The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

The spring water is clearer than the sky, draw a boat and listen to the rain to sleep*.

The clear and clear lake finally dissipated the mist, but it started to rain lightly.

The lake, which is as quiet as a crystal section, is densely and finely rippled by the rain, and the boundary between the water and the sky seems to be more blurred in the mist, no matter where it is, it is the same smoky blue.

A painting boat is the only strange color in this misty world.

The rain gently knocked on the bead curtain of the painting boat, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, and failed to splash a trace of moisture on the things inside.Amidst the fluttering tulle, a graceful black dress is lazily leaning on the beauty couch.

Qiu Shui cut her eyes and looked out of the painting boat through the scent of the incense burner, but she was a little melancholy, which dyed the misty and rainy lake full of light and melancholy.

She held on to the edge of the window with one hand, as if counting the time, and tapped on the window lattice slowly and orderly with her onion-like index finger, one sound at a time, as if hitting the bottom of people's hearts.

Suddenly, the woman raised her index finger, but did not drop it again.

Turning his soft eyes, he looked at the water surface not far away - a vortex was slowly forming from small to large.

Even through the beaded curtain, the movement on the lake still cannot escape her eyes.But she wasn't surprised at all, she just changed into a more comfortable position, resting her chin on one hand, looking at the whirlpool and murmured: "It's finally here."

But between the Yanqing lake and water, a touch of vermilion suddenly turned up from the bottom of the lake, like a red lotus blooming before it came out of the water.

But in the blink of an eye, the vortex continued to soar, but the center began to sink, and a slender white hand suddenly penetrated the water curtain and broke through the water!

A very conspicuous red silk rope was wrapped around the bright wrist with distinct joints, and a golden bell rang crisply the moment it came out of the water, and the rolling vortex stopped immediately, and then split to both sides.

A figure in red jumped up as if startled by the water, and landed on the bow of the boat without a sound.

When the tiptoe touched the painting boat, it didn't cause the slightest shaking.

As soon as the visitor stood firm, he brushed back his wet temple hair, and his sharp and handsome cheeks were immediately exposed to the misty rain.Although his complexion was a little pale, the divine light in his eyes still made the surrounding world darker by another three points, leaving only this touch of red clothes, which seemed to attract all the brilliance.

"He didn't die." Seeing that although his breath was a bit disturbed but he was not seriously injured, the woman's gentle face immediately lost interest.

With a movement of her fingers and a slight swing of her sleeves, the vortex that was forcibly held by the former suddenly dissipated, turning into gentle clear water again, and scattered in all directions: "Clean up quickly, don't dirty my boat."

Sheng Miyan said it bluntly, but he raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth opened a playful arc: "Why do you say that? I thought you thought too much about me."

Sheng Miyan rolled his eyes, and smiled gently: "If you talk nonsense again, get out."

"laugh."

Xie Changliu snapped his fingers in boredom, a gust of hot wind suddenly rolled up on the ground, and the red clothes and black hair dripping with water were immediately dried by the hot spiritual wind, and then fell down softly.

He opened the bead curtain cleanly, and sat down opposite the woman quite naturally: "It's so boring, it's still fun for my sweetheart."

Sheng Miyan reached out to hold the wine glass on the case, but her red lips parted slightly: "Why, have you been rescued?"

A ray of light seemed to flash before his eyes again, Xie Changliu picked up a strand of hair hanging from his chest, twirled it around his slender fingertips, but said indifferently: "The heart is very smart, where do I need the deity to save me?"

"Oh——" Sheng Miyan took a sip of the wine, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes, "It turned out that they couldn't be saved, and they ran away."

Xie Changliu raised his eyebrows, and was about to refute, but she turned the wine glass and said, "Don't forget, there are conditions for asking me to help you escape from Feng Bumin."

Fenghui Peak is surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds, and the water and sky in the Extreme Night Palace are all places with extremely dense water elements. Only Sheng Miyan, who has a high level of cultivation, can teleport people remotely with the help of these water elements.

He can think of this, and Feng Bumin can naturally think of it when he wakes up.

Knowing that he had indeed accepted the other party's affection, Xie Changliu was not hypocritical, he let go of the long hair that was entangled by himself, and then leaned against the window lattice on the other side of the painting: "When will the deity come?" Have you ever broken your promise? Isn’t it just a formation to restore memory, I found it for you.”

At the same time, Wu Weizong.

The moment the clear leaves got back to Jun Wuxin's neckline, the latter moved, carried Shen Zhihan through the protective barrier, and flew straight to Zuowang Peak.

The person in the arms is in a special situation, if he wants to exchange blood, it is most suitable to use the spiritual spring in the back mountain of Zuowang Peak.

It's a blood exchange, but it's not about exchanging blood between the two, but using the fairy blood in Jun Wuxin's body as a medicinal material, supplemented by heaven and earth aura, to replace part of Shen Zhihan's blood, thus giving him new vitality.

The essence and blood of the fairy body, together with the aura of the hot spring, is the most direct elixir to cure Shen Zhihan.

Jun Wuxin carefully placed the person in his arms on the soft grass, and was about to stand up, when a distant crane sounded from the sky behind.

As the guardian of the protective barrier, Bai He was almost the first in the entire sect to know that the headmaster had returned. A crane about two people tall fell from the sky and turned into a handsome boy in white clothes and a silver crown.

"Immortal Venerable."

Bai He saluted politely first, then raised his eyes, but his eyes froze when they touched Shen Zhihan who was behind him with a weak breath, and worried: "Elder brother, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jun Wuxin got up, his eyes seemed to be full of gentleness, "Baihe, there are a few things I need you to do—"

"First, block the protective barrier, and no one is allowed to enter or leave," he paused, "Second, guard outside Zuwang Peak, before I come out, no one is allowed to visit."

Bai He lowered his head and said respectfully: "Yes."

Jun Wuxin smiled softly: "Remember to keep an eye on Anian and tell her not to run around."

The young man choked when he heard the words, but kept silent, and said with difficulty: "Immortal Venerable, Fairy Qingxuan, she..."

The smile on the former's face was even bigger: "Run away again?"

Bai He nodded, and said honestly: "Yesterday night, I sent Han Yi to Qingjing Peak and left."

"Forget it, let her go," Jun Wuxin rubbed his forehead, then waved his hand, "You go first."

"Yes." Baihe saluted again, and then his body changed, turning into his body again and soaring away.

Seeing that the white crane had already flown out of the range of Zuowang Peak, Jun Wuxin groaned for a moment, then opened his hands.

The white spiritual power gushed out from his body continuously, and immediately turned into hundreds of sword marks, and then flew in all directions like meteors, quickly intertwined and interwoven into a huge barrier, immediately enveloping the entire Zuowang Peak.

The crystal leaf flew out from his neckline again, and was about to make a sound, but the petiole at the end was pinched by Jun Wuxin's hand without warning, and then ruthlessly pulled down.

"Junior! What are you going to do—"

Before the immature childish voice fell, Jun Wuxin grabbed a teacup without hesitation, pressed it down without any hesitation, and pinned the former to the ground: "Senior, don't look at evil, don't you understand?" ?”

Leaves:"???"

Jun Wuxin smiled so harmlessly to humans and animals, but the movements of his hands were smooth and flowing, with just a light touch, he pressed a sword mark on the teacup, and the latter seemed to be stuck immediately, no matter how much the leaves struggled, they could no longer move an inch .

"Jun Wuxin, you're going too far!" The leaf's protesting voice was muffled by the cup, but it didn't affect it in the slightest to express its anger, "Is there no end to bullying the elderly? You will be beaten like this, do you know? !"

"Hmm—" Jun Wuxin shook his head and chuckled, "Senior, you can't speak like that."

He let go of the hand holding the cup, and said sincerely: "You should know that no one can beat me. Otherwise, how would you find me?"

Leaves:"……"

All right, it's the pot.

Ye Ye silently recited "I'm looking for" three times for self-hypnosis, and then began to pretend to be dead.

Seeing that the other party had finally lost his voice, Jun Wuxin stood up, helped up Shen Zhihan who was still in a deep coma, and let him stand on his body.

A sword energy came out, and Daozi's belt fell off in response.Layers of inner shirts were unrestrained, and petals were scattered one after another, revealing a white and lean chest and abdomen like a line of flower stamens.

Jun Wuxin subconsciously recognized his gaze, but his knuckle-boned fingers curled up, and then he slowly pinched his collar.

The hot air of the hot spring seemed to be able to steam people's hearts, he gritted his teeth, and finally peeled off Shen Zhihan's clothes.

When the water vapor touches the skin, it is easy to make people feel cold.

Shen Zhihan was weak, and when the last layer of underwear was taken off, he flinched unconsciously, and a layer of pimples instantly formed on his white jade-like skin.

Jun Wuxin hugged the trembling Shen Zhihan into his arms almost without thinking, and the spiritual power continuously wrapped him up.

The cold skin finally warmed up, but Jun Wuxin still maintained the posture of embracing the person, but slowly moved his hands down, untiing the complicated and layered long skirt around Shen Zhihan's waist.

The hem of the skirt fell to the ground like a cloud, and Jun Wuxin let out a barely audible sigh of relief when he saw the pants on Daozi's body.

He wrapped his arms around the opponent's slender waist with one hand, and untied the tie of the crane cloak on his body with the other hand.

The cloak covered in gold embroidery slipped from his shoulders, revealing his extraordinarily tall waist bound by the black gold belt.Jun Wuxin crossed her hands, took off the ice silk gloves on her hands, then bent down, picked up Shen Zhihan's knees, and hugged him horizontally again.

There are steps made of white jade at the edge of the hot spring, Jun Wuxin carefully walked into the water with the person in his arms, finally a trance appeared on his expression.

Although this eldest disciple is not the most skilled swordsman among the three disciples, he is the one he loves the most.

Ever since he knew that there was a spiritual spring behind Zuowang Peak where he lived, he loved to take him to soak in the hot spring for various reasons. Although Jun Wuxin couldn't understand it, he got used to it over time.

And the last time he entered this hot spring was the night before Shen Zhihan crossed the Golden Core Tribulation, and it had been a hundred years ago.

Jun Wuxin shook his head, let Shen Zhihan lean on his shoulder again, and then raised his left hand.

Without the cover of the ice silk gloves, the heavy and wide sleeves slid down a few inches with his movements, revealing a clean wrist.

Under the skin as if frozen by frost and snow, light blue blood vessels were faintly visible. Jun Wuxin's eyes sharpened, and a bloodstain appeared on it out of thin air. The dark red liquid instantly overflowed and slid down his arm.

"Tick."

The sound of blood dripping into the spring resounded in the empty back mountain, as crisp as a harp ringing.

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* Tang Wei Zhuang "Bodhisattva Man"

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