After rebirth, I bent the sword cultivator No.1

In the cold and twelfth lunar month, there was not even a living thing outside.Qixue Peak was also extremely deserted, standing quietly in the snowy night, only a bean lamp shimmering.

It's not a bright room, but it doesn't have a warm atmosphere, because both people in the room are sweating on their foreheads.

"How did you make it like this? Are you going to untie it or make a safety knot?" Xie Xuelou's expression was still calm, but his palms began to sweat. Naturally, he didn't have any strange thoughts, but it was just because of the person in front of him. It's the person he's been looking forward to for ten years, and every time he gets close to him, he can't help but feel agitated.If it weren't for his superficial emotional control, he might have been regarded as a pervert long ago.

Jun Yanshan was simply in a hurry, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was holding back his urine.

"Hurry up!" Jun Yanshan stomped his feet anxiously, invisibly adding a certain degree of difficulty to Xie Xuelou.

"Don't move, or you'll forget it in your diaper pocket." Xie Xuelou warned in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, Jianxiu No.1, who is admired by everyone, has another shortcoming besides not being able to cook - he can't untie his lover's waistband!

"No!" Jun Yanshan refused loudly.

Xie Xuelou was just joking, and with Jun Yanshan's shamelessness, it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing as urinating his pants. Unexpectedly, Jun Yanshan's next sentence would be a change of subject, "I only have a pair of cotton trousers, unless I urinate If you get wet, wash it for me!"

Drunk people generally don't think they are drunk. Jun Yanshan is also in this state at the moment. He even feels that he is very sober. The specific manifestation of sobriety is that his thinking is very clear. There is a set, if he contracts the laundry, he can dry it quickly and put it on, which is more reliable than washing it himself.

"...Okay, I'll wash it for you!"

The final result is that Xie Xuelou still can't untie the three knots, and he can't really make Jun Yanshan piss his pants, otherwise this person will wake up tomorrow and will definitely stay on his own. Therefore, Xie Xuelou chose to directly tear off his belt , let him urinate.

The drunk man became unreasonable, and had been crying and crying in the middle of the night, holding his belt and bemoaning its ill-fated fate—first it almost turned into a peace knot, but it broke in two in the end.

He also touches the porcelain Xie Xuelou, insisting that his is an ancestral one inlaid with gold, making Xie Xuelou lose money.

In the end, Xie Xuelou really gave him the spiritual stone in a red bag, and thoughtfully hid it under the pillow for him, "New Year's money."

Jun Yanshan was so dizzy that he didn't pay attention to this sentence. He only knew that he had indeed received the money and was not satisfied. If Xie Xuelou hadn't said that it was safe to hide it under the pillow, he probably would have slept with the bag all night.

Elder Xie was forced to patch up the waistband of a drunkard under the lamp.

The snowy night and people's hearts are quiet.

After Xie Xuelou repaired Jun Yanshan's belt, it was already midnight, he hung the belt on Jun Yanshan's bedside, and looked at him quietly for a while.

In the past ten years, I have never had peace of mind.

In this peaceful atmosphere, Xie Xuelou also felt a little tired... He hasn't had a good night's sleep for many years.

Xie Xuelou didn't intend to go back to his room, so he turned off the light and lay down next to Jun Yanshan, hugged Jun Yanshan, and kissed his forehead before closing his eyes with peace of mind.

When Xie Xuelou's breathing gradually slowed down, a pale pink light slowly lit up in the dark night, and when he looked carefully, he found that it was the light from the waist of Junyan Mountain.

……

This lawn again.

Jun Yanshan looked at the lawn full of small white flowers in front of him expressionlessly, knowing that he was dreaming again.

This time he didn't just wait for the dream to wake up, but took the initiative to pinch a small white flower beside him, hoping to see if he would turn into a sound transmission butterfly again...

The white flower shattered into aura in his hands, and the other small flowers around seemed to be startled, shaking their petals, and then spread their wings and turned into sound-transmitting butterflies.

The sound-transmitting butterflies all over the sky were like a blizzard, gently blowing towards Junyan Mountain, and then wrapped his whole body in it.

it is as expected!

Jun Yanshan excitedly chased those butterflies with his fingertips, often reaching out with one hand, he could touch seven or eight sound-transmitting butterflies, so he called out to his ears, with various tones and emotions, but It's the same voice.

——Ayan.

——Jun Yanshan.

——Come back, Ayan.

Thousands of sound-transmitting butterflies surrounded him, and these, this area, all came from the same person.

Is he crazy?

Jun Yanshan's scalp felt numb when he heard it. There are so many sound-transmitting butterflies, so many... There used to be more than 1000 butterflies, which almost drained half of his spiritual power as a Mahayana monk. So many, what the hell is he doing?

Jun Yanshan couldn't hide the shock in his heart, but he still couldn't help touching those butterflies. I don't know if it was because of the large number of them. The sound transmission butterflies that Jun Yanshan touched basically didn't give any useful information. With one sound, he was gone.

But even the voice calling his name was joyful or sad, brisk or lifeless. Anyone who heard it could feel the mental state of the owner of the voice, which seemed abnormal.

Jun Yanshan suddenly thought of Xie Xuelou's abolishment of his cultivation. Could it be that he drained his spiritual power countless times and never replenished it in time, which led to the decline of his realm?

why?Why do such a thing?Obviously, obviously only need...

You just need to return him one while he is still there, and it will be fine.

Jun Yanshan stretched out his hand to cover his face, and felt that it was difficult to breathe. He always felt that he didn't owe Xie Xuelou anything, but until this moment, he realized that even though he didn't owe Xie Xuelou, Xie Xuelou still owed him nothing. I don't owe him anything.

It's not that he hasn't responded to him, it's just that the time is wrong.

They owed nothing to each other, but this conclusion did not make him very happy.

When Jun Yanshan opened his eyes again, the thousands of sound-transmitting butterflies were no longer in front of him. Just when he thought he had woken up, he was horrified to find that the place where he was was exactly where he died and was struck by the catastrophe. The mountain of death.

"Why is it here? Why are you here?" Jun Yanshan turned around like a headless chicken, but when he turned his head, he saw 81 thunderbolts striking in one direction.

Just by looking at him, I already feel pain all over my body... Isn't this exactly the lightning calamity that he didn't overcome at the beginning? It was so shocking from a distance!

I saw that the sky and the earth were all made small by this thunder calamity, and the 81 sky thunders were all thicker than a person. When they struck a place, they made that place look like an iron bucket poured by thunder.

Jun Yanshan was dumbfounded and shocked, but at the same time, what he thought was 'he should be in the bucket, not here'.

I don't know how long the thunder rumbled for that day, and when some remaining thunder hadn't dissipated completely, a sword light flew from a distance.

This kind of thunder calamity was not something that ordinary monks dared to approach, so no one saw it. The sword light rushed into the thunder with the momentum of thunder, and it didn't stop when it was struck.

At this time, Jun Yanshan was also pulled into the Thunder Tribulation by a suction force, but it seemed that because he did not belong to that time and space, the thunder that was still thundering densely around him did not hurt him at all.

Only then did Jun Yanshan realize that the sword light that rushed in just now was actually Xie Xuelou.

He didn't look as elegant and calm as usual. At this time, his Taoist robe was torn, his hair crown was broken at some point, his long hair was hanging behind him, the end was chopped and curled, and his face was also bruised and purple. His appearance was completely ruined, and he was holding a charred and deformed corpse in his arms.

Jun Yanshan was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "So I actually have a whole body? It's so ugly, it's better to chop it up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xuelou, who was hugging him tightly, seemed to hear his words, and began to send spiritual power into his charred corpse.

Sure enough, it's better to have nothing left, leave this thing for Xie Xuelou, and let him have a chance to die...

In the next three months, Xie Xuelou relied on the remaining power of the thunder to sew up Jun Yanshan's body on the spot. He had never seen such a embarrassed and groggy Xie Xuelou.He saw him pouring spiritual power into the corpse time and time again, releasing his own blood to re-open the veins of a corpse, consuming countless natural resources, so that his corpse finally took on a human form.

Jun Yanshan watched silently, seeing him doing these useless efforts, he just felt that Xie Xuelou must have gone crazy.

When he was mad, he was easy to identify, so he would quietly mend the corpse. Occasionally, when he was awake, he would hug his broken body and cry bitterly. He cried so loudly, like a howling beast, he could no longer take care of his own body. He just wished that he could pour out all the grief from his body, so that he could calm down a little and make Ayan's body more delicate.

Jun Yanshan sat beside him and cried with him, but he couldn't make a sound, he just cried desperately, crying until his eyes hurt, but he couldn't control it.

Only then did he understand that no matter what kind of despair, he was breaking his heart, crushing it, and using pain to stop the pain.

"Xie Xuelou." Jun Yanshan leaned on his shoulder, comforting him over and over again, "Don't be sad, I will come back, you..."

"Do you know that you will accept an apprentice in the future, although he is a bit deadly, but at least he has provided me with a chance... I will come back and come to you."

After saying this, the movements of Xie Xuelou's hands paused, and he stared blankly at the void. After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses, and hugged Jun Yanshan's body tightly in his arms, murmuring repeatedly wearing something.

Jun Yanshan didn't know if he heard something, but just wiped away his tears, and moved closer to Xie Xuelou to listen to what he was saying.

Xie Xuelou pressed her face against his forehead, mumbling only two words in his mouth - mine.

"..." Jun Yanshan felt dizzy for a while, knowing that he was about to wake up, and had no intention of correcting his possessiveness, and fell from the dream.

This dream was so long and so sad that after Jun Yanshan woke up, he couldn't escape from the emotion in the dream for a long time.

He sat on the bed, biting his lips and weeping silently until his eyes turned into two big walnuts.

When Xie Xuelou woke up, he saw his child crying aggrievedly, and his heart ached so badly, he asked him what's wrong?He just shook his head in silence.

I thought it was a nightmare.

Xie Xuelou gently patted his back to comfort him, but at this moment, someone suddenly opened the door and broke in...

The author has something to say: Xie Xuelou: When will you get rid of the bad habit of breaking the door! ?

Zhao Yue: After changing it, how did you hit the CP in the first place?