The Devil and the Flower

The black spirit boat is exquisite and gorgeous, although Jiang Huan dislikes it, but it is very popular with the juniors, and everyone is vying to try it.It's just that they were young, and the spirit boat sailed steadily among the clouds, but the route was twisted into a centipede shape, which attracted many road repairers to turn back frequently.

He even almost ran into a few elders who were carrying people on Yujian.

"Be careful, Huaxia Academy, over there, go straight! Hey, where are you teachers? Why did you let you children, Yuchuan, mess around!"

"Senior, we are practicing! I'm sorry! Go slowly!"

The juniors are both ashamed and excited. There are many theoretical courses in the academy, and the practice is also in a fixed place, and there are teachers guarding it. How can it be so exciting.

The silver silk curtains fluttered lightly, faintly visible, Feng Yueci sat on the roof of the boat, quietly flipping through a book in his hand, as if he had never heard of the outside world, and let the children toss about themselves.

Jiang Huan lay on the roof of the cabin, stretched his long legs, yawned and stretched: "I said, Mr., you have a big heart, and you are not afraid of accidents."

Feng Yue resigned: "Young Master Jiang is here, so you can rest assured."

Jiang Huan lowered and opened the curtain, and saw him half lying down holding a book, his black hair stretched out, and his posture was clear and upright. He still had the indifferent appearance of not distinguishing between joy and sorrow, but he seemed a little more lazy for no reason.

A beauty is a beauty, and everything is beautiful.

Jiang Huan stared at him and smiled: "Is Daojun ordering me so peacefully? I don't trade at a loss."

Feng Yue resigned, "Follow you."

Without lifting his eyes, he turned over a page of the book and read it very seriously, as if he was immersed in the world of the book.

Jiang Huan was dissatisfied, tapped his toes, turned around, sat down in the blink of an eye, knocked on the table, raised his hand and shook in front of him: "Daojun, I'm talking to you, can you give me a little more response?"

Feng Yueci only read the book, but didn't make a sound.

Jiang Huan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, what is so interesting about a broken book, is it as interesting as a living person!

He suddenly approached and blocked the book with his palm.

Feng Yueci finally raised his head, and said flatly, "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Huan met his face at a close distance, and felt that the snow jade seemed to be clear without any blemishes. He couldn't help but suffocate, forgetting what to say next.

Feng Yueci also felt that it was too close, but there was no way out behind him, so he tilted his head slightly, his long hair fell all over his left shoulder, and a few strands were tangled around Jiang Huan's fingertips.

Jiang Huan's mind was blank at the moment, and he spoke subconsciously, his voice floating like a cloud: "Dao Jun, do you remember that you still owe me a drink?"

Feng Yueci saw that he had no intention of retreating, so he had no choice but to raise his hand against his shoulder and said: "Remember. The peach blossoms will fall when I leave the palace. I buried a jar of peach blossom wine under the tree. Now that I go back, I can open it."

With a little force on his hand, he pushed the person back, but Jiang Huan was as steady as Mount Tai, but he didn't move at all.

Jiang Huan looked at him with a smile, and what he said seemed to be - come, come, push again.

Feng Yueci's eyes turned slightly, as if he was looking at a naughty child who was about to hit his head when he raised the scroll.

Jiang Huan grasped his wrist with quick eyes and hands. The moment his skin touched, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had fallen into a bush of fallen flowers.

Jiang Huan was afraid of hurting him, so he tried his best to speak lightly, and asked with a smile: "Did the Taoist brew the peach blossom wine himself?"

Feng Yueci nodded slightly, withdrew his hand and coughed again.

Jiang Huan originally wanted to tease him a few more words, but when he saw this, his heart tightened, "Your body..."

Feng Yueci shook his head while coughing, and saw blood on his palm, which startled Jiang Huan, hurriedly pressed his wrist to transmit spiritual power, and raised his voice to call "Miss Lin".

Feng Yueci stopped him, and said in a low voice: "Miss Lin has tried her best, and there is no way to cure it. I am fine, I just have a headache, so don't disturb them."

After the words fell, he took out the handkerchief lightly and wiped off the blood on his hands.

——The matter of fate cannot be forced.

He was so conscious of his fate.

Jiang Huan looked at him, as if someone had stabbed countless needles in his heart. The pain was slightly astringent, although it was fine and dense, it was continuous, gradually clear, more intense, and even mixed with an unexplained sense of panic.

The strong are determined and calm.

I have experienced thousands of things in the world, and I have seen all kinds of grievances and hatreds, but those are all other people's.Jiang Huan did not expect that one day, because of a certain person, he would have such emotions that only a weak person he had despised would have.

Jiang Huan said: "If one day... Don't you regret it?"

He didn't speak clearly, but Feng Yueci understood, and replied: "I don't regret it."

If you have regrets in your heart, you will definitely force it. Begging will become obsession, and it will eventually harm others and yourself.

It's like the yin demon has been begging for thousands of years, trying his best to reincarnate, but now he can only cling to this hope, whether the result will be good or bad is still unknown.

Jiang Huan was silent for a while, not surprised by this kind of answer, but he couldn't calm down after all, and said in a low voice: "But I think the world will lose a lot of glory if there is no Daoist Lord."

The curtain was lightly raised, Feng Yueci stared at the blue and white clouds outside the ship, and calmly said: "Everything in this world will not fade because of losing anyone, it is as brilliant as an 'emperor', and after thousands of years, it will only be a pen in the history books."

Jiang Huan thought, that's right, no one is that important in the world, only those who care about you will regard you as the whole world, once you lose it, you will have no interest in life in an instant.

After sailing for several days, the juniors made rapid progress and finally figured out the way. When they had free time, they would gather around them, their faces could not hide their joy, they smiled and called "Daojun" and "Senior Jiang", and proudly talked about what they had learned.

Feng Yueci would occasionally point out a few words, while Jiang Huan would attack one by one, telling them to try again with their heads down.

When I went to a place that day, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and it actually started to rain.

Everyone hid in the boat, Lin Yanlan took herbs to cook tea, Qin Wenyin held her face and said with a smile: "I'm finally going back! I don't feel it every time I'm in the academy, but when I come out, I always miss it very much!"

Everyone nodded in unison, deeply sympathetic.

He Yuli poured cold water on him and said, "Don't forget, when you go back, besides the make-up exam, it is also the joint exam!"

Li Mianxi clutched his head limply—his terrible history lesson!

Qiu Linhan said: "Sister Ji and I don't have any make-up exams. Brother Yang, I remember that you seem to have failed the most courses?"

Yang Ce said with tears in his eyes, "Please don't talk about it!"

As a typical modernist traveler, everything else is fine, what can I do to save the damned etiquette class?And with Jiang Huan here, he was so worried that he couldn't sleep every day, and his hair was about to fall out. How could he think about trying!

Guan Tong also asked distressedly: "Senior Ji, how did you manage to be excellent in all courses?"

Ji Shiyan said without hesitation: "Thanks to His Majesty the Demon King."

There is no doubt that she has been the most loyal follower of the Demon Lord for thousands of years.

Everyone: "..."

Go to worship the devil first in the exam, and don't know how to write Jiang Di when you encounter a question-they all know it, but isn't this metaphysics!

Hearing their sighs and sighs, Jiang Huan couldn't help laughing. This group of children who were cramming for the exam reminded him of his college life a long time ago. It really was a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

Although he hasn't met the principal yet, Jiang Huan already feels that he is a talent.

Not everyone can carry forward the earth culture in a different place.

It's none of your business, Jiang Huan said casually: "If you have time to chat here, why don't you learn from your Taoist monarch and read more books."

Everyone looked up at the sky, Lin Yanlan smiled softly and said, "Mr. Jiang, if everyone can be like the Daojun, the principal may wake up laughing from his dream."

While they were talking, suddenly a paper crane passed through the bead curtain like a rain curtain, entered the boat, turned around, and stopped at Feng Yueci's fingertips.

Feng Yueci put down the scroll, clicked on the paper crane, and the paper crane flashed, and a gentle male voice suddenly came out: "Qing Hui, how are you doing recently? There has been a change in the joint examination, and you have already arrived at the academy. This time, I'm afraid he is prepared. Come, be careful on the way home, remember.”

When the sound fell, the paper cranes turned into light spots and dispersed.

Feng Yueci concentrated slightly, as if in deep thought.

"It's Mr. Su!" Li Mianxi said in surprise, "Although Sijun Academy belongs to Sijun Hall, but Sijun's position is high and powerful, why would he care about this small joint examination?"

Guan Tong knocked him on the head: "Stupid, you can tell with your nose that it's aimed at Daojun!"

Qin Wenyin said in a low voice: "Our school is facing the Wangchuan Jiang family on the left, and the Chongling Ye family on the right, but it is also far away from the Sijun Academy. In Yang's words, it is the Shura field! No wonder Mr. Su is worried, I am afraid gone."

During the joint test, the clans close to the academy will definitely send people to come, this accident will be a scuffle between several parties.

Jiang Huan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the situation with the murderer?"

Guan Tong: "I'm interested in seeing the color!"

He Yuli: "Buy people with power!"

Qin Wenyin: "Overbearing madman!"

Qiu Linhan: "The ghost lingers!"

Yang Ce: "Take it by force!"

Li Mianxi: "Xiu, the cultivation level is very high!"

Ji Shiyan: "The toad wants to eat swan meat!"

After a while, the students looked at each other, then nodded unanimously, and said angrily in unison: "That's it!"

Qingniu: "Moo Moo!"

Jiang Huan: "..."

Feng Yueci raised his head, his eyes swept over them, and everyone immediately looked at their noses, noses and hearts.

The corner of Jiang Huan's mouth curled up slightly: "Oh, it turns out that he is Daojun's admirer."

Feng Yue resigned: "That's not the case."

The juniors only look at the surface of things, how do they know the twists and turns.

But killing the king is indeed troublesome.

Feng Yueci pressed the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly heard Jiang Huan laughing while holding the knife, and wrote lightly: "If the Taoist Lord doesn't like it, I will kill him for you, it's all right."

Feng Yueci raised his eyes to look at him, and found that his expression was serious, and he was not joking.

Everyone gasped when they heard the words.

Guan Tong widened his eyes and said: "Senior Jiang! That's King Killer! No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat him, right?"

Ji Shiyan thought of his previous fight with Jiang Huan, but felt that this person was unfathomable, and he might not be talking big.

The four kings are far inferior to the "emperors". Although Jiang Huan tried his best to deny that he is the descendant of Emperor Jiang, in Ji Shiyan's view, his kung fu is indeed in the same line as Emperor Jiang.

Before Jiang Huan said anything, Qin Wenyin stared outside suddenly, covered her face and exclaimed, "Look, there's another spirit ship!"

Smoke and clouds billowed, and the rain was like a torrent, but in the distance, a spirit boat broke through the rain and gradually gathered with them.

Qiu Linhan took a closer look, and his face changed suddenly: "I'm really afraid of something coming! The four dragons soaring to the sky flag, it's Sijun Academy!"