The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

"Master?"

The person on the bed was wrapped into a cicada chrysalis, Zhou Xuanlan called out, and found that the figure under the quilt was shaking, reaching out to lift the corner of the quilt.

"Don't lean over."

The voice coming from under the quilt was muffled, slightly hoarse, with a slight nasal sound after waking up.

It sounded like being bullied.

Zhou Xuanlan quickly curled his fingers back, and was silent for a while: "Master, stretch out your hand."

After a while, a white jade-like hand stretched out from under the quilt, the wrist turned, and the five fingers waved lightly in the air, "You go out first."

Having no face to see his apprentice, Shen Liuxiang buried himself in the quilt, his vision was pitch black, but his perception of the surroundings was enhanced a lot.

There was a wind in the room blowing over the outstretched hand, bringing a cool feeling. At this moment, a hand came up, with a warm breath, and slender and strong fingers grabbed his wrist.

"?" Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes slightly.

Speak well, what are you doing with your hands and feet? !

He retracted his hand desperately, and the people outside did not allow it. During the pulling, half of his arm was exposed in the air. The cold air brushed against his fair skin, and his eyes fell on it vaguely.

"Master, don't move." Zhou Xuanlan put the pill into the hand that finally stopped, "This is the sober pill. This disciple just went to Danfeng to get it. Master, remember to take two pills."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

Eh?

Are you just giving him medicine?

After the sound of closing the door, Shen Liuxiang lifted the quilt, sat up, stared at the pill bottle in his hand for a while, his nose tipped slightly, and was completely moved.

The apprentice is also too kind, for doing such a thing to him, he still didn't forget to take the elixir for the master.

Shen Liuxiang swallowed the hangover pill, and the pill slipped through his throat like a warm current.

He got down, and the microphone lit up: "Come see me at Yeming Peak."

The suzerain ordered, so Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to dress neatly and rush to Yeming Peak, stepping over the winding stone steps, and found a figure on the top of the mountain.

Wearing a green shirt, Ling Ye stood in the elegant pavilion, holding a scroll in his hand, aware of the heavy breath, looked sideways, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.

"come over."

Shen Liuxiang arrived in two or three steps.

Ling Ye put away the book, held Shen Liuxiang's wrist with his right hand, and unintentionally cast his eyes on the wrist, and found reddish finger marks, which were particularly obvious against the white skin.

He frowned, and in the end he didn't say a word, he only put two fingers on Shen Liuxiang's wrist, probed for a while, and said in a deep voice, "How long has it been since you meditated and practiced?"

Shen Liuxiang choked: "Some days."

Ling Ye put down his hands: "You have just entered the realm of transforming gods, and you need to stabilize the messy spiritual power in your body. You are too slack."

Shen Liuxiang lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips and remained silent.

This feeling, like being criticized by the teacher for not completing the homework, is really bad.

Ling Ye pointed to the round altar not far away, "Go there and meditate, and don't leave before dark."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the book again and ignored him.

Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to shrug his head and find a place in the round altar, and sat down cross-legged.

Time passed little by little.

Ling Ye read the books for half an hour, looked up at the sky, and there was still an hour and a half before it was dark. He had a lot of work, so it was naturally impossible to guard Shen Liuxiang and practice here.

Ling Ye came out of the pavilion, and his eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang.

It seems that he is sleeping soundly.

Shen Liuxiang sat crookedly, with his head resting on the cold stone carving, his long hair was loosely tied, and a few strands of black hair fell on his shoulders.

He pursed his lips, not knowing what he had dreamed of.

Ling Ye stared at it for a long time, took out a soft pillow from the storage bag, squatted down, held up Shen Liuxiang's head, put a pillow under it, and then left with a flick of his sleeves.

"Ah chirp~" Shen Liuxiang sneezed, woke up from the howling cold wind, looked around, and saw that it was completely dark.

He rubbed his sore neck, moved his head lightly, and a pillow fell to the ground.

Shen Liuxiang froze for a moment, touched the soft pillow lightly with his fingers, and remained silent for a long time.

"Pfft" laughed out loud.

Hahaha.

People like senior brother carry a small pillow with them and spread the word, the majesty of Sect Master Qingling will definitely be gone.

Shen Liuxiang seemed to have caught a small trick, and he laughed for a while, then hugged the pillow treacherously, and searched for the way back.

He was not familiar with the mountain peaks, and it was night, so he let go of all his consciousness to explore the way, and inadvertently, in a corner of Yeming Peak, he heard the sound of rushing water.

With a heartbeat, Shen Liuxiang hurried away.

There is a natural hot spring pool in Yeming Peak, and the pool is full of aura. It is written in the book that Ling Ye will soak in the pool for a while every day when he is in the sect. In this place, there will be some incidents in which his relationship with Su Baiche will develop by leaps and bounds in the future.

Zhou Xuanlan was lighting a lamp in the room, and was summoned out of nowhere.

The master stared at him, his eyes sparkled, and pointed to a maze in front of him: "Can you break through this maze and take me in without anyone noticing?"

Zhou Xuanlan had never been to Yeming Peak, so he didn't know where it was. After pondering for a while, he reached into the magic circle, "Yes, this magic circle is very simple."

A gratified smile appeared on Shen Liuxiang's face. Today, he wanted to verify a shocking secret.

There was a mist over the hot spring pool, some clothes were piled up on the shore, and a figure was submerged in the water, surrounded by a faint aura.

Covering his figure with vegetation, Shen Liuxiang squatted down, picked up two fallen leaves, and handed them to his apprentice, "If you don't dare to look, cover your eyes."

Zhou Xuanlan's face was as cold as ice.

Letting him break the formation was actually to peek at others taking a bath.

"Who is he?" The night was dim, and only the figure of a man could be seen.

Shen Liuxiang said in a low voice: "Senior brother."

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes slightly: "Master, you—"

Shen Liuhang pressed his slightly parted thin lips with his index finger, blocking back the unspoken words, "Hush, keep your voice down."

The people in the pool were about to get up, Shen Liuxiang hurriedly cast his gaze away, his move was definitely not coveting his senior brother's beauty, but just to clear up some doubts.

This novel, he was able to insist on seeing the ending, largely because the author dug a hole at the beginning, implying that the big villain will appear in the demon world, and he is the black dragon who controls the luck of this world.

So Shen Liuxiang waited and waited until the end without even seeing a dragon's tail.

Shameless digging holes and not filling them!

But the author said in the second half that the black dragon has already appeared, and its characteristic is that it has a reverse scale on its body.

Fans of the book expressed their opinions, and their faces were red and red, but it was a pity that they didn't have a reason until the end.

Thinking of this, Shen Liuxiang glanced at his apprentice with a meaningful expression on his face.

Everyone guessed that Ling Zongzhu, Ye Jianzun, Mozun and others were all well-founded, but when it came to Zhou Xuanlan, the style of painting changed suddenly.

"Xuanzhu seven times a night, seven days and seven nights effortlessly, the strength of the Dragon Clan is beyond doubt!"

Shen Liuxiang remembered that his guesses were based on things like this.

Gee.

amazing.

Applause for Lord Xuanzhu.

There was movement in the hot spring, and the figure in the pool stood up slowly. Shen Liuxiang cast his eyes on it precisely, and opened his eyes to the maximum. Seeing that the brother's neck was about to surface, an indescribable pressure swept over him. .

The spring water condensed into a cold sword, attacking in an instant as if tearing apart the space.

It was discovered!

Shen Liuxiang was startled, and pulled his apprentice behind him, and at the same time used his spiritual power to resist, "Senior brother is me!"

The suffocating coercion stagnated and disappeared.

The icy water sword that was just a few feet away from Shen Liuying stopped in mid-air, and then it didn't know whether it was intentional or not, it suddenly spilled out, splashing water all over his body.

Shen Liu sounded like a drowned rat.

He touched the water on his face, looked back at Zhou Xuanlan, and found that the apprentice's face seemed not very well, maybe he was frightened.

But right now he asked Wuxia carefully, the senior brother had already put on his clothes and walked over.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes were dim.

I couldn't tell what it was like for a moment, but the master's first reaction was to protect him behind him...

"What a coincidence, senior brother." Shen Liuxiang laughed dryly.

Ling Ye's eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang's body, his clothes were mostly wet, his black hair was clogged with many drops of water, and he looked wet and embarrassed.

Small punishment.

Ling Ye raised his eyebrows lightly, and his face softened slightly: "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that there is a hot spring pool in Yeming Peak, and I want to try it too, but I disturbed my brother's Yaxing."

Ling Ye didn't know if he believed it or not, but he just said: "In the future, just tell me about things like this, there is no need to sneak in late at night."

Shen Liuxiang nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yeah."

Ling Ye's gaze fell behind him, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was about to speak when a loud and clear phoenix cry came from the distant sky.

A lifelike fire phoenix flew towards Qing Lingzong.

Someone from the imperial palace.