The devil attacks me every day

Slightly billowing spring water swaying cloud clothes, as soon as entering the mountain, it becomes a fairy.

Because they were brought back by Su Yaowei himself, and with the consent of Shu Cangzhu, all the wounded and patients of Xueji Sect were placed in Cang where the Holy Master Yaoxiu lived alone.

On Yunfeng.Naturally, Shu Cangzhu lived alone on the top of the mountain, while the others were placed halfway up the mountain.

"Fellow Taoists will rest here. Every day, the disciples in the sect will deliver wound medicine and food on time. The sweeping time is divided into Chenshi every day. Please note that

Pay attention to the time. "The deacon in the Huanyun Gate instructed and sent everyone into the gate.

Sulu Residence is where everyone in Xueji lived.

Meng Qi'an originally thought that with the status of Shu Cangzhu, the Cangyun Peak where he lived must be extraordinarily luxurious with carved beams and painted buildings, but he didn't expect that there were not many people living in Sulu's residence.

In the flashy decoration, only the emerald green bamboos and the peach trees in the garden complement each other.

The house is simple and elegant, the breeze blows, and the rich fragrance of flowers mixed with the fresh scent of elixir from Cangyun Peak makes people feel refreshed immediately.

Sure enough, it is the number one medicine sect in Liuhe.

"Sage Yaoxiu specially left you in Cangyun Peak to take care of them, but the rooms here are limited, and two people need to share one room. Please share the room with your fellow Taoists."

match……"

As soon as the deacon in the door finished speaking, a man leaning on the pillar with his neck crooked waved at Meng Qi'an and said excitedly: "Young Master Zhao!

Mr. Zhao, look here!I'm Song Hai, do you remember me? "

Meng Qi'an has always had a good memory, and nodded with a smile: "I remember, you are from the Song family in Middle-earth."

He is also one of the teenagers with Heyu.

"It's me! Mr. Zhao still remembers me! Ouch, my neck..." Song Haibin said, gently rubbing his neck with his hand, and asked: "Zhao

Young Master, who can I choose to share a room with?If Mr. Zhao doesn't dislike it, Song is willing to share a room with Mr. Zhao! "

As soon as the words fell, Song Hai's spine felt a chill suddenly, and a layer of chill spread from the soles of his feet.

He tried his best to lower his seriously injured neck, and at some point a thin layer of frost formed on the ground where his feet stepped.

Ok?

He looked around, only his feet were covered with frost.

A line of sight fell on him through the crowd.

The man was of extremely tall stature, and his slightly square face with Chinese characters looked a bit dull, but his eyes were not angry and majestic, making Song Hai couldn't help but take a step back.

This, who is this person?Are there such terrifying disciples in the sect?

The man withdrew his gaze, approached Mr. Zhao slowly, lowered his head slightly, and didn't know what he was saying to Mr. Zhao, but Song Hai saw that his eyes had changed.

, becomes extra soft.

Mr. Zhao also kept nodding his head, then smiled apologetically at him, and said, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I think I should..."

"I know, I know!" Song Hai hurriedly said, "I, I, I remembered that there is a fellow in my door... I have to take care of him! Mr. Zhao Zhao

Son, I'm leaving first! "

After finishing speaking, he tilted his neck and looked at the sky, walking away with a pace that his relatives did not recognize.

Meng Qi'an scratched his head, his face full of doubts.

Zhuang Nanhai pressed his palm on his left shoulder, "Let's go."

Then with a flick of the finger, the frost on the ground disappeared.

Shu Cangzhu didn't set any rules for everyone, he was a very good-tempered person.It's just that the deacon in the Huanyun Sect told Xueji and everyone not to

Trespassing on Shu Cangzhu's residence disturbed his quiet practice.

Although everyone in Xue Ji is a Taoist cultivator, they also know that refining the elixir requires full concentration and blessing with their own spiritual power.If you are disturbed, it is often a loss

They all responded very obediently, and they would definitely not wander around on Cangyun Peak.

"Fellow daoists, you are serious. Everyone in Huanyun can come and go as you please. It is only a place for some dignitaries in the sect to practice. Please don't come near it.

"The deacon in the door was afraid that everyone in Xueji would be too cautious, so he said with a smile.

Although the two of them lived in the same room, there were two beds arranged in the room, one by the window and one by the wall.There were two pots of green plants in front of the window, Meng Qian sniffed

Smell, it's actually two pots of spiritual grass named Jiuyue Vine.

Cangyun Peak is full of peach trees, and when you open the window, you can see peach blossoms in full bloom.

Light red, light white, full of dew, ready to fall and half open to send spring.The layers of pink petals are different in depth and light, and dense clusters are making noise on the branches.

Spring.Occasionally, there are tender green staggered on the peach branches, fresh and lovely.

Seeing Meng Qi'an fascinated by the peach blossoms, Zhuang Nanhai sat on the bed next to the wall.

The surroundings are not quiet, Xueji and the others are choosing a place to live, and there is a lot of noise outside the window.

It was too quiet.

Zhuang Nanhai licked his lips lightly, and asked, "Your friend named Eci is also a peach tree?"

Meng Qi'an was quite pleasantly surprised, and turned around, "How did you know?...I spoke to her that day, did you hear me?"

That's not the reason.

But Zhuang Nanhai didn't want to waste time explaining these boring things, so he brought up another topic: "How did you meet her?"

Because it was a past that had been buried in dust for a hundred years, Meng Qi'an seldom had the desire to confide in others, but now sitting across from him was Zhuang Nanhai.

He used to be a confidant who met by chance, the person who gave his life to save him along the way; now he is his new friend, the person who protects him as before.

Facing Zhuang Nanhai like this, Meng Qi'an was in a very relaxed state. He took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Let's start.

"When my sister and I first moved to that small courtyard, Eci was already there... No, she was still a peach tree at that time, and she wasn't called Eci. It was.

One year, Bai Lufei broke into an ice fox, and the clan beheaded it to preserve Feng's tranquility.The ice fox dies, and thousands of miles are frozen——you have been to Liufeng Mansion, since

However, I know that it is hot all year round and it has never snowed. "

"That was the first time my sister and I saw snow, so we wanted to be like ordinary people. We would write couplets of prayers for the coming year and hang them on the peach trees in the courtyard. The one I wrote

One is 'Peach Blossoms, Resign from the World of Dust', after Huici cultivated his spiritual consciousness, he took the name of Huici..."

His eyes sparkled when he talked about this past event, like a child who has encountered a new plaything.When it comes to rising, it will dance with hands and feet

Come.

Zhuang Nanhai cast a spell to close the window, removed his strange face, and sat quietly opposite Meng Qi'an, half leaning against the wall to listen to him.

This is a life that even Zhuang Qing has never participated in.

Zhuang Nanhai didn't know why he was in a particularly happy mood, just watching the young man tell him the story of his childhood, with a soft smile on his face

.

"...Those kids like to bully me and sister, but I have never lost!" Meng Qi'an was very proud when he talked about this matter.

The smallest fist was the heaviest, beating those skinny children until they cried loudly, ran back to complain with a bruised nose and swollen face.

But no matter how much Patriarch Meng doesn't want to see their siblings, they are Meng Xinyuan's children after all, and none of the complaints were successful, so they had to change their ways

Keep tossing them.

Zhuang Nanhai's voice became very soft.He looked into Meng Qi'an's eyes very seriously, and asked softly, "Why do they want to fight with you?"

Meng Qi'an was a little embarrassed, and smiled shyly: "You may not be able to see it now, but in fact, I look very similar to my sister. To tell you the truth, when I was young

Sister always said that I was like her younger sister, not like her younger brother... At first it was because of this, they always thought I was a bully, they came to pick my clothes off, laughing

I am like a girl.Fortunately, I was born with strange bones, so I rode them under me and beat them up the first time, haha. "

"Afterwards, it's even easier. If I can't win, I'm not convinced, and if I'm not convinced, I come to fight again, and the cycle goes on like this, the more I'm not convinced——

I am very grateful to them for accompanying me to practice, otherwise my skills are not so good! "

His tone was very relaxed, but Zhuang Nanhai's heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand.

At that time, how much Meng Qi'an suffered, and how much unknown effort he put in, was able to use his young body to block those bullies.

People who humiliated him and Meng Zhile.

The more relaxed and nostalgic the young man's tone, the more sour Zhuang Nanhai's heart felt.He missed too much everything about the young man, and he felt sorry for all of him.

Persistence when I was young.He involuntarily approached Meng Qi'an and held his hands.

The sudden touch disrupted Meng Qi'an's thoughts.

The numb feeling spread from the touching skin to the whole body, his voice was a little flustered, and the ending was a little fluttering: "You...what's wrong with you?"

He looked down at the palms they held, and then at Zhuang Nanhai's face, feeling hot behind his ears.

The young man's palm was cool and soft, exactly as Zhuang Nanhai remembered.

He wants to touch him, he likes to touch Meng Qi'an.

But he didn't dare to let Meng Qi'an know.

Zhuang Nanhai could only hastily take out a dark golden bead and stuff it in Meng Qi'an's palm. With that unknown nostalgia, he gently pinched it.

Under the young man's finger.

"Here." Zhuang Nanhai pulled out his hand suddenly, as if it was just to give him a normal touch.

The crunchy and numb feeling still remained on the fingertips, Meng Qi'an looked at the palm of his hand with red ears, then pinched the beads and took a closer look: "...this is

It can't be... thunder, right? "

Seeing that Zhuang Nanhai nodded, Meng Qi'an only felt a bit of a headache, and said helplessly, "Are you sure you are fighting for Jinglei, not tearing it down?"

Other people's hills? "

Unexpectedly, the person on the opposite side nodded very seriously: "Then dismantle it."

This appearance of vowing to stand up for him made Meng Qi'an laugh, and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, I'll keep it, and next time whoever provokes me, I'll tear him down."

The hill..."

The two chatted until the evening, Huanyun disciples delivered pills and food to everyone in Xueji one by one.

The Huanyun sect is worthy of being the number one medicine sect in Liuhe. It is very rich and powerful, but what it prepares is spirit rice and delicious spirit rice cultivated with the medicinal power of medicine cultivators.

Grass.Probably in order to preserve the abundant spiritual power in the spiritual food, all the dishes are mainly steamed and boiled. Meng Qi'an prefers thick oily red sauce.

Some are incapable of accepting.

Seeing that Meng Qi'an had no appetite, Zhuang Nanhai didn't say much at the moment, but at night, he changed into the Chinese character face of Xue Ji's disciple.

"Where... are you going?" Meng Qi'an asked.

"Looking for something." Zhuang Nanhai replied.

Meng Qi'an pursed his lips, wondering why Zhuang Nanhai had so many things to look for, but he waved his hand and said, "Be careful, Huanyunzong!"

Although Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is only a medicine sect, there are not many people who practice both Taoism and medicine. "

It's like the book Cangzhu.

It is said that the Holy Master Yaoxiu had a lot of grudges before he was recruited by Huanyun Sect Master Mu Fanyuan, but he only heard that the person who came to seek revenge died, but the Holy Master Yaoxiu was peaceful.

All right.If it wasn't for Shu Cangzhu's own extremely high Dao cultivation, he might not be able to defend against so many enemies.

Zhuang Nanhai paused with his hand extended towards the door, lightly pressed it on the door frame, turned his head and nodded slightly to Meng Qi'an: "Okay, I see."

The author has something to say:

Zhuang Nanhai: I slept with my wife (￣▽￣)～

Meng Qi'an: Divide into two beds

Zhuang Nanhai: (wronged)