The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

"Twenty years is enough."

The child only said a word, then turned back again, staring closely at the sleeping boy on the bed, his eyes were tainted with a trace of inadvertent tenderness.

"Even if you become a human, how can you stay by his side?" Jun Wuxin tapped the table with her index finger, trimmed her round nails, and hit the sandalwood table with a crisp sound, "How about this?" , how about you come to be my disciple?"

Hearing the words, the child didn't show any special expression change, but just tapped his chin lightly to express his agreement.

Seeing this, Jun Wuxin smiled and said, "Then it's settled, but what name do you want to use?"

The former hesitated for a moment, first looked up at the bright moon outside the window, then waved his small hand lightly, and the green smoke immediately flew out of his sleeve and landed on the table in front of Jun Wuxin.

"Zhilan? Good name."

Jun Wuxin hooked the corner of his mouth: "If you want to block all the troubles for him, the surname 'Lu' is the most suitable - from now on, you will be called 'Lu Zhilan', how about it?"

Shen Zhihan was speechless.

It turned out that the relationship between him and his junior brother Lu Zhilan began 3000 years ago, at the moment when he was protecting him in his heart!

He tapped his forehead regretfully: "Why didn't I find anything?"

In Shen Zhihan's memory, this junior was taciturn, with an iceberg face, and most of the time a sentence would not exceed five words.

But in fact, the biggest reason for his personality is that he is the sword soul of the cultivator who should be stripped of his emotions, and somehow he carried Mu Yichen's love for someone by accident.

Shen Zhihan felt this love once when Lu Zhilan entered his heart. It was like a calm and boundless sea, silent but overwhelming.

It's a blessing or a misfortune that such a strong love is carried in such a soul.

"Have you heard Jun Wuxin's words?" Bai Shu said quietly, "He tries hard to strengthen people, and he can live for at most 200 years. Student Shen Zhihan, if you wait any longer, he will really die."

Shen Zhihan didn't speak, he didn't know if he didn't dare to answer him or didn't want to answer.

Seeing him lost in thought, the young man raised his wide sleeves again.

These are all the contents recorded automatically by World Tree in deep sleep. Up to now, Shen Zhihan has seen Jun Wuxin, Feng Bumin and Lu Zhilan, and he doesn't know who will be next.

He was thinking like this, but his eyes suddenly turned red, and he was almost burned by the fire.

A suppressed growl came from not far away, Shen Zhihan looked forward subconsciously, and saw a red-clothed figure writhing back and forth in the same scarlet flame, looking extremely painful.

Below the man was the still flowing golden-red magma. Above the magma, a lotus leaf stretched out, on which lay an extremely handsome man in red.

If you look closely, you can see the struggle and pain on Xie Changliu's indistinguishable handsome face, as well as drops of cold sweat on the pale face illuminated by the fire.

The most amazing thing is that these flames are not rolling golden orange flames, but extremely subtle red lotus flowers.

Those karmic fires are not dancing flames, but countless lotus flowers that are constantly opening and closing.If someone else came, they would definitely feel that this scene has a strange beauty.

But who is Shen Zhihan?He has seen such a lotus flower and such a flame, of course he knows what it is.

Xie Changliu's body was covered with the extremely hard-to-find red lotus karmic fire, a divine fire that could burn everything, and at this moment, this divine fire had spread all over his body.

If Shen Zhihan hadn't been in the palace 3000 years ago, he would have no idea what Xie Changliu is doing now.

But it was because of the business in the palace that he was even more worried at this moment - Xie Changliu wanted to use the fire of karma to completely get rid of his devil body physique!

"What's going on here?" Shen Zhihan looked at the young man beside him, frowned and said, "Shouldn't Xie Changliu be in Jingwei Academy? Why is he in such a place?"

"Here, as you can see," Bai Shu pouted, "I know why you brought Xie Changliu to Jingwei Academy. But unfortunately, the only way in this world to restore the magic fetus to a normal body is One is Karmic Fire Forged Body."

He glanced at the man in red writhing in pain in the flames again, and said softly: "And Xie Changliu in front of you is doing such a thing."

Seeing Shen Zhihan's silence, Bai Shu smiled again: "If you're worried, I can tell you the result of what he did—"

"It just hurts a little, and he won't die, but lives well, and his physique has successfully changed, but why do you think he still wants to be a demon?"

"Why?" Shen Zhihan subconsciously followed his words and asked.

"Well, I actually don't know about this problem. Your human emotions have always been complicated, and it is difficult for me to understand. Although I have seen the vicissitudes of life for tens of thousands of years, I still can't understand everything you do. When things happen, it really represents what kind of thoughts you have in mind."

The boy shrugged: "Although I can't tell you what he thinks, I can tell you what happened afterwards, so as to save us from wasting our time and take a closer look."

Shen Zhihan pursed his lips, and listened to what happened to Xie Changliu in the next few thousand years amidst Xie Changliu's painful growl.

It is not an easy task for an immortal cultivator to gain a foothold in the Demon Realm, but Xie Changliu did it.

Only with a sword.

The sword was actually made from the golden bell on his body. Qin Liuli left so suddenly that he didn't have time to tell him the function of the golden bell.

But Xie Changliu is so talented that he found out some ways by himself.

For example, Jinling can transform into a long sword that suits him best according to his will, but its greatest function is still to make Xie Changliu ignore everything and restrictions.

Back then when he quietly appeared on Zuowang Peak and was not noticed by the barrier, he used the function of the golden bell.

Logically speaking, with this function, he should be able to turn the world of immortals and devils upside down.

But although Xie Changliu is a person who does what he wants, he is a principled person.After holding this bell for so many years, the only purpose he used it for was to travel through the barrier of Wuweizong to visit Shen Zhihan on Zuowang Peak.

—Of course more than once.

Shen Zhihan was dumbfounded as Bai Shu counted out the times and places where Xie Chang stayed in Zuowang Peak to spy on him one by one, and felt a burst of heat rushing to his forehead instantly!

"Okay!" He finally covered Bai Shu's mouth unbearably, and gritted his teeth, "You just need to tell me, how did he know that I was sitting on Wangfeng Peak in Wuwei Sect?"

The young man curled his lips when he heard the words: "Jun Wuxin and Lu Zhilan did protect you very well. Before you formed a pill and went down the mountain to practice, no one in the cultivation world has ever heard of when the Wuwei Sect accepted a disciple."

"And those two idiots would never have imagined that you, who have always been lazy and don't like to practice, not only went to the Zhegui Conference by accident, but also beat the crowd and won the first place."

"The name of Wuwei's leader, Qing Yun, spread all of a sudden. Do you think Xie Changliu is deaf?"

Shen Zhihan was a little speechless: "So he has been following me since then?"

The boy snapped his fingers: "Congratulations, you got the answer right."

He looked at Xie Changliu who was still rolling among the blossoming red lotuses, and then turned his sleeves over again.

Shen Zhihan knew that he was going to change the scene again, but he couldn't help being curious: "Where are you going next? Whose story are you going to tell me?"

Bai Shu chuckled: "You're right, after reading everything, let's talk about the previous problem."

previous question?

Shen Zhihan was startled, and immediately realized that the lines on the two's feet were not quite right.

This is a formation.

If you have to say that it is more unusual than ordinary formations, there is a cyan figure squatting in the center of the formation.

The man has picturesque eyebrows, and his black hair is tied behind his head meticulously.The hairband is particularly long, with long traces on the ground, like the tail feathers of a phoenix bird.

The corners of the green clothes without any embellishments were laid out on the ground like this, a small part was covered by the pattern.

Shen Zhihan immediately recognized who he was - Fang Qiyu.

He looked intently, and saw that he was holding a cinnabar pen in his hand, writing something on the ground.

Shen Zhihan and Shen Zhihan didn't speak first. After adapting to the shock, he became extremely calm, but when Fang Qiyu turned around, he caught a glimpse of the other's face.

In fact, Shen Zhihan's imagination was good. Fang Qiyu's eyebrows and eyes were too pale. If he didn't smile, he would look a little bit serious and detached from the world.

For some unknown reason, Fang Qiyu's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, so much that Shen Zhihan almost thought it was some old man who didn't move very well.

Xu was trembling too much, and at the moment when Shen Zhihan had this thought, his hand softened, and the cinnabar pen fell from the finger carved out of white jade with a "click", and it was not biased on the completed pattern. Unyieldingly poked a mole.

Shen Zhihan's heart shrank.

Although he doesn't know how to do it, he also knows that there should be no mistakes in theory when drawing the formation, otherwise the formation will be destroyed at least, and people will die at worst.

As if to prove the truth of his words, the vermilion pattern glowed brightly at the moment when the "Zizi" appeared, but it was not the aura formed by the formation, but began to disappear one by one after the light passed.

Shen Zhihan stared dumbfounded at these patterns fading away with Fang Qiyu at the center, while the man in Tsing Yi covered his mouth and nose in pain.

Without the cover of cinnabar, he realized that the ground was the color of suet jade, as white as a pile of snow.

"pat, pat..."

It seemed that the sound of liquid dripping on the ground was particularly obvious in the silence.

Shen Zhihan's eyes moved up subconsciously, and when they fell on Fang Qiyu's face, he saw the color of blood appear on his plain hand covering his mouth and nose.

Drops of blood flowed from between the fingers, dripping onto the suet jade floor without hesitation.

And at the moment when the pattern completely disappeared, Fang Qiyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, let go of his hand, and vomited out a mouthful of blood "wow"!

Shen Zhihan: "?!"

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