel the world at night.