Save the world with a plot

In the study of the bamboo building, Xuan Xing rested with his hands on his forehead and closed his eyes.The sun slanted in, covering the white figure with a layer of gold.

Sheng Junxiao stepped inside, seeing such a scene, his heart was warmed, and it was very warm.

The books on the desk were scattered all over the place, and they were placed in a mess. Sheng Junxiao raised his eyebrows and couldn't help wondering what happened to the other party today. It stands to reason that they should be placed meticulously by category.

He restrained his breath, walked over lightly, and tidied up the books on the table for the other party.

Suddenly, with a bang, a roll of rhinoceros paper-wrapped books fell down. Sheng Junxiao stooped to pick it up, and suddenly his eyes froze.

I saw that the book was opened from the middle, with yellow paper and black characters, underlined in vermilion.

"What are you looking at?" Almost at the same time, Xuan Xing woke up, reached out and took the book on the floor, and quickly closed it.

However, no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than the eyes of the fit and powerful eyes.

That passage was engraved on Sheng Junxiao's heart in the blink of an eye.

He blinked his eyes, and after a while, he stood up with his support on the table, "Master, I want to take another look."

"Nothing to see."

Xuan Xing's face was very cold, if it was an ordinary time, Sheng Junxiao would have admitted his mistake obediently without principle, nodded yes, never mentioned it again, and then said some amusing words to ease the other side's expression.

But at this moment, he couldn't turn a blind eye, "Master, can I take another look? That's the only way, right?"

"No, I'm not allowed! You'd better not even think about it!" Xuan Xing suddenly shouted angrily.

As soon as the words fell, a broad palm was attached to his chest and gently stroked, "If you don't allow it, why is the master suddenly angry?" Sheng Junxiao muttered, and stretched out another hand. With one hand, he smoothed Xuan Xing's furious brows.

Xuan Xing was still worried, and threatened: "If you dare to do this, I will throw you into a bitter cliff and be imprisoned for thousands of years!"

Sheng Junxiao couldn't help shrinking his neck, "Master, do you want to be so cruel? I can endure the bitter cliff wind for thousands of years, but I can't bear not seeing Master for thousands of years."

He hugged Xuan Xing's waist, put his head lightly on Xuan Xing's shoulder and rubbed it, "How dare I really use that method, what I fear most is that I won't see Master. Don't worry, Master. "

A sigh sounded in his ear, Xuan Xing stretched out his hand to hug back, "This is the best. There must be other ways, even if there is no other way, I will take the bodies of those irrelevant people to support you."

"Compared to you, they are not worth mentioning, you know?"

Shengjun Xiao on the shoulder giggled, "Master can also talk about love, and this disciple likes it very much. Can Master say a few more words for disciple?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a slap on the back of the head. Sheng Junxiao covered his head in pain, but still smiled so hard that his teeth could not be seen, "Master, are you shy?"

"I remember I told you to go to the Lingtian on Shusong Peak, is it ready?" Xuan Xing's expression was cold, and his tone was a bit like the legendary life-threatening serial charter woman.

Sheng Junxiao immediately frowned, "Not yet, Master, listen to me..."

"Go away!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Xuan Xing sent the other party out of the bamboo building lightly.

Sheng Junxiao stood in front of the barren spiritual field of the Suzerain's main peak, he couldn't help squatting down, sighing, but his hand holding his chin tightened unconsciously.

"Evil cultivators, heart demons invade, go deep into the soul, kill people in the wild, kill the living to form formations, collect blood to improve cultivation, resentment erodes, permeates and disperses, it is unacceptable...Evil nature is hard to get rid of, and will eventually be destroyed." Invaded by resentment, he becomes a walking corpse who only knows how to kill... Only by exploding his soul or Yuanying, golden core, and causing the fragments to spread all over the continent, can he cleanse his internal resentment one by one... To do this method, you need a very close guardian, And then collect the soul fragments one by one to fuse, even so, it is a narrow escape..."

The words in that book were like a curse, lingering in his mind repeatedly, lingering.

There is no other way.

He knows.

No, otherwise Xuan Xing would not have answered like that before.

Master, how could it be possible for me to watch your clean hands covered with blood.Those hands should hold the sword and make a tactic, not stained with dust, and you should be high above, overlooking all living beings.

It was night, and Sheng Junxiao finally rejuvenated the spiritual field that had been neglected by the owner for many years.

He divided the spiritual field into three parts, one kind of suitable spiritual grass plant, one kind of elm flower, which is Xuanying's favorite smell, and one kind of purple Shuhuanwei flower - wait for me to come back.

He poured in a little spiritual power to make those spiritual plants full of vitality, and they should be fully bloomed in the coming year.

Unknowingly, it has been 50 years in Suzerain Peak.

In the past 50 years, when Xuan Xing didn't know it, he lost his mind five times and was on the verge of erosion three times. In the first two times, he finally escaped from Shang Xuanzong and killed many people before regaining consciousness. Later, he learned to release blood essence A way to dispel some evil spirits.

However, some things must come to an end after all.

A nostalgic smile twitched at the corner of Sheng Junxiao's mouth, he got into Xuan Xing's bedroom a few times, and with a tiger pounce, he hugged the neck of the person cross-legged on the bed.

It's about to break through the middle stage of fusion, but it's just that you can't worry about him, so you don't retreat for a long time, are you overflowing with spiritual energy again?

"Master, my waist is so sore." Sheng Jun Xiao restlessly rubbed his head against Xuan Xing's chest.

Xuan Xing stretched out his hand to press the other person's pretty face and pushed it out fiercely, "Is your waist sore after loosening the soil? Then I'm really worried about Tiantian for you as a teacher." He said meaningfully.

Sheng Junxiao: "..."

He snorted and said, "Master calls me Tiantian again. I like that Master calls me A Yao." After finishing speaking, he buckled his backhand and led the person to turn over. Lie flat for a while, "As for the disciple's waist is good or not, Master will know after trying it——"

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Xing bowed his knees.

Sheng Junxiao's face turned white immediately, and cold sweat rolled down.By the way, Xuan Xing kicked him lightly on the bed.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It doesn't look very good, let's satisfy you Tiantian as a teacher."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head slightly and kissed the trembling eyelashes of the other party.

Sheng Junxiao suddenly turned his head, and Xuan Xing slammed his chin on the opposite wall, "Hiss——"

"Master always thinks that the disciples will be obedient to the master, and the master is relying on the disciples to like the master!" Sheng Junxiao turned his head and said angrily.

Xuan Xing touched his chin, and frowned upon hearing this, "Do you think I'm bullying you?"

"That's right! Master always bullies me! Master doesn't make sense at all."

"Truth, what is that, I've never heard of it!" Xuan Xing sneered, and pressed Sheng Junxiao firmly against the wall, "I'm just bullying you, what can you do?"

Sheng Junxiao: "!!"

He reached out and pinched Xuan Xing's face, but was slapped away by the other side, "What are you doing?"

"Master, have you been pretended by Shenhuai?" Sheng Junxiao frowned, "How could you..."

Xuan Xing laughed angrily, "I said, what are you pretending to be in your mind all day long!"

A quarrel that should have been vigorous and the 50-year itch disappeared invisible.

Sheng Junxiao reacted belatedly, feeling a little distressed.Sure enough, it was impossible for him to quarrel with his master, how could he bully his master and destroy his ancestors so much?

Seeing Xuan Xing's dark starry eyes and the scorching heat already attached to his body, Sheng Junxiao turned around and turned into a small black ball.

Xuan Xing's face froze, his hands were still propped on the wall and he didn't take it back. A large creature that was originally tightly surrounded turned into a small ball around his knees.

"Master, let's go to sleep." Xiao Hei Tuanzi picked up Xuan Xing's clothes, raised his face and said crisply.

Xuan Xing's face was dark, but he was not used to losing his temper with cute little creatures.Then, he gritted his teeth, kicked the little thing off his clothes, "Get lost."

Xuan Ying: This is the limit for me not to lose my temper, eh.

Little Hei Tuanzi crouched pitifully outside the door with his short legs in his arms, wrinkling his nose. In fact, he also wanted to satisfy the master, but running away as soon as he comes is not a gentleman's behavior, um.

It nodded solemnly.

The next day, when Xuan Xing woke up, he looked around and saw no one, so he couldn't help touching his nose, oops, the one who forgot the shape of the dumpling was just Xiao Tsundere.

So, is this running away from home?

After thinking about the normal state of a certain creature for 50 years, Xuan Xing felt relieved, and then entered the sword-testing forest, practicing swords for a hundred years.

In the afternoon, I usually go to the study.Before I knew it, I spent the whole night in the study.

Seeing the darkness of the night, Xuan Xing shook his head, no one reminded him, that's all.

Suddenly, a familiar breath approached, the corners of Xuan Xing's mouth curled up, and then quickly pressed down.

A figure in white clothes floated in lightly through the window, Xuan Xing continued to read with his head down as if he hadn't noticed it.

"Master." A gentle and deep voice sounded in the dark night, as always, but Xuan Xing's complexion suddenly changed.

This voice, this voice is not made by a complete body, but just a touch of divine thought.

He stood up in a "huh—" and saw that the figure of the person opposite was a little vague. He stretched out his hand, "Master, I know, you have been looking for materials to make it."

Xi and Zhu!

But Xuan Xing didn't feel half excited at this time, "You"