Can the villain be coaxed today?

There is a Feiyun Terrace on Feiyun Peak. There is no snow on Feiyun Terrace, but it is freezing cold all year round. It is different from the natural climate conditions of Xuelin Peak. The existence of Feiyun Terrace is to create a suitable condition for cultivation. Feiyun Terrace On the stage, lived the most mysterious and powerful person in Kunlun Palace.

Shen Yan met the eyes of the maids on both sides, and walked steadily.

The verandah is more than 100 feet long, circling and winding from the mountain gate to the peak. The glazed tile roofs on both sides reflect brilliant light in the sunlight, the white jade columns are exquisite, and the dome hangs high above. Shen Yan walked for more than ten minutes. , before arriving at the main entrance.

In front of him is a magnificent and beautiful marble palace door, with lifelike pictures painted in gold on both sides. A giant dragon is entrenched on it, opening a huge mouth of the abyss above his head. The maid stopped him and said "wait and see" in a low voice, Immediately stepped forward, respectfully and humbly knocked on the golden copper ring on the temple door.

Bang, bang, bang—

After three heavy knocks, the maid lowered her head and said to the door: "Your Honor, the young master is here."

No one answered, but after a quarter of an hour, the palace door slowly opened to both sides, and the maid said: "Young master, please."

There is also a hole in the gate of the palace. At a glance, there are many ice and stones, and the palace is vast, like a world outside the sky carved out of ice and snow. People walking in it, even wearing heavy clothes, feel cold to the bones, cold hands and feet, and flying clouds. The cold air of the platform cannot be resisted by non-spiritual power.

The maid handed him a hexagonal lantern the size of a palm, shaped like beautiful glazed petals, with a faint light dancing in the middle, when the palm touched the handle, a warm current flowed into his body immediately.Shen Yan carried the lantern, followed the maid, and walked for another half a quarter of an hour.

Half a quarter of an hour later, they came to an empty hall.

The maid brought him to the door, then turned around and left with a low eyebrow. Shen Yan held the small hexagonal lantern, looked around without any trace, and walked up the jade steps slowly.

Halfway there, there was a sudden noise from behind the screen. A woman in plain clothes and black hair came out from behind. Her face was frosty and snowy, cold and heartless. She was still holding a sword in her hand. It seemed that she had just finished practicing. With a fine layer of frost.

"What's the matter?" She glanced at Shen Yan casually, poured a cup of warm tea, and drank it with her head raised.

In such a big battle before, those who didn’t know which family thought it was a prince or noble, but when the real person came out, the style of painting changed immediately. She tied up a high ponytail, and her demeanor was neat and calm, without specially creating an expert Temperament, but at first glance, it feels out of reach, and the temperament is lingering.

Shen Yan bowed and called out, "Your Honor."

His address was different from before. The woman looked up at him, probably not interested, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"The [-]th of every month is the day of teaching, why are you here today?"

Shen Yan thought about his words, "...Yesterday, the ghost king of the Shifang Ghost Palace broke into the Kunlun barrier and was caught by the head teacher on the spot. Does your lord know about this?"

Zun said: "Oh, I don't know."

"..."

"You purposely went to Feiyuntai just for this?" Zun sat down cross-legged in front of the table, with his back straight, and even after putting down the sword, her fingertips hanging on her knees were still tense subconsciously.

She frowned without knowing it, waved her hand to summon a maid, asked a few words in a low voice, listened without changing her face, and backed away.

"Now I know. It is said that he killed my Kunlun disciple, but several immortals denied it when interrogated. You took that ghost king away, so what do you mean today? Do you want me to help him?" Without waiting for Shen Yan to answer, she took the sword Then he was about to leave: "I beg your father to go, I don't care about these things."

Shen Yan has never seen such a clean and neat one, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly called out: "Mother, Master——"

His dear mother was unmoved, and said bluntly: "It's useless to call anything."

Shen Yan said: "Just listen to me."

Zun turned his head, gave him a cool look, finally sat back on the edge of the table, waved his hands boldly, and said, "Say."

Shen Yan has never dealt with such people before, and they cannot be summed up in terms of simplicity and complexity. They are extremely transparent in mind, and have a more thorough understanding of human relationships than ordinary people, but this is not because of their intelligence, but because of their own On the outside, it is not unreasonable that the proverb that the authorities are obsessed with the onlookers has been passed down for so many years. The Venerable in front of him, the only one who has mastered the twelve peaks of swordsmanship since the establishment of the Kunlun Palace, is a very typical example.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Zun raised his eyelids and looked at him without emotion, roughly meaning: What the hell?

"About the case of sucking human blood, Shi Wantang is very suspicious. My father only gave me three days to find out what happened and clear up his grievances. It has already passed a day and a half. Frankly speaking, the truth of this matter I really can't complete the causal chain, some parts of it." Shen Yan said frankly: "I don't know who the murderer is behind the scenes, even if I know, it will be difficult to obtain detailed evidence in a short time."

Zun didn't speak, motioned him to continue.

"I believe in Shi Bantang, but the world may not believe it, so in order to silence them, all doubts must be filled, otherwise the murderer will not show up for a day, and Shi Bantang will have to bear the fate of those two juniors for a day." , I came here on purpose because I hope... mother, can help me give the world a satisfactory answer."

Zun was silent, and understood after reading: "...you mean you want me to lie for you?"

Shen Yan: "You can also understand it as 'a temporary sacrifice to find the real murderer'."

Before the word 'sacrifice' was pronounced, Zun stood up impatiently, picked up the sword leaning against the desk, and refused while walking: "I don't care about this, this is your father's business, go to him."

Shen Yan said: "Even if I beg you as a son, wouldn't you be willing?"

This time Zun didn't even bother to respond, and walked towards the back door without moving. Shen Yan sighed and said, "Okay."

"Then let's return the topic to the transaction itself, respect, the Yipin I gave is a person."

"..."

"That person is Shen Yan."

Zun's footsteps without looking back finally stopped.

She frowned and looked back at him with inexplicable eyes.

Shen Yan carried the hexagonal lantern and walked down the mountain path alone.

The temperature of Feiyuntai is lower than that of Xuelin Peak, but the green plants are still very lush, and it is full of purples and reds, and it is not as lively as winter.Shen Yan picked off two budding lilacs, and was going to take them back to show Shi Bantang.

The venerable of Feiyuntai has a high status and has pursued the Dao all his life, but he is extremely lacking in emotion. The headmaster of Kunlun has waited for her all his life and read her all his life, but he may not be able to occupy an important position in his heart.The word "husband and wife" means nothing to her, so it's better to give it up, Shen Yaozhou is also a reason, this child is an accidental product, in Shen Zhiru's eyes, it is a gift from the gods, but she has always felt that it is a burden.From babbling to Zhilan Yushu, Shen Yaozhou has hardly enjoyed the tenderness of his mother. After he was 15 years old, he worshiped her, and only on the [-]th of every month would he get a little bit of condescension from the other party. Time, even so, he still looks forward to the day when the full moon is reached.This woman is extremely indifferent, as indifferent as the exercises she practiced, and can almost be regarded as a model of ruthlessness, but she has one of the greatest advantages: protecting her weaknesses.

From the moment Shen Yaozhou worshiped her, this person was drawn into her circle of protection. He was going to live or die, and he would do nothing more than ask a question, even if it was this brat in front of her. If she jumped off a cliff and committed suicide, she could still burn a handful of paper money for him without changing her face, but if she was injured and beaten, she could go to the place with a sword without saying a word.It has nothing to do with personal emotions. In her opinion, protecting the people in the protection circle may be a necessary responsibility and obligation.

So when Shen Yan is not Shen Yan, and the real child doesn't know where he is trapped, she will never sit idly by.

When he returned to the bamboo hut, Shi Bantang was sleeping under the plane tree in the courtyard, setting up a rocking chair dangling in it.

He was seriously injured, mentally damaged, and lethargic in the past two days.Shen Yan wrapped up the cloak for him, and moved a small blanket from the house, covered it tightly, but felt it was not enough, went to the kitchen and stuffed it into his arms.

Shi Wantang felt shallow, and opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing Shen Yan's face hanging above him, he raised his head without thinking, and made a mark on his profile, "... are you back?"

Shen Yan kissed his forehead, with the coolness of the wind and snow between his lips and teeth, "I'm back, why don't you go back to sleep, how cold is it outside?"

The climate of Kunlun Palace itself is colder than the outside world, Xuelin Peak is the coldest of the coldest, Master Bantang is a half-baked bodybuilder, not much better than ordinary people who do not practice immortality, the stomach is not good, and the blood is still deficient. From the day Shen Yan brought him up, she has been worrying about his body.

Shi Bantang wrapped the blanket tighter, and said in a muffled voice, "Isn't this waiting for you..."

He only talks so obediently when he is half asleep and half awake, humming and whimpering in a nasal voice, which looks very coquettish.

Shen Yan stuffed Lilac into his blanket and asked him to hold it, then leaned over and hugged him neatly including the blanket.

After entering the room, the warm air from the floor heating came rushing towards us. Shi Bantang didn't feel cold at first, but when he came into contact with the heating at this moment, his whole body shivered, "Huh... so warm."

He kicked Shen Yan's side with his heels, motioning for him to put himself down, "Okay, okay, I'll go by myself."

Shen Yan put him down, touched his hand, and after confirming that it was not cold, he turned and went to the inner room, and took a brand new white porcelain vase with a thin mouth.

Only then did Shi Wantang notice the flower branch in his hand, and looked down for a moment, "What is this? Flower?"

"To be precise, the scientific name is Lilac." Shen Yan handed the vase filled with water to his eyes, "Come, put it in."

Shi Wantang sneered while letting it go, "You're quite interesting."

"If you want to raise a delicate and expensive Lord Ghost King, how can you not be romantic?" He took the conversation without changing his face, and placed the delicate and charming lilac on the side of the bed, Shi Bantang reminded him: "But Don't let Ruhua see it, it has become more and more proficient in the ability of "destroying flowers with hot hands" recently, it will jump at the flowers whenever it sees, and no one can escape its claws along the way."

Shen Yan said: "It doesn't matter."

If you are disobedient, just beat him up, can you still get used to it?Children just have to suffer a little beating from the society, otherwise they will never have any points in their hearts.

He rubbed Master Ban Tang's icy fingertips, and said, "How is it? Are you feeling better today?"

Shi Wantang covered his hand with one hand, and breathed in his palm with the other hand. It couldn't be more comfortable, but since he asked this question, he still had to show some performance. He immediately fell down on the soft couch and covered his heart in a "weak and weak" way. He groaned: "It's okay, Yan Lang don't worry about me, just go and do your own thing..."

Shen Yan froze and looked at him with an inexplicable expression. It took him a long time to pinch the tips of his ears, and he was speechless: "...Yan Lang...you walked in the secret realm once, but you didn't learn anything else. These tiresome love stories."

Shi Wantang also felt bored, but he could dislike it, but Shen Yan couldn't, and sat up straight on the soft couch, "Ha, Shen Yan, you are not happy when I talk about love, then I won't say it next time , just wait and see a ruthless Lord Ghost King!"

Shen Yan lowered his head and smiled, he didn't care at all, Shi Wantang's flag was set up for pouring.

He got up and went to the kitchen, fried a bowl of steaming hot soup and came in. Before he got close, Shi Bantang's heart was already ringing, "What is it? It can't be medicine?"

When he got closer, he found that it was medicine. The smell of medicine was so strong that he felt like vomiting. Shi Bantang stretched out a finger to him, "Don't move! Stand there!"

Shen Yan paused.

Lord Ghost King's expression changed a lot, countless escape plans flooded his mind, and he ruled them out one by one. Seeing that Shen Yan had already walked over, and the medicine bowl was getting closer and closer to him, he threw himself into the pillow decisively, and said in a loud voice : "I don't drink!"

Shen Yan patted the back of his head, "It's not bitter, this is a decoction to dispel the cold. You just slept outside for so long, and it's easy to catch cold."

Shi Wantang resolutely remained unmoved, "You said the same thing last time, it was too much, you used to add wormwood to my medicine, but now you don't even add wormwood, how much you hate me, Did you come up with such a vicious trick to kill me?"

Shen Yan was helpless: "How could I hate you...Didn't I tell you? The wormwood affects the efficacy of the medicine, Xuelin Peak is too cold, and you are not in good health. These soups are for your health. Come on, get up and drink."

Shi Wantang sneered, "Resolutely not, medicine and I can only keep one today, Shen Yan, do you want the medicine or me?"

Shen Yan: "Medicine."

Shi Wantang finally left the soft pillow, and turned to look at him in shock, "Shen Yan, you bastard... um."

In the middle of the sound, his lips were blocked by someone, and the bitter medicine flowed over with the warm lips and tongue. Shen Yan pressed his upper jaw and forced a mouthful of medicine down. Considering his mood, he was still tender. It circled around in the mouth, taking away the remaining bitterness.

... However, kissing couldn't make this medicine sweeter. Shi Wantang's expression was blank for a moment, and his face wrinkled in the next moment, and his mouth was flattened, "...today's medicine is more bitter than yesterday, and it is heavy. Yan, can you let me go, we will never see each other again, okay..."

Shen Yan didn't say anything, he took out a candied fruit from the dried fruit box and handed it to his lips.

After eating the candied fruit, Shi Wantang finally felt that the soul that had run away had returned home.He looked at the half a bowl of medicine left in Shen Yan's hand, and grabbed the window sill angrily, "I'm going to die right now, don't torture me..."

Shen Yan coaxed him: "Life is so precious, isn't it just a bowl of bitter medicine? Come on, Lord Ghost King is as strong as steel, he can do it, right?"

Shi Wantang shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, Lord Ghost King is not strong, he is only a bowl of medicine away from dying on the spot."

"..."

Shen Yan was holding the medicine bowl, feeling very headache.

Shi Wantang looked at his expression, and suggested with lingering fear: "I think my health is okay...can I stop drinking it? Or, is there any medicine that is not bitter?"

Shen Yan looked at him with a frown.

It's too late to say it!Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Shi Bantang quickly grabbed the bowl in his hand, opened the window and threw the medicine and the bowl out!The whole set of movements was done in one go, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and said to Shen Yan: "Okay, we can live together happily again."

"you……"

Shen Yan didn't pay attention, only felt his temples twitching, the culprit actually waved his hand at him, and said happily: "Life is all about throwing away those things that don't look good."

He took a step forward, gritted his teeth and pinched the culprit's cheek, "Then do you think I'm pleasing to the eye or not?"

Shi Wantang squinted, patted the back of his hand and comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry, I won't throw you out, be good."

"..." Shen Yan almost laughed out of anger.

"Not bitter medicine, right?" He pinched the tip of Master Bantang's nose fiercely, "Don't regret it."

The author has something to say: I forgot to update, my fault, my fault, my memory and IQ are not very good recently (helpless...)