I am deeply in love with my old enemy? [Transmigration Book]

Tan Qing walked away with the sword, dressed in white, with one hand behind his back, interpreting the four characters of Daogu Xianfeng to the extreme.

Su Zhen watched the leaving figure quietly until it was hidden by the white clouds.

The wrist was so hot that it seemed that there was still the residual warmth from him just now. He stood up from the platform and put his other hand on the wrist that Tan Qing was holding just now. With a light stroke, the black vine-like tattoo was exposed. come out.

It was particularly conspicuous in the skin color, Su Zhen looked down, a little flustered in his eyes.

He just felt like a longbow that was drawn into a full moon. The arrow was on the string, but he didn't know where to shoot it. From the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, he was stretched taut by a string.

At this time, the voice in my mind was very clear, and said with a bit of a smile: "Are you afraid?"

"No."

The voice was as if he hadn't heard his answer: "What are you afraid of? Let me hide the traces at the last moment? Even if he can see it, as long as I don't want to, he will invite you to kill the demon sword." To no avail."

He paused, as if thinking of something more interesting: "Could it be, do you think the vines I printed on your wrist are ugly? You don't want him to see them?"

"Shut up!" Su Zhen reprimanded, one of his fingertips hooked into a hook, and he dug down directly towards the tattoo on his wrist. The gouged out flesh and blood drooped on his fingertips. A few deep crescent moon marks were left behind, and blood dripped out.

Unexpectedly, with the emergence of blood, the demonic energy suppressed by him gushed out directly, which made him almost unable to restrain it.

"Give me control of your body, hurry up!" The voice became tense at this moment, what is this place: Dao platform!Of course he hopes that Su Zhen can practice his skills and be controlled by him, but it's definitely not here, where the devilish energy leaks out, isn't it clearly revealed that I want to be enchanted?

Suzhen clenched his teeth and summoned the saber, trying his best to suppress the devilish energy in the wound, and wanted to fly back to the house where the devilish energy could be restrained from dispersing.

Just as the door was closed tightly, the uncontrollable demonic energy completely filled the room, and Su Zhen exerted all his strength, but he couldn't suppress it.

But that voice completely lost the panic just now: "Boy, with blood as a bond, you are very self-taught in the exercises of my strange demon ancestor."

Su Zhen closed his eyes tightly, trying to exclude the voice of the strange demon ancestor, but his technique is like this, it will amplify people's emotions without limit, which makes Su Zhen a little concerned at first, and becomes Became infinite care, jealousy.

This is even more so now. It was a bit annoying at first, but it was magnified by the exercises, and it became unbearable at all. Such emotional fluctuations further contributed to the strength of the strange demon ancestor.

He could even turn into a cloud of black mist and emerge from his wound, admiring the struggle of the kid in front of him: "The more you hate me, the more you hate me, the more power I will gain."

"Zhu...kou" was accompanied by these two words, and the blood oozed from Su Zhen's clenched teeth. It seemed like a switch, and the ears and eyes also oozed blood at the same time.

Blood gushed out from all parts of his body as if he didn't want money, and was accompanied by black devilish energy, swirling in the air.

The blood and demonic energy condensed into a formation, which suppressed the leakage of the demonic energy one layer at a time. People outside the house could only smell the horrible bloody smell.

"Suzhen... injured?" Tan Qing stood under the pear tree, the breeze mingled with a strong smell of blood caressing his body, blowing a few strands of hair, and the flying air was intertwined and tangled, but he had no time to fight Li, looking at the room in front of him without moving his eyes: "He was not injured when I left, so how could there be such a strong smell of blood all of a sudden?"

He suddenly thought of the formation in the room that can isolate the devilish energy: Could it be that he is already practicing the skill of the ancestor of the strange demon?But there is no way to verify this matter, so he can't be allowed to knock on Suzhen's door.

The first person who found out that Suzhen practiced magic arts did not end well.

But... He raised his right hand, and the piano behind him followed the arc of his hand, and stopped firmly in front of him.

He retreated for five years, thinking about nothing else every day, only thinking about those golden fingers in Suzhen, and naturally figured out a special way to deal with the strange demon ancestor.

But... He looked down at the guqin parked in front of him, he couldn't just play such a song to punish evil, wouldn't it mean that there is no silver 300 taels here?

He was worrying, when he suddenly saw Qiu Mansion in the distance, holding flowers he picked from nowhere, bouncing towards here, humming a nursery rhyme from nowhere, there was no way to understand it. It's not catchy, I really don't know how he memorized it, but he can still hum it on his lips.

Qiu Di raised his eyes and saw his senior brother Tan Qing standing far in front, he stopped humming and didn't want the flowers in his hand, and ran over in a dizzy manner: "Senior brother Tan Qing, how do you know that I'm looking for you?" And you?"

"Why are you looking for me?" Tan Qing lowered her head, her voice was as gentle and gentle as that of coaxing a child.

"Hmm..." Qiu Di rolled his big eyes: "My sister wanted to go to your place to find a book on cultivation, so I volunteered to come here, but it turned out that you were blocked by a formation and couldn't get in. I don't know Did you come here?"

Tan Qing smiled, seeing the innocuous lies he said, he was obviously greedy for the scenery on the road, otherwise why could he walk to the opposite distance from his mansion with a pair of short legs?

Besides, with Qiu Mingzhu's character, how could he open his mouth to ask for the method of cultivation and let his younger brother get it?Although the book was important to him, Qiu Mingzhu was his future wife, so there was no need to worry about it.

Tan Qing bent over and smiled and drew a small formation on his hand: "Okay, this can go in." Blinking his eyes, he said: "You must move all the third row on the north side of the bookshelf, they are At the stage of getting started, one book will not work.”

Then he got his wish and saw Qiu Di's collapsed face, but the child has many eyes and is very flexible. When he saw the qin parked in front of Tan Qing, he suddenly said: "Brother Tan Qing, do you want to play the qin? Can I listen to it?" After listening, we went back to get the book together.

Isn't it nice to have someone come to give you a pillow when you are dozing off?Tan Qing's smile widened a little: It's not in vain that brother loves you so much, he really knows how to pass the ladder.He was facing the direction of Qiu Mansion, but his black pupils were facing the closed door of Suzhen, and he looked sideways, then slowly retracted his gaze, and simply sat on the pear behind him. Under the tree: "Okay, senior brother will talk to you."

"Zheng..." The slender strings trembled slightly with the provocation of his fingertips, and echoed infinitely for a while, like the bell of an ancient temple when a dynasty was overthrown, it was long and far-reaching, and I don't know how many stories are contained in it.

Then the fingertips changed, and the sound of righteous way came out neatly, not like the melody of Zhu Mo, but just like the tune that Qiu Mansion hummed just now, it was obscure and difficult to catch the ear.

It's a bit like the chanting sounds of many monks together, but they are not the same, because the tone is uneven and slow, each of them is an obscure and harsh sound, containing the momentum of attack in the calm.

Kankan suppressed every opening of the strange demon patriarch, but he did not appease the jealous and angry emotions in Su Zhen's mind, as if a feather arrow had been injected into him, dispersing all his newly condensed thoughts.

As long as he still has the sense of hearing and touch, the feather arrows in his mind will not be broken. As the strings vibrate faster, Su Zhen even loses the ability to think for a while, and only those strings are in his mind. Feather arrows.

This achieves another level of peace.

The vibrating of the last string stopped, and the music against the ancestor of the strange demon came to an end. The people in the room showed pain, and it was not known whether they were pale due to excessive bleeding, or were stimulated by the sound. .

"Tan Qing..." These two words lingered in his mouth, but he didn't spit them out after all. They swallowed them down his throat and turned them into nourishment for him to live.

It took him a while before he had the energy to sprinkle the hemostatic medicine on his wound.

The bloody atmosphere in the house was not increasing, and Tan Qing also had calculations in his mind. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Qiu Di sitting on the lawn in front of him. Into the ear" ran away.

"Really." Tan Qing didn't realize that the music he had practiced for five years was not good: "This kid, I don't know where he went to play."

There was no point in staying here any longer, he stood up with his sword, and left to stay by the pear tree.

After a long time, Qiu Di walked here step by step with a book half as tall as a person, and wiped the sweat from his brow, only to find that senior brother Tan Qing had already left.

Originally wanting to ask Tan Qing to praise him, Qiu Mansion simply put a pile of books under the pear tree, and went around to find out if Tan Qing was here.

no one.

Not reconciled to searching again, he finally realized that it was a waste of effort to bring the book here, and he drooped his head just as he was about to take back the book that was originally placed under the tree.

The two little dejected eyes raised: under the pear tree, only the roots protruded, and the petals were embedded in it, and there were no traces of books.