As a stand-in, he ran away in a vest.

Kong Fan followed the Great Monk Huiguang, watched the Great Monk listen to his words, and then took out a demon pill from the belly of the chained wolf.

After taking the demon pill, the gray-eyed wolf was still full of ferocity, but it was only a stick of incense time, and the aura on it gradually weakened. Kong Fan felt that it was beginning to change into an ordinary wolf.

Kong Fan looked down at Yao Dan.

The golden light of the demon pill overflows, entangled with strands of black devilish energy.

Monk Huiguang looked down and saw Buddha's light appearing in Junior Brother Kong Fan's hand, erasing something, and then a light black appeared under the sunlight.

"This..." Kong Fan held the golden demon pill in his hand, and a suspicion appeared in his heart.

"This is the golden pill of human cultivation!" Kong Fan looked at the white and fat monk with burning eyes, "Brother Huiguang, I think this is a golden pill of human beings, not a demon pill! Take a look and see if it is..."

"Holding this Jindankongfan in the palm of my hand, I can feel a vague sense of Taoism. A third-order monster has no spiritual intelligence, so how could it be possible to have a vague sense of Taoism!"

After Huiguang took the demon pill, he couldn't bear to close his eyes, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha..."

Three days later, Kongfan was in Zangshu Pavilion, and heard from the monk Waijialan who brought him food that the gray-eyed wolf who was locked in the back mountain had lost all his aura, like an old wolf that was dying. .

Another three days, Kongfan came back from the pile of books, remembered what someone said to him before, went to see the wolf, and found that his original appearance had changed, from a body three or four times bigger than his own, to a wolf. It is slightly larger than an ordinary wolf, and the grayness between the forehead and ears spreads all over the body.

"Looks like an old wolf dying."

When Zhou Jing cut his vision to Kongfan again, he received his memories of this period of time, looked at the wolf in front of him who had not lived well for a few days, and spoke flatly.

The monk who was guarding the back mountain next to him folded his hands together: "Since the wolf demon was taken out of the golden core, it has become what it is now in a day or two. .”

This time, Zhou Jing knew why the gray-haired wolf was able to preserve his own thinking, because the demon pill was a monk's golden pill, and the original owner also cultivated out of his own way, otherwise it would not be a golden pill. In the palm of your hand, you can still feel the vague meaning of Taoism.

That evil practice has done a lot of harm to people.

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have disturbed his Nascent Soul with sword energy so quickly! I should have beaten him a few more times!"

Of course, these are just one or two angry words that Zhou Jing said now. Under the circumstances at that time, it was natural to fight the enemy quickly.

Using Kongfan's body, Zhou Jing hesitated for three seconds in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the direction of Neijialan, and decided to go to Neijialan!

It's a rare leisure, those cumbersome books, just leave it to yourself who will stay in the body of the Kongfan character at that time!

He often went in and out of Jialan inside and outside, and Abbot Yiyun asked Master Huiguang to teach Kongfan the key to go in and out.

The little monk held a tall and big Zen stick in his hand, and when he hit the ground, a small circle of ripples appeared at the bottom of the Zen stick, and when he stepped forward, Zhou Jing entered Neijialan.

A white figure flew past Kongfan, and then that person turned around quickly.

"Ah! Kong Fan!" Kong Ming showed eight white teeth, looking enviously at the big Zen stick in Kong Fan's hand.

This is Kong Fan's privilege!

The few of them, who have not cultivated to the golden core stage, cannot go to the Jialan Temple outside to follow them.

The little monk Kongming carefully glanced at the waist of the little monk Kongfan to see if there was a storage bag hanging.Seeing it, he walked over joyfully: "Kong Fan, we are practicing leg exercises, are you coming?"

Zhou Jing took out a storage bag from his sleeve and smiled slowly: "Okay, let's go together!"

Kong Ming showed an expression of being struck by lightning, staring blankly at the storage bag in Zhou Jing's hand.

"Kong Fan, why did you bring a book, woo woo..."

Originally, Senior Brother Huiguang and the others had arranged scriptures and exercises, but Kong Ming almost cried when he thought that Kong Fan would arrange some reading tasks for himself.

"Only a few books. What I brought with me today are some travel notes and miscellaneous talks of eminent monks that I found out. It's fun."

"Travel notes? Gossip?"

"I'm going to call the others to come over quickly—"

Kong Ming's eyes lit up, and the figure in the white monk's robe suddenly ran out of Zhou Jing's sight range, only Kong Ming's voice could still be heard.

On this day, Zhou Jing had a great time playing in Kong Fan's body.

All the mind returned to the small and medium courtyard of Changfeng Town, Zhou Jing opened the door of his room, because the coldness was the same as Zhou Jing's sword intent, it was exposed in front of Wen Yushi and Lin Huixia, and it had been too long since the system had spoken to his ears , he began to fly in front of his only good friend.

Bone-Han is now living in this small courtyard with Jing Zhe.

Zhou Jing was in a relaxed mood, and found a semi-finished product in his storage bag for pen, ink, paper and paint, and started painting under the night light.

Zhou Jing's own sword energy and spiritual power were fused into each stroke, and he was fascinated without knowing it. He didn't even know when he arrived in the open space in the courtyard where he usually painted.

Jing Zhe is different from Zhou Jing, he doesn't have the habit of falling asleep, he just meditates quietly in the room.

Outside, Zhou Jing was unconsciously fascinated, and Jing Zhe noticed it.

The sky was very bright, and the courtyard was shrouded in a formation, and it was quite quiet.Jing Zhe got up, wanting to see what Zhou Jing was doing at night.

Jingzhe and Han Che Gu had been together for such a long time, and even before they realized that Han Te Gu was the incarnation of Zhou Jing, they had also spent a long time with Zhou Jing, so they had some understanding of some of their habits.

For example, after nightfall, Zhou Jing still retains the habit of falling asleep even though his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

At this time, he should be sleeping soundly in the room.

While Zhou Jing was drawing, she suddenly paused, feeling a very bad premonition in her heart.

The first thing he saw was Jingzhe's black Floating Cloud Boots beside the bottom of the table.

Then there was his hem embroidered with a crane combing its feathers, and then Jing Zhe's waist, which was clean with only a belt without any jade pendants or forbidden steps hanging on it, then his chest, and then his clean chin.

The lips and the bridge of the nose were skipped by Zhou Jing, even if their shape is very in line with Zhou Jing's taste.Finally, Zhou Jing's eyes fell on Jing Zhe's unwavering eyes.

The eyes are facing each other, and the world is silent.

Zhou Jing unconsciously felt guilty, and then, wanting to cover up, the other hand that was not holding the pen reached out, trying to cover the picture he was drawing.

A hand with well-articulated bones pressed the top of the scroll at a faster speed, and Zhou Jing's outstretched hand covered the back of Jing Zhe's hand.

It's impossible to block...it's impossible to block it.

Ink flowed out from the stopped pen, and it was about to drip onto the scroll. Jing Zhe stretched out his hand and exerted a burst of spiritual power, and the dripping ink was moved to the ground next to it.

Jing Zhe only looked down at the picture scroll, then turned her gaze to Zhou Jing's lowered head, only showing a twitching head to herself.

"This painting is very beautiful, do you have a name?"

Zhou Jing raised his head cautiously.

My heart is half cold.

Because of Jing Zhe, Zhou Jing's self-identified good friend, his eyes still have the same expression as before, without the slightest expression.

"That's right, Feixue map."

This painting was half drawn by Zhou Jing before. It was the scene where Jing Zhe and the three great monks of Jialan Temple joined hands to deal with the evil cultivator outside Lijia Village, and then they were trapped in the freezing cold for thousands of miles. One side fell into the sky and the earth covered with flying snow.

The reason why Zhou Jing bowed his head with a guilty conscience was because neither Zhou Jing himself nor the vest was completely absent at the time.This perspective belongs to a person who Jing Zhe doesn't know.

Jing Zhe told Zhou Jing about her family feud, knew about Jing Zhe's past in the illusion, and dealt with the demon soul together after she came out, and Jing Zhe unsuspectingly took him to the secret room with many treasures...

And Zhou Jing concealed the matter from Jing Zhe.

Jing Zhe touched the sword aura on the painting scroll with her fingers, and finally faced a blank direction and stopped.

"There should be someone in this place."

Jing Zhe's eyes were slightly deep, and she looked at Zhou Jing.

Stretching out the head was a slash, and retracting the head was also a slash, so Zhou Jing continued with a "hmm".

There are really many secrets in Zhou Jing, but after discovering one, Jing Zhe only feels that he is more important to him.

"That little monk named Kong Fan, is that you too?" A few meetings with the little monk Kong Fan flashed through his mind, and Jing Zhe felt a softness in his heart.

The first time I met Kongfan was the Lijiacun in Zhou Jing's picture.But for the second time, in the illusion of heart demons, the young monk from the Bai family suddenly appeared, accompanied Jing Zhe through the illusion, and stopped several dangerous situations in the illusion.

At the same time, Han Shigu also guarded Bai Shixin with his spiritual power, waking him up.

He is the one who spends time hand in hand, and he is the one who guards secretly. Even if he never said it, his actions are the best interpretation.

This is called Jingzhe, how can I not be moved?

But Zhou Jing didn't know Jing Zhe's mental activities, and felt that there was a sea of ​​swords and flames in front of him.

Can you say no? !

"Um......"

"Kongfan is also the incarnation of me—"

Under the night, perhaps the moonlight was too soft and beautiful, Jing Zhe felt an impulse in her heart, and embraced Zhou Jing in her arms.

Zhou Jing was stunned.

Waking of Insects?Not angry?

"Zhou Jing, it's nice of you to accompany me all the way."

Zhou Jing silently breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't angry with himself for hiding the vest!

Being hugged by Jing Zhe was a bit restrained, so Zhou Jing struggled a little to let go, he felt that Jing Zhe's appearance now seemed a little fragile, but he held himself with such great strength, and drowned himself in his arms same as in.

In the end, Zhou Jing still patted him on the back lightly: "I also think you are with me all the way."

From the very beginning when he called to stop himself on the mountain road, Zhou Jing felt that Jingzhe was his own luck.

Patting Jing Zhe's back, Zhou Jing's palm touched the ups and downs of the bones.The whole person was in Jing Zhe's arms, Zhou Jing didn't know why, she was a little vicious, and touched lightly along his slightly raised keel.

Jing Zhe's heart froze, her breathing became chaotic.

At this moment, Jing Zhe realized that something was wrong. Recently, he himself felt that he was facing Zhou Jing, and his mentality began to turn in other directions, but...but he was in his arms, and he felt very at ease...

Jing Zhe held back the excitement and trembling caused by Zhou Jing's sudden action, and more naturally leaned her head on Zhou Jing's shoulder, with Zhou Jing's breath on the tip of her nose, and Zhou Jing's earlobe next to her lips.

The two seemed to be motionless, but at the same time they seemed very moved.

I don't know when they separated.

But under the moonlight, the atmosphere was completely different. Even the wind beside the two of them carried the heat of summer when it passed by.But now it's still spring, far less chaotic than summer.

Zhou Jing put away her picture scroll in a trance, and then thought, anyway, Jing Zhe saw it too, so there seems to be no difference between putting it away and putting it here.

In the room, Jing Zhe touched his lips in a daze.

At dawn, Zhou Jing practiced the sword with the spirit sword. The surface of the sword was like a mirror, showing the swollen lips and red eyes of the owner of the sword.

Zhou Jingzheng didn't know how to deal with Jing Zhe, because he thought the relationship between the two was good friends, but last night he suddenly became impulsive and kissed each other with lips and teeth.

Is this what good friends should do? ! !

The sword energy swept across the ground, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

Blame the moon last night!

Jing Zhe appeared in front of the door, Zhou Jing saw it out of the corner of his eye, and his heart suddenly became flustered, the sword energy in his hand suddenly lost its sharpness and turned into softness.

At this moment, there was a sound outside the door.

"Brother Zhou!" Nan Tianluo stood in front of Zhou Jing, holding a jade slip in his hand.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-1522:12:21~2020-08-1800:22:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!