Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

Xiaoxuan window is dressing up.

There is no words for each other, only playing hooligans.

Yuan Xu stared at Geng Sanghua, who was sitting in the armchair with Shi Shiran, and sighed. "Master, with your body, you can't stand the great joy and sorrow. Why did you come to the disciple to watch such a boring show? If you are happy, the disciple should visit you."

Geng Sanghua laughed.

He may be in a better mood today, but he actually wore a smoky blue gauze dress.Her hair was loosely gathered behind her shoulders, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her usual cold eyes were a little more lively.

Geng Sanghua lazily said: "You don't need to kick me out either. I naturally know that you despise me."

Yuan Xu opened his mouth, waiting for a rebuttal.

Geng Sanghua said again: "It's just that there's nothing I can do about it, it's another early night today. My illness..."

Yuan Xu frowned and took a few steps closer.Said, "Suo Ye is here again?"

Geng Sanghua looked up at him without laughing.

Yuan Xu immediately felt annoyed that he had spoken quickly and said the wrong thing, which made the master unhappy again.He hurriedly tried to remedy it. "It's the disciple's misremembering, please punish me, master!"

Geng Sanghua put down the teacup and said with a smile, "Why am I punishing you? The child is grown up, I can't help it. There are so many flowers and plants that haunt you, how can I still remember these new nights every three months."

After hearing this, Yuan Xu was not in a hurry.At this time, he had already walked in front of Geng Sang's painting, put his hands on the table, leaned his upper body forward, stared at Geng Sang's painting with a pair of ice-like eyes, and said indifferently: "Really?"

Yuan Xu has a pair of fox eyes, he looks cold like ice from a distance, and rarely smiles when he looks up close, but at the moment he looks at Geng Sang Hua with extremely aggressive eyes.It's like a male wild fox that has become a spirit, staring at the only prey in front of him that is worthy of his heart.

Geng Sanghua thought this scene was very interesting at first, but Yuan Xu didn't say anything, just looked at him steadfastly.After three breaths, Geng Sanghua actually felt suffocated, his fingers subconsciously convulsed, and his throat swallowed.

grunt.

The sound was particularly harsh in the silence.

The corners of Yuan Xu's lips curled up, he left the table slowly, stood up straight, and then said indifferently: "Master, don't be brave."

"There are too many disturbances in this world, disciples have their own measure." Yuan Xu's voice was light.He picked up the octagonal silver pot, poured himself a cup of Biluochun, held it in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said: "This night's disease is a headache, we need to find some solutions."

Geng Sang painted silently.

Yuan Xu turned his head to look at him seriously, and said: "Is there no way to cure it completely?"

Geng Sanghua had just lost face in front of Yuan Xu, and was sulking alone, when he heard this, he gave him an annoyed sentence. "You try it? Anyway, I can't find it."

Yuan Xu laughed.He patiently walked to the opposite of Geng Sang's painting, and sat down with a cup of tea in his hand.I thought to myself, what happened to this Master Master 1000 years ago?Get sick.

Geng Sang's paintings usually look very carefree, known as the best sword in the world.But who knew that every three months, Master would experience unforgettable pain!The bones of the whole body are breaking every inch, and only when the sun rises the next day can they reattach their limbs and grow.Who has shared with Master the pressure of the internal organs and the pain of reshaping the body?

During the 1000 years of his absence, how exactly did Master spend it?

The temperature in Yinxue Building was always low, and the two of them didn't speak, so the flower hall looked extraordinarily cold.

Just after Shen Shi, Geng Sanghua has already come to look for him on his own, presumably this year's night sickness is especially serious.Thinking of this, Yuan Xu couldn't help feeling pity.

Although Geng Sanghua has lived for more than 1000 years, he should belong to the old goblins and immortals in his mind, but he was used to being a big brother in his previous life, and he was in charge of hundreds of people. Can see through.

Unknowingly, these years, he has already regarded Geng Sang Hua as a person who needs to be protected, the person standing behind him, so even if it is for Geng Sang Hua, he has to work hard to find a way to completely solve Geng Sang Hua's pain. bone pain.

"Baishi Mountain is located in Xihe Niuzhou, and the disciples have been looking for it all these years." Yuan Xu turned the teacup in his hand, and said to Geng Sanghua slowly while thinking: "But Beiju Luzhou still has a large desert. And, Nanbuzhou..."

Yuan Xu hesitated a bit.

In this era, the world mentioned in the book is still the territory of the world.Beiju Luzhou, Xihe Niuzhou, and Dongshengshenzhou were more or less mentioned by Yuan Xu, but Nanfang Buzhou could not be mentioned a word.

For some reason, Geng Sanghua was particularly sensitive to this place.

How many secrets does this person hide?

"Don't go there!" Sure enough, Geng Sanghua interrupted him immediately.His tone was fierce, and his expression was unprecedentedly serious.

Yuan Xu is silent.

In the past 12 years, Yuan Xu has seen countless people who dared to mention Nanfang Buzhou in front of Geng Sang's picture, and they all told Geng Sang to slap his palm and vomit blood.

He was the only one who got a sharp reprimand from Geng Sanghua when he mentioned it face to face.

This is the first time Yuan Xu mentioned Nanfang Buzhou to Geng Sanghua face to face.

He knew that Geng Sang's painting was very taboo, but he had to keep trying.So he slowly, a little smile appeared in his eyes, and his voice was deliberately soft. "I don't know where your illness came from. But all the pain of broken bones and limbs must be cured by immortal medicine. Why don't we go around and look for it?"

"Us?" Geng Sanghua threw the tea cup heavily on the table, stood up, and sneered at Yuan Xu. "It seems that these years, being a teacher is too much used to you!"

Yuan Xu raised his eyebrows.

The furious Geng Sanghua slapped him in the face, sending him flying with his chair.Boom!Accompanied by the creaking sound of planks breaking like spider webs, Yuan Xu sat in the armchair and flew out of the Yinxue Building.

A chair-shaped hole was abruptly cut through the middle of the dark wooden door panel in the Yinxue Building.

Geng Sanghua was dressed in a smoky blue gauze dress with flying curls, his long hair bulged instantly, and his Mahayana cultivation was fully exposed.He strode past Yuan Xu and grabbed him in the air with his bare hands. Yuan Xu, who was trapped in the armchair, couldn't breathe.

"What do you know?" Geng Sanghua sneered. "You're just a yellow-mouthed kid I picked up from the mountain. You're only twenty, and you dare to stand here and mention that to me?"

Yuan Xu's Adam's apple slipped quickly, his lips were gray and he couldn't open his mouth.

Geng Sanghua used his true energy to lift Yuan Xu and suspend him in mid-air. The strong wind and dry sun made him unable to breathe.A few seconds later, Geng Sanghua gritted his teeth again and said bitterly: "Today is your first time. If you commit the crime again in the future, the teacher will not let you off lightly."

With a bang, Geng Sanghua let go of his hand, and Yuan Xu fell to the ground with a thud.

Yuan Xu rolled around with the chair more than a dozen times, and finally stopped. He didn't care about brushing the dust off his clothes, and jumped up to keep people away. "Master, don't go!"

Geng Sanghua squinted at him.Taohuayan is extremely indifferent when not smiling, not like a living person.

As a man, Geng Sang's painting is really too glamorous, with a slightly pointed jaw, natural peach eyes, and even the jade-like skin all over his body is flawless.

In midsummer, the rosy glow of Baishi Mountain gradually faded, only the head of the immortal sect in front of him was shining brightly, not a hair of snow, but far better than the moonlight of snow.

Yuan Xu paused, his voice slightly hoarse. "Master, don't leave. I will treat your illness."