I rely on luck to be a salted fish in the world of comprehension

"What do you mean by Jiji...tree...bear?" Yue Changliu's face was covered, but he accurately grasped the main point of Shen Fuxing's words.

"It means getting too close." Shen Fuxing remained expressionless.

"Alright then." Yue Zhangliu straightened his collar, frowned lightly, and suddenly said solemnly, "May I ask the first question now?"

The expression under the red umbrella was extremely serious, and Shen Fuxing subconsciously focused: "What?"

Just now he looked at the golden lines on his body so seriously, could it be that he saw some tricks?

"What kind of monster is your golden rune contracted with? The monster pattern is so gorgeous, I want to contract one too." Yue Changliu said.

Shen Fuxing: ...

However, the longer words gave him a lot of inspiration.

When monks in Tianling Continent contract special monsters, monster patterns will appear on their bodies.

This special rune has different positions, shapes, and areas depending on the type and level of the monster.

There are many female monks, in order to pursue a natural makeup, and even specially contract a certain clan of monsters to plant monster patterns on their faces.

For example, the cinnabar beast that often appears between the eyebrows is useless except for spitting out cinnabar that can be used for painting, but the contracted cinnabar beast will have a bright red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, which is very popular with female cultivators and even some men. The favorite of monks.

Shen Fuxing contracted the divine beast Golden Crow, so logically there should be demon patterns of the Golden Crow clan on his body, but for some reason, Shen Fuxing searched around, but he couldn't find the demon pattern representing the Golden Crow on his body. He guessed before that it was Because the gods and beasts are rare, the demon patterns are also different, for example, minors will not have demon patterns.

But the longer the reminder, the more he suddenly realized another problem.

What if the golden pattern on his body is actually a kind of monster pattern similar to a contracted monster?

You must know that there is another saying about the monster pattern of monsters that is not true or false, and is almost forgotten by people, that is, some top monsters have a strong sense of domain, and they will independently smash other monsters on the monks. The demon pattern allows a monk to only have one kind of demon pattern, which is extremely domineering.

However, because such top-level monsters are extremely rare, and there are even fewer people who can contract them, Shen Fuxing has never thought of this statement.

So, the golden tattoo on his back is a powerful beast?

So, why is the water chestnut seal between his eyebrows still there?

What is that water chestnut seal, that red water chestnut seal that appeared between his eyebrows after he appeared in the cultivation world?Is it also a contract monster?

What kind of monster is more powerful and domineering than the Golden Crow?

Shen Fuxing was concentrating on thinking, but did not see the shock that flashed in Yue Changliu's eyes.

"Okay, although I don't know why the Demon Race wants to help you improve your cultivation, but since it's a promise to others, I can't go back on my word, so follow me." Yue Changliu put away all the emotions in his eyes, and the hem of his blue clothes lightly moved, Give way to a small courtyard.

Shen Fuxing took a look at Yue Changliu, no accident, this person was still as gentle as a breeze, but Shen Fuxing knew that if he refused, this person would also send him in with a smile without hesitation.

At the time of Wuxiang Baihong, Shen Fu was only at the three-spiritual stage of agility, and his cultivation was completely invisible. Now Shen Fuxing is at the soul-splitting stage of the mind and soul. As long as he breaks through the barrier, he will be the master of the three realms in the cultivation world. However, Shen Fuxing still couldn't see through Yue Changliu's cultivation.

He didn't refuse, and walked into the courtyard full of peonies under the drizzle.

He used spiritual energy to avoid the rain, but the tip of his nose smelled a more intense peony fragrance than that on Yue Changliu's body, like strands of love soaked in longing.

It is a pity that the hostess who loved the fragrance of peonies died at the hands of her husband who planted a yard full of peonies for her.

Shen Fuxing walked through the flowers and walked into the only place in the yard that could keep out the rain - an interesting bamboo hut.

The room is full of flowerpots of various colors, with layers of petals, blooming enthusiastically in the sound of rain, among which peonies of various colors are the most eye-catching.

The water vapor inside the house was heavier than that outside the house, as if Shen Fuxing would be soaked in it as soon as the spiritual power layer was withdrawn.

Here, he could clearly feel the stagnation of spiritual energy.

Or it's not just the spiritual power, even the body seems to become heavy in this thick water vapor, only the pots of flowers in the room are blooming happily.

Yue Changliu came in from the courtyard.

He finally put away the red umbrella that never left him, turned it into a pendant the thickness of two fingers, and hung it on his waist casually.

"Can I ask, why do you want to help the demons?"

Yue Changliu's behavior style is weird and difficult to distinguish, but he is also a cultivator of the Tianling Continent who cultivates spiritual power, there is no doubt about it, Shen Fuxing doesn't understand why a powerful cultivator like him wants to help the demons.

"Of course it's because of the deal with the demons." Yue Changliu answered with his head down.

He is changing the place of the flowerpot in the house.

His white fingers rolled up the cuffs, tied them with two blue ribbons, and gently held the bottom of the basin with both hands. He carried a pot of colorful leaf grass to the inside of the bamboo wall near the door, and then moved a pot of white orchids to the window. .

His movements were extremely gentle, he didn't even use spells, but he did it himself, with a cherished look as if he was holding not a potted flower, but a beloved lover.

Shen Fuxing has only seen this kind of earnestness that is so careful and cherished that he is not even willing to use spells, in the second senior brother Mei Ruoxue.

He took care of his Meixue Courtyard with his own hands.

"What kind of transaction can actually impress a master of the three realms?" Shen Fuxing was sure that the longer the cultivation base, the higher the realm of the three realms must be.

"It's nothing, just let them help a friend of mine." Yue Changliu stopped, looked carefully at the layout of the house, and nodded in satisfaction.

Just when Shen Fuxing thought he didn't intend to go into details, Yue Changliu suddenly said: "This person...you are also an acquaintance with Xiao Xingxing~"

Are you an acquaintance with him?

Shen Fuxing looked at Yue Changliu in surprise.

Yue Changliu obviously didn't intend to say any more, so he took out the red umbrella again.

The red peony umbrella hangs in the air, and the bell along the umbrella rings without wind.

So Shen Fuxing saw that the blooming flowers in the bamboo house closed their petals at this moment, and the water vapor in the house suddenly increased.

Shen Fuxing had to devote most of his energy to resist the heavy water pressure in the air.

However, the bell on the red umbrella became louder and louder, and at the same time, the tops of the buds of various colors shrinking into buds suddenly pressed down and became bulging.

At the same time, Shen Fuxing's back was slightly bent, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

And this is just the beginning.

The bone-reversing soul burial whip at his waist seemed to feel some kind of crisis, and the dragon head inlaid with blood spar was about to move, and quietly raised its head.

"Huh—" was Yue Changliu's slightly surprised voice.

"Little Black Whip, you can't move now." Yue Changliu said regretfully.

The red umbrella peonies were in full bloom, and the flowers turned into illusory shadows floating leisurely, and in the next second, they slammed heavily on the Bone Burial Soul Whip on Shen Fuxing's waist.

The flower shadow seemed to be some kind of sealing power, and soon the dragon's head shrank back obediently.

Shen Fuxing raised his head with difficulty.

He is not interested in what Yue Changliu is doing to him now, because he doesn't feel any malice from it.

But he is extremely concerned about the "acquaintances" that Yue Changliu said.

Who is the "acquaintance" who will have a deal with the demons?

"You don't seem to be nervous?" Although Yue Changliu did not intend to hurt Shen Fuxing, Shen Fuxing was not surprised or scared at all, which made him feel very boring.

"I just want to know... who is the acquaintance you are talking about?" Shen Fuxing faintly felt that the golden lines on his back seemed to have a tendency to drill back into the bone seams under this heavy pressure, making his back slightly itchy .

Yue Changliu didn't care about the slowly turning red umbrella in mid-air, but walked slowly in front of Shen Fuxing.

"I have to say—" Yue Changliu lifted Shen Fuxing's chin with his fingers.

The slightly golden cat's paw print was reflected in the black pupils.

"Your golden demon pattern is really pretty." White fingers pressed the golden cat paw print on Shen Fuxing's right cheek, and then——

Press down hard.

"Hiss—" Shen Fuxing's pupils opened slightly, and a golden stream of light flashed by, but then disappeared quickly.

Something... was stuffed into the body by Yue Changliu.

Is it... that gold tattoo?

If Fu Yuan is here, under Wan Lingyou's eyes, the golden luck that is constantly flourishing around Shen Fuxing seems to be imprisoned by some invisible thing, and it is covered with a thin layer of gold.

Although the gold edging is thin, it is extremely dense, there is no overflow of luck, and there is no leakage of cutting, it is simply the most perfect edging line.

The golden cat's claws were not pressed into the skin by the longer flow, but the color was much darker than before, and it was no longer flexible.

With the dimming of the golden tattoo, Shen Fuxing felt that his body seemed to relax a lot, as if some burden had been lifted.

The water chestnut marks between the brows became more and more vivid, making Shen Fuxing's face alluring.

Yue Changliu's gaze rested on the center of Shen Fuxing's eyebrows for a moment, doubts flashed across his eyes, but he didn't look closely.

"Okay." Shen Fuxing's chin was released, and Yu Changliu retracted the umbrella hanging in the air.

Shen Fuxing subconsciously touched the golden tattoo on his right cheek.

The longer and longer movements made him understand something.

"The golden tattoo on my body is related to my luck?" Shen Fuxing remembered that he had good luck in his previous life, but he didn't have this tattoo.

Yue Changliu nodded, but soon showed that kind of interest in his eyes: "However, this is not the main source of your unnatural luck. So, why do you have such good luck?"

Shen Fuxing shook his head: "I don't even know as much as you do."

Yue Changliu rolled his eyes gracefully: "I see."

"My whip." Shen Fuxing still remembered the long whip that seemed to be sealed around his waist.

Yue Changliu tilted the red umbrella in his hand, and layers of flower shadows flew out from Shen Fuxing's waist, and landed on the red umbrella peony again.

However, Yue Changliu's movements did not stop, his fingers were about to seal, but was stopped by Shen Fuxing.

"Wait, after helping me improve my cultivation, did the demons say what to do next?" Shen Fuxing saw that he was going to help him improve his cultivation next.

"Eh - I know a little bit about this." Yue Changliu nodded with interest.

"Then—" Shen Fuxing didn't finish his sentence.

The bulging buds burst open in an instant, and the pink, blue, red and purple honey condensed from the buds into a shimmering ball, which quickly entered Shen Fuxing's body.

Shen Fuxing only had time to see Yue Chang's smiling eyes before falling into a deep sleep.

"However... I think it's better that you don't know." Yue Changliu caught Shen Fuxing and put him on the bed taken out of the storage bag, his eyes curved.

"Oh...what if I still want to take off my clothes?"

After watching Shen Fuxing lay down, more golden lines were exposed on the neck, the exquisite and complicated runes are rarely seen in the world.

Yue Changliu stroked his chin, feeling that heaven and man were at war inside.

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