[Cultivation] My world is a book

Taishi Feihong's voice was hoarse, and his words were a little fuzzy, even trembling as if it would wither like a firework at any moment.The head of Lingxiao couldn't help holding his breath, he suddenly remembered the sea he saw when he was young, most of the details were already blurred, but the kind of sea where he stepped on the white sand, layer by layer The tide is coming up, layer by layer of coldness, hugging, and remembering to take away the warmth of the whole body when it recedes, until the feeling of coldness penetrating into the bone marrow... There is a subtle similarity to Taishi Feihong's words at this moment.

Humble, imploring.

Even still harboring a little harmless innocence.

The head of Lingxiao couldn't help turning his head away, don't look at injustice, don't listen to injustice, watch others when they are weak, maybe they will be dragged out of the old account at any time.And... He actually couldn't bear to listen.

——As long as Lu Chenxiao gives Taishi Feihong a little hope, Taishi Feihong can risk his life to fight for it.

But precisely because of this, Lu Chenxiao would not leave any hope for him.

This guy is decidedly scary.

Just as the head of Lingxiao expected, Lu Chenxiao listened to everything with a blank face. He raised his head, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but it flashed so quickly that it was impossible to guess Lu Chenxiao's mood.Instead of pretending to be indifferent, he tilted his head strangely and asked suspiciously, "And then?"

Lu Chenxiao put on a gesture of waiting for the next one.

——It was like fierce and howling fists, all hitting the air, lightly, without landing.

Taishi Feihong was also at a loss for a moment, and the breathing of each other could be heard in the surroundings quietly.Finally, Tai Shi Feihong nodded and replied: "Sorry, I took the liberty."

After he finished speaking, he left outside.

I don't know if it's the illusion of the head of Lingxiao, but he always seems to feel that Taishi Feihong's voice is much more depressing.

It's like growing up overnight and getting old overnight.

Like an epiphyllum.

The flowering period is heartbreakingly short.

As Taishi Feihong's back completely disappeared from sight, He Daozhi took a deep breath, clutching his chest, very worried and frightened: "I thought this guy would explode just now."

Lu Chenxiao replied flatly: "Taishi Feihong is not that kind of person."

This sentence made Ling Xiao's leader couldn't help but give Lu Chenxiao a sideways glance, he must be determined by Taishi Feihong.

"It's you—" Lu Chenxiao twisted his body, he finally showed a bit of fresh anger from his previous insipidity, "It's really fun to see my jokes."

"How could it be that I..."

He Daozhi's words were interrupted, Lu Chenxiao really didn't give him the slightest bit of politeness, and sarcastically said: "Oh, so you came to see me at this time because you have something serious to do?"

"Cough. Well, when will Hetu Luoshu be returned?"

Hetu Luoshu, the leader of Lingxiao knows this very well. This magic weapon, like his ring of the leader, belongs to the inheritance treasure of the town faction, but it happens—at least the ring of Lingxiao is still real. It was refined by the monks of Lingxiao Sect, while Hetu Luoshu was a treasure handed down from ancient times, but it was picked up by Ziyun and became the core of the sect.

Therefore, in terms of ownership, Ziyun Temple is not particularly confident.It's just that the five factions of the righteous way have always vented their breath through one nostril, so they still maintain each other's interests.

Of course, it is only a nominal maintenance.

Otherwise, Ziyun Temple would not have lost the Hetu Luoshu for so many years, and still nothing has been returned to the original owner.

But now Yu Lian needs to recalculate the magic way to integrate the magic way, and the six veins are united. Although it is impossible to completely rely on Hetu Luoshu, this magic weapon can undoubtedly save a lot of tedious work, and only needs Yu Lian to provide one. Thinking, it can be said that Yu Lian may return Hetu Luoshu to He Daozhi in more than ten years.

But definitely not now.

Lu Chenxiao was well aware of this matter, he sneered: "What if I don't pay it back? What are you going to do?"

He Daozhi shrugged: "What can I do? Other than this... that's the only way."

Lu Chenxiao glanced at He Daoyi, his expression was like a white water pig who had washed himself clean, and sat down on the chopping board, waiting for him to raise a sharp knife to strike.At that moment, Lu Chenxiao waved his hand: "Huang Quan."

Immediately, billows of black smoke permeated from the wall.Black smoke fell to the ground and gathered into a figure.The figure of this person is still in the process of gathering, and He Daozhi has already called out the other person's name in surprise: "... Doudou?"

Lu Chenxiao: "..."

Head of Lingxiao: "..."

...Oh my god, how heartless are this guy's parents to call their son Doudou?

A few seconds later, the man who Lu Chenxiao called Huang Quan and He Daozhi called him Doudou finally revealed himself.It was a young man—at least he was still very young when he died, about sixteen or seventeen years old. He looked younger than Taishi Feihong, and he just had a childish baby face. Innocent and simple.The head of Lingxiao was keenly aware of the clothes this person was wearing. According to the rules of Mo Dao Sect, he should be the newly promoted Huangquan Vein Master.

Then, it is understandable for Lu Chenxiao to call him Huang Quan.

But is his name really Doudou?

The head of Lingxiao thought for a while, originally Huang Quanmai was not particularly active under the leadership of Qiong Guizi.As for Qiong Guizi's death, most of the brilliance of Huang Quanmai was shrouded by Shang Feique.For the puppet under Shang Feique, most people would not deliberately put his name on it.Even with Ling Xiao's excellent memory, he still hasn't found it.

So, how did He Daozhi know?

And the master of Huangquan was obviously more surprised than the head of Lingxiao: "...how do you know that my name is Doudou?"

Cold sweat came down He Daozhi's forehead suddenly.

Lu Chenxiao watched all this with cold eyes, waved his hand, and brought Huang Quanmai to him, and taught earnestly: "Didn't you always want to know how I got entangled with... so many men?" ?”

The head of Lingxiao subconsciously pricked up his ears. To be honest, he really wanted to know this question.

"This, this...cough cough..." Huang Quan's veins blushed, and the head of Lingxiao really couldn't tell whether he was shy and coy, or excited and looking forward to it, or both. Revealing his love of gossip; on the other hand, he is obviously looking forward to this answer.

The head of Lingxiao also felt the same way. His good upbringing made it better for him to avoid it at this time, but unfortunately, his curiosity was about to scratch his heart out.

"Actually, it's nothing." Lu Chenxiao said very flatly. The head of Lingxiao felt that he had seen the fox tail wagging behind Lu Chenxiao. "The first point is to choose the right person. Some people Do more with less, and some people do more with less. After all, everyone has their own preferences, and no one is a heartthrob, and it is impossible to please everyone. Then, it is very important to choose a possible object."

"Uh-huh!"

"After that, it's very simple, stalking and stalking, how to entangle. Don't be afraid of his indifference, don't be afraid of his rejection - you see, Xie Luxi looks like a very indifferent guy, now you are looking at him. "

Shining light burst out from the eyes of Master Huang Quan: "I'm not afraid of this, I'm very persevering."

Lu Chenxiao patted his head, showing a childish expression.

"But how do I tell if someone feels special to me?"

"Well, you can feel it wherever you are. For example, he cares about your little things that no one else knows about."

He Daozhi took three steps back when he heard this sentence, with a look of panic on his face.However, behind the back where he could seize the road and escape, the head of Lingxiao stood up silently and blocked the way-hahahaha you have today too!The head of Lingxiao remembered that he was forced to squeeze into the upper and lower bunks with He Daozhi a few days ago. This guy threw the leftover orange seeds on his mattress... and so on, and even, not long ago, this fellow directly Throw him in the face with your clothes.

Sure enough, the bitch has her own day.

The master of Huangquan was still confused: "But, but I don't feel that anyone is more concerned about me."

Lu Chenxiao reminded him lightly: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

That guy didn't realize it yet, he took a step back in horror: "I'm very moral, if we do this, we will be killed by Lord Demon Lord."

"You idiot." Finally, Lu Chenxiao couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the master of Huangquan veins on the head, "I mean him."

Master Huang Quan froze for a moment, then turned his head and looked at He Daozhi seriously.

He Daozhi was forced back two steps by his gaze.

The master of Huangquan showed a thoughtful expression. He frowned first, his face full of doubts, and finally lowered his voice, and said in a low voice: "He always gives me a strange sense of familiarity."

Lu Chenxiao patted Huang Quan's master on the shoulder vigorously: "This is fate."

"You kowtowed in front of the Buddha for 500 years, just to look back at this life - isn't there such a saying? The white head is as new as before, and the cover is as old as before. You just saw it, but it seems that you have known it for a long time. This is not true. Is it destined love? Come on, say it loudly, what are you going to do at this time?"

Master Huang Quan nodded seriously: "Hold him until he dies."

The blood on He Daozhi's face faded completely, as if his parents had died.Facing the master of Huangquan who was approaching step by step, he was terrified.So, this guy finally remembered the head of Lingxiao, he turned around and asked with the most sincere expression in his life: "Yang Kai, we are actually friends, right?"

The head of Lingxiao stared at him for three seconds.

——Then he kicked He Daozhi over.

"How can you treat your friends like this? Didn't we once fall asleep with our feet deep and unshakable? Are you so cruel to watch me fall into the clutches of the enemy?"

The head of Lingxiao scratched his ears, forgetting the man's cry.

——Hehe, he didn't have a friend who wanted people to see how he died!