The Prince and the Demon Monk [Rebirth]

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a shadow over his head. Liang Cheng was startled, and saw Yi Nian leaning over, with warm breath on his cheek!

Liang Cheng held his breath subconsciously, and then felt a warmth in his hand, it turned out that Master Yi Nian stuffed a Tang Pozi into his hand.

"Junior Brother's hands are too cold, I'd better warm them up first." After speaking, he grasped the corner of the quilt with two fingers in one thought, and shook it lightly, but he didn't know how to move it. The heavy quilt was like a veil in his hand, floating lightly Spread it out and cover the two of them, so that they are sleeping together in the same bed.

After Yi Nian lay down in the quilt, he turned his head and looked up at Liang Cheng who was still sitting, and asked, "Why don't junior lie down, the quilt is warmer."

Under the smudge of the candlelight, Liang Cheng found that looking down at the master's eyes like this, there seemed to be a little red light in the depths of the pupils that were as deep as an ancient pool in the past, but when he wanted to look closely, it disappeared.

Maybe it's because of the lights, Liang Cheng thought so, and shrank into the quilt. Maybe it was because there was a person lying beside him, but Liang Cheng felt that the quilt would soon become warm.

Except for the Ninth Prince Liang Ji, this is the first time he sleeps in the same bed with an outsider. There is only a fist-sized gap between them, and through the thin coat, Liang Cheng can feel the warmth coming from the other side. The heat, this smoky heat makes people drowsy for a while.

Liang Cheng remembered that he still wanted to ask his master for advice on the way of enlightenment. He didn't know that the quilt was too comfortable and soft. Liang Cheng's eyelids closed and opened, and then gradually closed. A pair of long and thin The curled eyelashes perched quietly.

The breathing around him slowly became long, and he sat up with a thought halfway, took out two blood relics from his arms, and channeled his true energy, one of the blood relics had a layer of red light, suspended above the palm of Yi Nian, and the other But it still lay quietly in his palm, motionless.

This unresponsive blood relic was exactly the one Liang Cheng was wearing.

Seeing that the blood relic never glowed red, Yi Nian put away the two blood relics expressionlessly, and then looked thoughtfully at Liang Cheng who was sleeping.

He slowly lowered his upper body, looking down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person beside him, if Liang Cheng opened his eyes at this time, he would definitely be startled by Yi Nian's expression at this time.

"Junior brother, have you dripped blood on the blood relic, huh?"

Yi Nian murmured, the face as handsome as a god has lost the usual uprightness and elegance, the pupils of lacquered ink have no trace of emotion, their appearance is like nine heavenly gods and Buddhas, their heart is like black iron, they regard everything as a dog, and they are impartial , no joy and no sorrow.

There was a hint of scarlet gradually appearing in the depths of the blackness that seemed to be indissoluble, like a drop of blood falling into the lacquer ink, slowly smudged, and a touch of cruelty and arrogance emerged from the merciless indifference of great love.

The coercion condensed by true energy around him suddenly extinguished the slightly flickering candle.

The moonlight spilled into the house through the screen window, apart from Liang Cheng's long breathing, the surroundings were dead silent.

At this moment, a thought moved, and the hand that used to apply the medicine to the sleeping person slowly stretched out, and the slender five fingers wrapped around the sleeping person's neck, and gradually tightened.

The sleeping person moved uncomfortably, his brows furrowed, his breathing became rapid, but he still didn't wake up.

The skin under his palm is warm and delicate, like the most exquisite and silky satin in the world. You can feel the beating of the pulse at the tiger's mouth. It seems to be full of vitality, but it is extremely fragile. He only needs to use a little more force to sleep soundly under his palm. A stable person will never wake up again, and will never look at him with a pair of smoky eyes, as if he is the only one in the world...

The fishy look in his eyes became more and more intense, and suddenly, someone with an even more terrifying expression put away his hands. At the same time, the gauze around the bed swelled up without any wind, and instantly turned into pieces of snow, but it seemed to be controlled by something. Suspended in mid-air, I saw the imprint of the right hand of a thought, which turned into an afterimage, and the wind of the palm swept lightly, and the fragments of the gauze suddenly turned into a tornado like wind and clouds, smashed through the screen window, flew to the outside of the courtyard, and scattered on the ground.

After doing this, Yi Nian's complexion changed, and he let out a muffled snort, a streak of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, taking advantage of his scarlet eyes, he looked like a rakshasa.

Just now, when his true energy overflowed and his mood fluctuated, when he suddenly withdrew it, he actually hurt himself...

Yi Nian raised his hand to wipe away the blood around his mouth, got up and got out of the bed, but was about to walk out of the inner bed, but stopped, turned around and walked towards the screen window, after closing the window tightly, he left the bedroom and walked to the meditation room.

In the empty meditation room, the charcoal had already been extinguished. Yi Nian went all the way to the back of the paper screen, and poured true energy into an unremarkable part of the wall. Suddenly, an entrance to a dark room appeared on the ground. After Yi Nian walked down the stairs, the ground returned to its original state.

The underground secret room here is about the same size as the Zen room above, and the four walls are inlaid with night pearls, each of which is very valuable. In the center of the secret room is a large pool that occupies half of the space, and the water inside is steaming white. I'm afraid it will be regarded as hot air, and only after walking in will I find that the white air is cold to the bone, but the water in this pool does not freeze, which is rare in the real world, and this cold air is not ordinary cold air. Gangrene is not easy to get rid of, even a person with good internal strength can do nothing about it.

After seeing this pool, knowledgeable people will be surprised to find that it is not the water in the pool that produces the cold air, but the ice essence cold jade at the bottom of the pool. I am afraid that the ice essence cold jade with such a large area is so large in the world. one place.

Yi Nian jumped into the pool, sat in the center of the pool, the pool water overflowed his chest, the cold air around him seemed like a bat smelling blood, frantically rushing towards Yi Nian's body, penetrating into his skin, in an instant, frost formed on Yi Nian's eyebrows and eyelashes, But the strange thing is, there are still beads of sweat on his forehead, I don't know if it's hot sweat or cold sweat...

Liang Cheng hadn't returned all night, so An Xiping naturally knew about it. At this time, the night was in full swing. An Xiping knelt on the side of Liang Cheng's bed, stroking the medicine pillow along the quilt with one hand. The medicine pillow was soft and soft. Warm, in addition to fine cotton, there are also Angelica dahurica, Chuanxiong, cassia, etc., to reconcile qi and blood, help sleep and improve eyesight.

An Xiping knew that Liang Cheng had gone to Wuxiangju, thinking that he was going to stay there tonight, even though he was burning with jealousy, he still couldn't do anything.

He was afraid, he was afraid that Liang Cheng would find out that he was not an ordinary little eunuch, he was afraid that Liang Cheng would find out that he possessed internal strength and his true identity, so he could only be a little eunuch with no internal strength and no power to restrain a chicken. Eunuch, that's why he is like this now, with his hands tied...

The next day, Liang Cheng woke up and found that there was no one beside him. He reached out to touch it, and it was cold. It seemed that the master had already woken up.

Liang Cheng couldn't help yawning. He slept surprisingly well last night and had no dreams. Now he felt refreshed and couldn't help stretching.

As a result, when he stretched halfway, he saw that the gauze curtain was lifted, and the master looked at him with a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. Liang Cheng felt indecent, so he put down his hands embarrassingly.

"Brother, what time is it?"

"Chen Shi," Yi Nian was already fully dressed, handed over Liang Cheng's smock, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect my younger brother to be so sleepy. You fell asleep as soon as you touched the pillow last night."

"..." It seemed to be the case, Liang Cheng took the smock, and felt a little embarrassed when he heard him teasing him, "I don't know what's going on..."

"Don't worry about it," Yi Nian smiled, "Your servants are already waiting in the main hall."

"Ah, it's Xiping here." Liang Cheng hurriedly put on his smock and read out of the bedroom together.

As soon as An Xiping saw Liang Cheng in the main hall, he rushed over with teary eyes, his eyes full of accusations: "Master, you didn't come back all night, Xiping was so worried that he was afraid...and afraid..."

As he said that, he stared at him for a while, and said aggrievedly, "I'm afraid I'll disturb my master, but fortunately, my lord is fine."

Seeing An Xiping's small eyes cast on Yi Nian, Liang Cheng broke into a smile and said, "I don't care what happens to me at my master's place." Then he turned around and apologized to Yi Nian, "Xiping just cared too much about me and didn't care about me." Malicious, please forgive me, brother."

"No problem." Yi Nian waved his hand, glanced at An Xiping's cold gaze from the corner of his eyes, and said with a faint smile, "Senior brother welcomes you here anytime."

Liang Cheng was overjoyed, and replied: "Brother, if you don't dislike him, Guizhenju can sweep the couch to welcome you anytime."

An Xiping watched the two go back and forth, chatting very unhappy, and felt sour in his heart. Before His Highness, there was no other close person besides the Ninth Prince and Meng Liujun. One of them was His Highness's younger brother, and the other was His Highness's cousin. An Xiping naturally has nothing to say, but who is this thought, who is so familiar with His Highness after only knowing each other for half a month? !

Besides, he had an intuition that Yi Nian was by no means an ordinary person, not talking about his martial arts, but talking about his city. He always felt that the dignified monk in front of him was not as simple as it appeared...