God, he quietly likes this seat

His fingertips were hot, and Zhong Ling's brows were slowly stretched under his touch. For a moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he almost forgot that he was supposed to avoid it in the first place.

Yan Huaizhou always treats him well for no reason, but he can't afford the price next time.

It wasn't until he took his hand back with a smile that Zhong Ling tapped on the table thoughtfully: "Yan Huaizhou, give me your knife."

Yan Huaizhou was taken aback for a moment, not knowing that Zhong Ling politely asked him what he wanted the knife for, but he still followed Xiaoyao's back and handed it to him.

I saw Zhong Ling took the Xiaoyao knife, took out another thing from the closet, and covered it on the scabbard with the palm of his hand.When he let go of his hand, there was a crystal clear black spar on the scabbard, which was shining slightly.

Unknown, Yan Huaizhou stepped in, leaned halfway towards him, and asked, "What is this?"

Zhong Ling's tone was flat: "It's nothing, it's just a high-quality spirit stone. I got it by accident before, and I put it away when I saw it looked good. Now I'm giving it to you as a thank you for your help in the fairyland of Yaotai .”

Yan Huaizhou was immediately overjoyed, and he didn't care whether his words were true or not: "Did you give me a gift? This is the first time you gave me a gift—"

He couldn't wait to take the Xiaoyao Knife back into his hand, and touched the place where the spirit stone was inlaid over and over again. The more he looked at it, the more he couldn't put it down. He only thought that his years of painstaking efforts had finally paid off today, and he said happily: " It's really a good match, Ah Ling, you have such a good eye."

Seeing that Yan Huaizhou didn't ask any more questions, Zhong Ling knew that Yan Huaizhou hadn't suspected anything, so he twitched the corners of his lips comfortingly.Just as he was about to tell him that it was getting late and he had to go on his way tomorrow, it was time to rest when he suddenly heard someone knocking on his door again.

The little servant boy who came to convey the message for Zhong Jingming earlier was calling him in a whisper outside the door: "Shen Jun, have you rested?"

Zhong Ling's eyes froze, and he immediately winked at Yan Huaizhou. Yan Huaizhou was in the right mood, and he jumped up obediently and hid behind the screen with the knife in his hand.

Only then did he turn around and open the door, and asked the little servant in a gentle voice: "Why, does father have anything else to tell me?"

The little servant boy outside the door shrank his neck and showed an awkward but polite smile: "Hey, that, the Immortal Venerable asked me to tell you...he is waiting in the Golden Palace, and let the Lord Mozun also Once you go there, you don’t have to go with you again.”

Zhong Ling: "..."

Yan Huaizhou hiding behind the screen: "..."

After a long silence, Zhong Ling said with a strange expression, "I see."

The little servant boy heaved a sigh of relief, and after saluting to him, he ran away quickly, as if he was afraid that if he ran a little slower, he would be overtaken by the evil spirits behind him.

Yan Huaizhou tiptoed out from behind the screen, looked at Zhong Ling in dismay, and said hesitantly, "How could your father know that I'm here?"

Zhong Ling was just as unexpected as he was, and gave him an annoyed look: "I still want to ask you this!"

Yan Huaizhou rubbed his nose guiltily, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that he saw through it? Forget it, forget it, the soldiers are coming to block me, I'll go and find out first."

He made up his mind, turned around and was about to walk outside.Zhong Ling thought about it, but he was not afraid that he would suffer a disadvantage, so he stopped him from behind: "Wait, you leave the Xiaoyao Dao behind."

Yan Huaizhou paused, turned around and asked in puzzlement, "Why?"

Zhong Ling went forward and took Xiaoyao Knife from his arms: "It's late at night, it's impolite for you to bring a weapon to meet my father."

He pointed to Xiaoyao's handle, with a soft look on his face: "Besides, how long has your rope been worn? Today is just free, so I will replace it for you."

Yan Huaizhou choked slightly.

When he started practicing knives, he was still young, and there were always large blisters on the tiger's mouth.At that time, his mother was still there, and she often helped him wrap a soft band around the handle of the knife as a protection.This habit continued until he met Zhong Ling, and Zhong Ling always did this for him in his early years.

But later, when his mother passed away, and he separated from Zhong Ling again, no one changed the bandage for him again.After the tie that Zhong Ling tied him for the last time was completely loose, he wrapped a thick hemp rope around the handle of the knife.

Now, he no longer needed soft bandages to protect his no longer soft palms, but he still remembered Zhong Ling.

Feeling warm and sore in his heart, Yan Huaizhou whispered: "A Ling, you are so kind."

Zhong Ling ignored him, and only sent him outside the door. After his figure completely disappeared into the night, he held the Xiaoyao Dao firmly in front of his eyes for a closer look.

My father called Yan Huaizhou away at this time, but he didn't let himself follow, which seemed somewhat strange.But he concluded that neither Yan Huaizhou himself nor the Ninth Demon Venerable, his father would tell him the things he kept hidden.

Zhong Ling stared at the black spar that faintly contained spiritual power, confirmed that it was indeed inlaid extremely firmly, then turned around and returned to the room.

……

Yan Huaizhou also went to the Golden Palace at the highest peak of Buzhou Mountain with Zhong Ling when he was young, but this was the first time he came here alone.

The full moon outside the Golden Palace was lonely and cold, and there was silence everywhere, and the people around were dismissed early.

He stood under the plaque with the word "Righteous Way" in a daze for a moment before he stepped into the hall steadily.

Beidou Xianzun Zhong Jingming had been waiting for him in the golden palace for a long time, Yan Huaizhou didn't know if he had fully figured out his own details, so he put on a fearless posture, raised his head and asked first: "Why, Xianzun Do you have something to do with me?"

Since he entered the door, Zhong Jingming's torch-like eyes have been locked on him, and he said coldly: "Yan Wanfeng, there are only you and me here, there is no need to act anymore."

Yan Huaizhou thought that it was true, and it happened that he was too lazy to pretend anymore, so he sneered indifferently: "It's true that nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the immortal."

He didn't seem to be aware of the powerful coercion released by Zhong Jingming's body, and sat down on a chair nearby, raising his eyebrows at him boldly: "Tell me, when did you see it?"

Zhong Jingming saw that not only did he not have any intention to explain, but his attitude was so arrogant and arrogant, and his tone was even more chilly: "In any case, I watched you grow up, this is what you should say to your elders. Courtesy?"

"Why, the Immortal Venerable is using the tone of an elder to reminisce about the old days with me?"

Yan Huaizhou stared at him viciously, "It's just a coincidence, thanks to Bu Zhoushan's blessing, my seniors of the Yan family would have died here long ago."

Zhong Jingming's breathing stagnated, and the coercive force that froze the air quietly dissipated.The tragic situation on the stage that year was still vivid in his memory. If he had to go back to the source, he had to admit that he owed something to the Yan family.

His forehead was throbbing, and he didn't speak again for a long time.

Yan Huaizhou got impatient with the wait: "The Immortal Master asked me to come here, what exactly do you want?"

Zhong Jingming tried his best to suppress his anger, and asked, "Did Ah Ling know it was you?"

Yan Huaizhou answered without hesitation: "Of course. There is no secret between me and A Ling."

"Such brazen words! Have you ever thought that if you pester him like this, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing for both of you!"

Yan Huaizhou was stabbed by the meanness of his words, and he stood up abruptly: "I can entangle whoever I want to entangle, and the immortal can't control me! Whether it is a disaster or a blessing, I will take responsibility .”

His face was full of hostility: "If you called me here just to order me to draw a line with A Ling, then I advise you to save your energy and stop wasting your words."

Zhong Jingming stared intently at his face, his disgust was palpable: "You are right, I hope you can stay away from Ah Ling as far as possible."

"Let's not mention today's matter, but in the future, when he becomes the head of the fairy, will you continue to be like this?"

Yan Huaizhou replied sullenly: "This is my own business, you don't need to worry about it."

Zhong Jingming had already learned about his arrogance and arrogance, so he didn't expect to be able to reason with him.In fact, every time he looked at Yan Huaizhou, he couldn't help but have the urge to kill Yan Huaizhou.

But right now, he can't be persuaded, and he can't be killed—after all, there is nothing he can do about him.

He took a deep breath, loosened his whitened knuckles, and said ruthlessly, "Yan Wanfeng, since you have practiced magic arts and embarked on a path that completely deviates from the immortal sect, you should know what is good and evil. There is a clear distinction between them."

"I warn you, if you dare to shake Ah Ling's Dao heart one day, no one will be able to protect you."

Yan Huaizhou smiled recklessly, and interrupted him with disdain, "It's not a day or two since the Immortal Venerable wanted to kill me. You can put it on the table and say it without hiding it. How about cultivating the way of immortality and cultivating the way of magic? In your eyes What is the relationship between good and evil and this seat?"

Zhong Jingming was furious: "You!"

He raised his face, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of sarcasm, and the blood mole seemed to be shining brightly.

"It's just that you don't need to worry about me shaking Ah Ling's Dao heart. You are the same as everyone else in the world, and you must demand a lot from him. But this king will never have the heart to see him in trouble."

"There are thousands of avenues, and I can walk any one of them—A Ling's way is my way."

Zhong Jingming never thought that he could say such a thing, his expression was shocked, and he looked at him in disbelief.

Yan Huaizhou met his gaze calmly, not giving an inch.

It took a long time before Zhong Jingming paused and said: "In that case, then go and do something for A Ling."

Yan Huaizhou asked, "What's the matter?"

"It is said that there is a spiritual root of ten thousand years in the Northern Wilderness Monster Clan, which can heal dark wounds in the heart. You find a way to find this thing, and take it."

Yan Huaizhou's complexion changed, and he immediately asked: "What do you mean by that? Did Ah Ling get hurt that badly?!"

Zhong Jingming turned his back, leaving him with an indifferent back, and he didn't want to say more.

The author has something to say: nothing can escape the eyes of the old father.

Beidou Xianzun: Fuck|I broke my heart!

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