The devil attacks me every day

The wind carried the moisture of the night dew, pushing the door open and entering.

"Huh..." Meng Qi'an quickly stepped into the room and closed the door, leaning his back on the door and exhaling, said: "You are right, Mr. Huaixian really came to find Xu Xiaofei."

"What did he come to find Xu Xiaofei? Has no one in Huanyun discovered that the evil cultivator Huai Xianjun has come in, or that there are other people from Huai Xianjun in Huanyun Sect?" Meng Qi'an was a little confused.

Zhuang Nanhai wanted to go with him before, but Meng Qi'an was afraid that he would lose his temper when he saw Xu Xiaofei, so he declined Zhuang Nanhai's company.

When he came back after confirming, seeing Zhuang Nanhai's concerned eyes, he forced himself to smile: "I'm fine, everything is going well. It's just that I saw a handwritten booklet at Xu Xiaofei's just now, and the runes on it are very strange... It's strange and inexplicably familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere..."

"Where have you seen it?" Zhuang Nanhai asked.

Meng Qi'an walked towards Zhuang Nanhai, and replied, "I just took a look, but I didn't see clearly, so I'm not sure."

"Then go again." Zhuang Nanhai poured a cup of hot tea for Meng Qi'an, pushed it to his hand, and said.

Meng Qi'an picked up the teacup and drank it down, then shook his head: "Wangshu Tower——all the restrictions where Xu Xiaofei lives, I touched it lightly just now, it's okay, but it just keeps me out. If he breaks in forcefully, Xu Xiaofei will definitely feel it." .”

"So what? Is that booklet important?"

"Important." Meng Qi'an didn't intend to lie to Zhuang Nanhai any more, and said, "Do you remember Xue Jizong, that bronze wall under the wind barrier?"

Zhuang Nanhai nodded: "Yes."

"Maybe. I mean maybe, the rune is the same as the one on the bronze wall. I didn't see it very clearly, but the feeling is the same. I want to see it again."

There is something Zhuang Nanhai is looking for hidden in the bronze wall, and the runes outside the bronze wall may also be related to Xu Xiaofei... Meng Qi'an thought of the picture of a beauty dressing in Song Hai's house, and felt that the matter became more and more complicated.

How many secrets are hidden behind Xu Xiaofei, he will raise himself as a human pill, is it really just for the Yin pill in his body?Or, does it have something to do with the things inside the bronze wall?

Zhuang Nanhai agreed with all the decisions made by Meng Qi'an.He asked: "What are you going to do? If Cangxia Mountain is really restricted, your identity will not be close. Besides, your face..."

Meng Qi'an didn't modify his face too much, and it was the same when he reunited with old acquaintances.But those old acquaintances before were considered friendly friends to him. They all thought that Meng Qi'an was dead, and if they met someone who looked like him again, even if they doubted it, they would not pose any threat to him.

But Xu Xiaofei was different.

"It's okay." Meng Qi'an pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "I've figured out a way."

·

On the second day, Meng Qi'an sneaked to Cangxia Mountain.Xu Xiaofei likes to be quiet, and he always doesn't want idlers to enter and leave his Wangshu Pavilion, but there is a situation where he will let people in.

That was the time to select a few medicine boys from Ling Yunfeng to assist him in refining the elixir.

Alchemy cannot be distracted, it takes all the hard work and spiritual power to succeed.The medicine boy is the person who waits in the alchemy room.One is to handle medicinal materials and do some chores for the pharmacist; the other is to always pay attention to the state of the pharmacist, so as not to fail to remove the mind from the furnace if the alchemy fails.

Recently, Xu Xiaofei needed to refine a batch of newly developed elixir, and he had already started to select it among the medicine boys in Ling Yunfeng.Working for him is a deacon surnamed Xin from Ping Yufeng.

After Meng Qi'an went back and informed Zhuang Nanhai, the two followed Deacon Xin to Lingyun Peak.

"Xu Yaoshi wants to choose four people to go to Cangxia Mountain to help. I don't think I will tell you what Xu Yaoshi's status is, but you already know it."

Deacon Xin looked at the group of drug boys in Lingyun Peak in front of him, and saw that their faces were full of joy and joy, so he poured cold water on them: "I will come again at noon tomorrow. Those who are not in place, don’t come here to shame! Yaoshi Xu only needs four useful people, do you understand?”

The disciples of Ling Yunfeng lowered their heads one after another: "I understand..."

Zhuang Nanhai lowered his head slightly, and whispered close to Meng Qi'an's ear: "Do you want to participate in the selection tomorrow?"

Meng Qi'an nodded: "Yes. I don't think there is any other way."

"Then I'm going too." Zhuang Nanhai said.

"Huh?" Meng Qi'an thought he heard it wrong, turned his head to look at Zhuang Nanhai, and blinked: "Why do you want to go?"

Zhuang Nanhai's face was serious: "Mr. Huaixian can enter and exit Huanyun at will, I am not at ease."

This reason sounds quite reasonable.

The bone flute lying on Zhuang Nanhai's waist and the two people hiding in the tassels exchanged a look of "children can teach" with each other, watching with satisfaction that their master finally managed to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

Meng Qi'an rubbed his chin and thought about it, and felt that this was feasible.After all, Huai Xianjun can't beat him for the time being, and Xu Xiaofei can't beat him either. With Zhuang Nanhai by his side, he must be much safer.

He asked: "Then you know the law of glory?"

Zhuang Nanhai: "...No."

"So you don't know how to control fire either?" Meng Qi'an sighed.

"..." Zhuang Nanhai's eyes were particularly solemn, and he replied, "I can learn."

·

After the two returned to Suluju that day, Meng Qi'an began to teach Zhuang Nanhai the method of Rongsheng.

"First of all, memorize the mental method." Meng Qi'an really doesn't have any teaching experience, so he managed to get the teaching experience out of his mind. It was the ghost cultivation method he taught He Dapeng before—maybe he didn't teach it right.

"Okay." Zhuang Nanhai has a superb memory, and Meng Qi'an can repeat it after reading it once: "All trees have spirits, and the spirits originate from the sky. Control the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and give ten thousand trees glory..."

He carried it seriously, and Meng Qi'an hugged a pot of September vines from the window.

"The method of Rongsheng can give birth to flowers, plants, trees, and elixir of heaven and earth. After you have finished memorizing the method, you can try to give birth to this September vine."

Meng Qi'an thought that Zhuang Nanhai would have to study for a while, but just after he finished reciting, he walked up to the September vine, put his index finger and middle finger together, pointed at the green September vine, and gathered energy on his fingertips.

A faint blue halo condensed from his fingertips. Wherever the halo touched, the Jiuyue Vine seemed to have obtained some great heaven and earth elixir. The leaves gradually lengthened and extended all the way to the table, and the flower buds bloomed in an instant , the room is full of fragrance!

Zhuang Nanhai's face was full of complacency. Although he had never learned anything, he always learned everything quickly.

"..." Meng Qi'an was dumbfounded and sniffed, "God, the talent is really good...then I don't have anything to teach you?"

He was slightly frustrated, waved his hands, and said, "Practice a few more times by yourself, and I won't bother you anymore."

Hearing this, Meng Qi'an actually wanted to leave, and the trace of complacency in Zhuang Nanhai's heart was instantly shattered.

He suddenly reached out his hand to hold Meng Qi'an who was about to leave.

The law of prosperity was cut off in an instant, and the Jiuyue vine, which had grown extremely rapidly due to too much spiritual power, lost its nutrients and turned into a scorched yellow in an instant.

Zhuang Nanhai's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he opened his mouth to lie: "I'm not very good at it, you teach me."

Seeing that the September vine withered instantly, Meng Qi'an was very distressed, and immediately used his spiritual power to continue the method of Rongsheng.A faint red halo quickly gathered at his fingertips, and the almost dead September vine got the pure medicinal power, and gradually turned green little by little.

"If you feel that the growth has reached a certain level and you want to stop, you must slowly withdraw the power of the medicine. If you cut it off too quickly, the herb will wither quickly due to the imbalance of the medicine power." Meng Qi'an said while saving the Jiuyue Vine.

The hand that grabbed Meng Qi'an's cuff still did not let go.

Zhuang Nanhai replied: "Okay, I will write it down."

When Meng Qi'an taught him something again, Zhuang Nanhai would learn to be good.What you understand is what you understand, but practice cannot be effective too quickly.He enjoyed the time with Meng Qi'an very much, so he pretended not to be very good at learning, and kept tossing the September vine in his hand.

"Try entraining qi as medicine." Meng Qi'an looked at Zhuang Nanhai, who was getting more and more clumsy, and wished to teach him with his hands——according to this progress, will Zhuang Nanhai pass the examination of Deacon Xin tomorrow?

Zhuang Nanhai secretly glanced at Meng Qi'an's slightly anxious eyes, and couldn't help but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his tone was discouraged, as if a little unhappy, and said, "I don't know how. How to induce Qi into medicine?"

Obviously this question has already been taught just now.

Meng Qi'an pursed his lips.If it wasn't for Zhuang Nanhai who had never lied to him, Meng Qi'an would even suspect that he was playing tricks on him.

He got up and walked behind Zhuang Nanhai, held his palm to connect with the spawned herb, and then covered the September vine with the medicinal power circulating in his body.

The reddish halo of his hands overlapped with Zhuang Nanhai's blue halo, the color was rich and charming.The September vine shrouded in halo twitched its delicate leaves, becoming more and more lush.

Meng Qi'an is a little shorter than Zhuang Nanhai, and his body is thinner than him. This posture is like holding Zhuang Nanhai in his arms.

The approaching teenager smelled of fresh sunshine.Zhuang Nanhai had already learned how to entrain qi into medicine, but this time he deliberately pretended not to understand, and focused on two purposes, feeling the breath of the approaching young man on his shoulder.

One of the two is guiding attentively, while the other is pretending to be eager to study. When the edge of the leaf of the September vine gradually forms a pale golden halo, which marks the efficacy of the medicine for 50 years, Meng Qi'an realizes that the two people who are too close to each other are entangled. Warm breath, ambiguous and terrifying.

The palm covering the back of Zhuang Nanhai's hand was warm and soft. Even through the fabric, Zhuang Nanhai could clearly feel the beating of Meng Qi'an's heart on his back, thump, thump, and the rapid sound.

The sound of approaching heartbeat made his whole body hot, and a strange desire arose from the bottom of his heart. In Zhuang Nanhai's mind, the image of Meng Qi'an's naked body with his underwear off that day when the heavy rain poured down appeared in his mind.

All the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

Sensing the tense muscles of the person in his arms, Meng Qi'an somehow remembered the moment when he peeked at him taking a bath, and the water droplets slowly slid down his firm chest, ambiguously hidden in the water.

It turned out that his muscles felt like this.

The absurd idea made Meng Qi'an's ears blush instantly.

"Cough." He quickly let go of Zhuang Nanhai's hand, and calmly stepped back half a step to distance himself.

Meng Qi'an's ears were hot, and even his cheeks were burning red. He was a little at a loss, his usual calmness was completely burned by the inexplicable shyness, and he was as quiet as a frightened quail.

They are obviously men.

They are obviously friends.

Here, Meng Qi'an was thinking of some strange things, but Zhuang Nanhai's tone sounded calm: "The method of Rongsheng is Xiaocheng, you can teach me the art of controlling fire."

Meng Qi'an walked a few steps beside him unnaturally, and answered in a low voice, "Yes."

The author has something to say: [Cubs who are chasing the article have a lot of studies and have to go to school, remember to study hard, I will try my best to write the story here, and wait for you to come to me with good grades~]

Zhuang Nanhai was holding a human storybook with a serious expression on his face.

Xiaoqian: What duck are you looking at?

Probe, a book of erotic pictures, intercourse between men and men is very promiscuous.

Xiaoqian: ...

Zhuang Nanhai: I have always learned everything quickly.

Xiaoqian: slip away

If the above small theaters, if they can be reviewed, I will write them out (in my lifetime

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