Mr. Jiang is not driving today

The disciples of the three families have gone through a life-and-death battle, and they have long been prepared to bury Yuyang. At this time, they suddenly faced a turning point. Of course, they couldn't recover. They couldn't see the face of the savior clearly, so they naturally turned their attention to Yuyang. The head of the family wanted him to have an idea.

Qin Mu had already lost his mind, staring blankly at the person sitting on the roof, his body trembling uncontrollably, and was about to run back to the Ming Palace when he suddenly stopped, raised his head stupidly, and looked at The smiling man twirling the handle of his umbrella in boredom.

Seeing Qin Mu's state of mind, the others didn't understand, but they also knew that the person who came was not a villain, so they retreated according to their words. Only Qin Mu stood there, looking up at Jiang Xun, trembling with fear.

...It can't be a dream, can it?

...Couldn't it be another damn dream, right?

Beside Qin Mu was a Demon Cultivator, holding a high-quality sword in his hand. Due to the line of spiritual power, the sword stopped in mid-air, making it difficult to move forward.Qin Mu's gaze turned, and it happened to land on the radiant sword. Immediately, as if he had found a treasure, he wanted to grab it with his bare hands.

He wants to make sure it's...

But before his hand touched the blade, he heard a fluttering sound of clothes fluttering.

Jiang Xun supported the yin and yang as a buffer, and flew down in the direction of Qin Mu along the wind, and the spiritual power thread in his hand quickly gathered towards his palm. With a slanted downward force on his wrist, a wave of tangible spiritual power swayed from his palm, rushing into the bound demon cultivator's body.

In an instant, the sound of vomiting blood resounded all over the field, and Moxiu fell down one by one with grim faces, scratching his chest and throat with his fingers, leaving clear nail scratches on the flesh.They screamed in pain, rolled over, and kept moving their bodies on the ground, like dying fish that were salvaged and abandoned on the shore.

Facts have proved that Jiang Xun's reminder is indeed effective.

Qin Mu's naked upper body was stained with dirty blood splashed from the mouths of demon cultivators who fell one after another, but he didn't notice it, and stood still, looking at Jiang Xun and the umbrella.

...Ever since Jiang Xun left, he had placed it by his bedside, no matter whether it was cloudy or rainy, he had never opened the "Yin Yang" again.

When the demon cultivators had suffered enough, Jiang Xun just flicked it casually, and the golden pills gathered into round pills burst out of the demon cultivators' bodies and flew straight to Jiang Xun.Soon, hundreds of golden pills glowing with light followed Jiang Xun's side, flying up and down like fireflies, reflecting the bright lights around him.

In an instant, the howling sound mixed with the sound of gasping for air-conditioning all around.

...especially the disciples of the Qin family.

Except for those new disciples who didn't know the inside story, the old disciples of the Qin family who knew Jiang Xun all nodded and lowered their eyebrows, and no one dared to make a noise.

Only Qin Mu remained motionless.

His eyes were hazy, and he couldn't see anything clearly. It was not until his vision dimmed that he raised his head, and a round teardrop rolled down from his eyes, that he clearly saw that Yin and Yang had slanted on the top of his head. .

Just at this time, a Moxiu who was not far away from Qin Mu broke free from the bondage, and regardless of the loss of his spiritual power, he picked up the left sword and staggered towards the two of them.Jiang Xun was too lazy to do anything to this young man with a mantis arm and a car, and just stared at Qin Mu with a smile. Qin Mu reacted very quickly, picked up the Qingluan sword that fell on the ground beside him with his toes, and stabbed it with his backhand, and the tip of the sword ran away. It stabbed straight into the heart of the demon cultivator like thunder and fire.

Under the impact, the demon cultivator opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the surface of the yin-yang umbrella, making a dull puffing sound, and then fell down without a sound.

Jiang Xun looked at Qin Mu with a messy snowy face, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into routine ridicule: "...you don't even light the lamps. I have to do it myself."

Qin Mu raised his head following the direction of his gaze.

I saw that the moon was as bright as the sun in the sky, and when all the clouds passed by, they would automatically avoid the moon.

. . . is truly a shining light.

It was like a huge and tender eye, staring at Qin Mu, causing a layer of transparent tears to appear in front of his eyes again.

He opened his arms recklessly, took Jiang Xun into his arms, and tightened his grip tightly, as if he wanted to integrate him into his body before giving up.

He hoarsely called: "Young master."

He then called in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Xun."

Jiang Xun was in a trance for a while, the pure and ignorant Luanxue and the warm-hearted and gentle Amu merged into one before his eyes, but he was no longer the warm-hearted child who was full of kindness to the world in the past, but a blood-soaked, full-bodied child. Scarred bayonet boy.

But now, all his edges and corners have disappeared. Like a child, he put his chin on Jiang Xun's hair, leaned against Jiang Xun's ear, and murmured: "Look at me. I have two hands now." , I can hug you now."

……

Le Ren was the second to recognize Jiang Xun after Qin Mu.

He still remembered the face.

That day, I was called by my younger brother to take care of the injured kitten. I just turned around and twisted a towel, but I didn't expect to be knocked unconscious by a naked young man as soon as I turned my head.

Jiang Xun's face is really glamorous and moving. Le Ren has been training in painting since childhood, so he is always very sensitive to the beauty at a glance.

But... didn't Yan He say that he was dead?how come?

His only remaining hand unconsciously clenched the handle of the wheelbarrow, making it creak.

This weird atmosphere of silence also infected Zhan Mei.

"Who?" Zhan Mei gripped the handrail of the wheelbarrow, tried to listen, but couldn't hear anything except the screams of the demon monks, "... who is it?"

While looking forward, his hand was suddenly clenched tightly.

As soon as he was gripped tightly, Zhan Mei judged the identity of the comer based on the grip and size of those hands, and hurriedly asked: "... Yanhe, what's the matter? Is anyone here?"

Le Li knelt in front of Zhan Mei's wheelbarrow, his face was red and white, he didn't have time to ask why Zhan Mei didn't take a good rest behind, his temples throbbed with great joy, his voice trembled uncontrollably: "... …came back."

Zhan Mei was at a loss: "Who? Who's back?"

Le Li remained silent, pressed the back of Zhan Mei's head with one hand, hugged him into his arms, and kissed him on the cheek.

--Very good.

——From now on, Zhan Mei no longer has to refuse to open an umbrella on rainy days, no longer has to stare blankly at something in a daze, and no longer has to wake up at night calling out Jiang Xun's name while dreaming.

Zhan Mei still wanted to ask a question, but was startled by the sudden wet and soft touch.He caressed his side face in disbelief, and within a few seconds, with the point kissed as the center, the wet redness burned all over his delicate and handsome face like a woman, even the chain bones and earlobes were not affected. Xing Xing: "Yanhe, what are you doing! It's inappropriate! You..."

Without giving him another chance to speak, Le Li kissed his lips.

The eyes under the black cloth were full of shock, he didn't know why Le Li was so excited all of a sudden, he could only grab Le Li's clothes with all his strength, trying to push him away, but for some reason, he was intact His arms were exhausted, his breathing began to gradually become rapid, and the part below his waist was too weak to stand up.

……unacceptable.This is obviously the territory of the Qin family, next time he has the responsibility to remind Yan He that he must never be rude in public like this again.

When tremblingly closing his eyelashes and unconsciously pandering to Le Lilai, Zhan Mei thought so.

But he quickly and vaguely thought: Although I don't know why Yan He would suddenly lose his manners like this, but it's great.

... He remembered that since Jiang Xun's death, Yan He seldom smiled anymore, like an ancient well that has lost all interest, only occasionally when he spoke to himself, he could still hear a little gentle tone.

Yan and he no longer have to endure so hard, and finally they don't have to toss and turn in the middle of the night without sleeping.

So... Even though he didn't know what happened until now, he instinctively felt that it should be a good thing, a very good thing.

……

Soon, the night passed.

Yin Wutang was awakened by the uninterrupted noise outside, he suddenly sat up from the bed, leaning on the bed with one elbow, looked around the empty room, was stunned for an unknown amount of time, and finally turned his bitterness into A self-deprecating sigh.

... It was another big dream.

Amidst the chirping of birds in winter, he sat on the edge of the bed and thought about his thoughts for a long time before moving his body and getting ready to go to the ground.

Whoever thought of this movement, he felt something unusual.

He looked at his palm, and just concentrated his thoughts for a moment, then a cluster of real fire jumped out of his palm, burning fiercely, he couldn't control it, and almost burned the hair on his forehead.

Yin Wutang's eyes were almost radiant, he jumped up and was about to fall to the ground, but these days are not good, and there are still some temporary sequelae, his legs are weak, he staggered and fell to the ground, described as simply He was in a state of embarrassment, but he tugged on the blanket in front of the couch, with a big smile on his lips.

The emerald bamboo stick was placed on the head of the bed, Yin Wutang struggled to get up, hugged the bamboo stick, smirked and stared for a while, then used the cleaning technique that he hadn't used for a long time, and simply washed himself, Then go out the door.

But as soon as he opened the door, an exquisite box appeared in front of his eyes, with a piece of white paper pasted on it, with the word "gift" written on it in a big size, dripping with ink, as if he was afraid that Yin Wutang would not see it.

Yin Wutang laughed, squatted down, and lifted the half-hidden lid of the box.

Although he was prepared and knew that the gift Jiang Xun was going to give him was absolutely extraordinary, she still couldn't help opening her eyes wide the moment she saw it with her own eyes.

——It is full of dozens of complete golden elixirs, shining brightly and overflowing with aura.

On top of the golden core is a piece of paper folded from the middle.Yin Wutang unfolded the paper, and there was Jiang Xun's domineering handwriting on it: "I don't know who broke your golden elixir. I will pay you for these first. I will eliminate all the evil spirits, and you can play with them as marbles." That's right."

Yin Wutang put his hand on the position of his Dan Palace, and pressed down with a little force.

The aura filled inside made him smile from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, he still doesn't know what happened in the past, he probably thought that he was ambushed by some evil way and was seriously injured, so he lost the golden core.

...Don't ever know, it's fine to keep it like this.

Yin Wutang took a deep breath, carried the box into the room, put it on the bedside, stroked the box reluctantly a few times, then turned around and walked straight out.

The whole Yuyang Mountain revealed the exhaustion of the end of the war. All the disciples shuttled back and forth silently, repairing the scars left by the attack of the demonic way. Only Yin Wutang's steps were full of hope. When he met someone, he asked politely. Jiang Xun was not seen.

He firmly believed that the chaos in Yuyang last night must have been solved by Jiang Xun.

Sure enough, the disciples all knew where Jiang Xun was, and each of them showed Yin Wutang the way with complicated expressions.

On the way to Jiang Xun's location, Yin Wutang's steps were very cheerful, his crutches hit the ground, making a crisp click, click, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop maintaining an upward trend.

Just after turning to Lingbo Court, which was set aside not long ago for Zhan's disciples to live, Yin Wutang saw Jiang Xun coming out of the main house of Lingbo Court, lowering his head and wiping his hands with a white towel.

Seeing Yin Wutang, Jiang Xun raised his hand with a smile: "Oh, good morning."

Yin Wutang touched the tip of his nose, and after confirming that he was well-groomed, he greeted shyly, "You are here... the injury of Mr. Zhan..."

As soon as Mr. Zhan's injury was mentioned, Jiang Xun's expression became half a smile, and Yin Wutang felt a little weak in his legs. He hurriedly changed the subject, trying to cover up his concealment of the situation last night: "Is it cured? ?”

Jiang Xunxin threw the square scarf to the side of the grass: "His eyes can barely see, but he can't see the light. These days, he has to be covered. In two days, he will change it to a white cloth, and in another two days, he will change it to a white cloth." Cheng Qingsha, step by step, within half a decade, there will be no problem. As for his legs..."

He purposely elongated his tone, raised his voice, and sighed with sincerity: "He's been nagging me for half the night. I don't even want to treat him."

Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Xun finished speaking, Zhan Mei's solemn voice came from the back room: "Jiang Xun! Don't gossip about people behind their backs!"

Jiang Xun shrugged and made a face at Yin Wutang.

Yin Wutang smiled shyly, walked a few steps on crutches, and was about to say something to Jiang Xun when he saw a red glow in the sky, scorching like peach blossoms and blood-stained.

It was an extremely beautiful scenery, but Jiang Xun noticed that Yin Wutang's face was a little blue, so he knew something was wrong, and asked, "What is this?"

Yin Wutang licked his lower lip nervously, as if he was deliberating whether to tell the truth, but he still couldn't lie in front of Jiang Xun freely, so he could only answer truthfully: "It's... the fairyland. There are people from the fairyland again." As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "These days they have been warning all the immortal sects not to follow in the footsteps of the Zhan family and hand over the dragon veins. I think they must have heard about the night attack by the Demon Dao and specially sent envoys to come here. Come. One is the reward, the other... is the beating."

Hearing Yin Wutang's words, Jiang Xun folded his arms, said "Oh" meaningfully, and sneered at the corner of his lips: "...are they worthy too?"

After finishing speaking, he walked straight outside, Yin Wutang panicked, and immediately stretched out his hand to grab his arm.

However, Jiang Xun turned his face away, the corners of his lips were raised, and there was an ambiguous and mocking expression between his brows and eyes, his expression was extremely high: "I'm thinking, isn't it appropriate not to meet them?"