I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

"Um--"

Fang Qinghong stood with his hands behind his back, and in his right hand was holding a brush that was stained with ink.A few fireflies are lined up on both sides, grabbing the top corners of the rice paper to facilitate his painting.

At the end of the day, Fang Qinghong looked at a piece of blank drawing paper, sighed exaggeratedly, and said: "No, you are so beautiful, it is so difficult to draw with charm."

Fuyao: ...

He coughed uncomfortably: "You don't have to be me."

"No, no, we, Fang Qinghong, will do what we say." The young man in white waved his hand and continued to wrestle with the white paper.Beside his feet was the fat and round lantern frame, and he pinched his tiny hands and feet, and now he only had to stick to the outer cover of the lantern.

After scrapping another piece of rice paper, Fang Qinghong suddenly turned his head, stared at Fuyao intently for a while, and walked over quickly.When you get in front of someone, you can touch their face without saying a word.

Fuyao subconsciously took half a step back, and was immediately stopped by Fang Qinghong: "Don't move, let me touch it carefully." While touching, he also commented: "You said that you have one nose and two eyes, which is very special. different."

The full and soft fingertips brushed across the smooth forehead, slanting long eyebrows, and thick eyelashes as if nothing had happened. It flapped against the young man's fingertips, like the wings of a butterfly, scratching Fang Qinghong a little itchy.

So his hand continued to go down, outlining the lines of Fuyao's cheeks, and pinched his tall nose bridge as a mischievous play.

Fortunately, there are no women in this world, otherwise how many female cultivators would have been harmed?Thinking about it, he laughed himself first.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fang Qinghong's ears felt hot when he heard the deep and magnetic voice so close at hand, he always felt that Fuyao's tone of voice at this moment was extra... extraordinarily... what's the matter?

It's a bit like the weak knees that the junior sisters said before?

"Don't get so close to me, I..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Fang Qinghong was caught off guard and fell into the whirlpool of his eyes.At that time, the skin of the two was touching, their breathing blended, and they were entangled in the heated air.

After a while, Fang Qinghong jumped away suddenly, patted his chest with lingering fear: I was scared to death, thought I was about to suffocate.

He went back to the rice paper, and the pen walked around the dragon, painting together in a smooth and smooth manner.During the period, I was so "busy" that I didn't turn my head or say a word. After finishing the painting, I slapped it on the lamp stand, holding the lantern and Fuyao looked at each other.

Fang Qinghong: "..."

Fuyao: "..."

Fang Qinghong smiled awkwardly: "It's quite festive, right?"

Fuyao saw that the painting was not even half similar to his own, and even had some 'rough' masterpieces, and said: "Actually, you don't need to do that."

Fang Qinghong: "...save me some face."

Huh, it's so hard to draw people, I overestimated my own drawing skills.The young man wept silently.

"Then do you want it?"

He gave up on himself and pushed the thing in front of Fuyao.

After a while, Fang Qinghong felt that his hands were empty, and when he looked up, he found that Fuyao was holding the lamp, staring at him intently, and said, "But, it's very cute."

Fang Qinghong didn't know why, but his face turned red.

The lit lanterns flowed down, and the swaying firelight penetrated the thin paper, blurring in the night.The sky was full of bright moon and stars, and for a while in the Consonance Valley, there was only the sound of gurgling water and the faint breathing of the two of them.

Seeing the lanterns drifting farther and farther away, Fang Qinghong suddenly came back to his senses, and told Fu Yao: "At this time, you want to make a wish."

Fuyao asked back: "What do you promise?" He looked at Fang Qinghong, as if he was waiting for someone to express his wish.

Fang Qinghong burst out laughing: "Look what I'm doing, I want your own!"

The man seemed to be stunned, turned his head back somewhat unnaturally, and stared blankly at the lantern for a long time until it crossed the winding curve and disappeared behind the stone wall.

I don't know if I heard it or not.

Fang Qinghong: "Have you promised?"

Fuyao nodded.

Fang Qinghong: "Then what did you promise?" Immediately afterwards, he covered Fuyao's mouth again, changed his mind and said: "Ah, hey, forget it, it won't work if you say it."

Fuyao grabbed his wrist and took it away: "A seeker, how can he still believe such nonsense."

Fang Qinghong flipped his wrist, and patted the back of his hand: "You have a bit of fun, don't you? Don't live so soberly. Sometimes you are a little confused. Have fun."

Fuyao hummed, thinking that it doesn't matter if you say it.

He looked at Fang Qinghong who was alive and kicking in front of him, and smiled slightly.After all, his wish has come true.

The fireflies scattered and gradually disappeared into the woods, and the moon hid in the floating clouds.

Fuyao seemed to have sensed something, and looked far away to the north.Without waiting for Fang Qinghong to ask, he took the lead and said: "After you advanced, you haven't stabilized your realm yet?"

Fang Qinghong: "Yes, I was struck by lightning when I just woke up, and then I rushed back non-stop to discuss important matters with the suzerain, and then you came."

Fuyao: "There is not much time, I will help you."

"Ah?" Fang Qinghong was at a loss: "It's just a matter of meditating for a few days, so there's no rush?"

Fuyao: "At this point, only the method of dual cultivation can be achieved quickly. You need to enter the realm of imaginary wandering as soon as possible."

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what?

Did I hear you right? ! !

Fang Qinghong stuttered: "Shuang, Shuang...Xiu?"

Fu Yao squinted at him, "It's not what you think."

Fang Qinghong: ...It's my dirty thoughts, I'm sorry.

Fuyao: "It's not too late to find a place to retreat."

Fang Qinghong: "Huh? Oh, good."

Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect in the Southern Territory.

In the empty hall, Gu Peiyuan looked calm and independent.The Yin-Yang Acacia Sect is established in the depths of a vast dense forest. They advocate the nature and originality, and even the architectural style is biased towards the characteristics of combining with all things in nature.

For example, this meeting hall is built in a towering giant tree with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. The hall is surrounded by a dense canopy surrounded by hanging branches.And this giant tree has already cultivated spiritual consciousness, and its spiritual power is unfathomable.

It is said that when it was in its ignorance, it was instructed by God Nuwa. In order to repay this kindness, the tree spirit gave up the road to immortality and guarded her descendants here for generations.

In front of Gu Peiyuan, there was a curtain more than 20 meters wide and hanging down from a dome more than ten meters high.The entire curtain was woven with silkworm silk, Liu Fengsheng obtained this treasure, and made a set of clothes just for himself to wear all the time, which shows how precious it is.

But in the Hehuan Sect in the Southern Territory, they could casually pull out a piece of silk that was older and more abundant than what Liu Fengsheng used, and it was only used as a curtain. The attitude of extravagance was undisguised.

The celestial silk is crystal clear and white, and when it dances with the wind, it seems that there are dots of light flickering.Gu Peiyuan could vaguely see the throne behind him through the fluttering gauze curtain, and on the throne, a vague human silhouette was outlined.

That is the master of the Yin Yang Acacia Sect - Fengzu.

Feng Zu is a generation older than Liu Fengsheng, the current head of the Kunlun Palace, and he is also the only Mahayana Patriarch active in front of the stage among the leaders of the five domains.

The time when he entered the Mahayana period can be traced back to more than 3000 years ago.To this day, no one knows what kind of realm he has reached now, they only speculate in private that Feng Zu is about half a step away from becoming an immortal.

Although Gu Peiyuan was his personal disciple, he hadn't seen the true face of this legendary person for a long time.In other words, everyone in the sect did not have the chance to see the true face of the ancestor.

"metropolitan."

Gu Peiyuan bowed to the curtain and saluted, stretched his arms, and held a porcelain bottle in his palm and handed it out: "The dragon's blood has been retrieved." After the words fell, the porcelain bottle was pulled by the mysterious force and flew towards the curtain.

It was suspended in mid-air, and then disappeared suddenly.

Not long after, a deep male voice came from inside the curtain: "It is indeed Ying Longxue, this time, you did a good job." His voice sounded very young, not a few years older than Gu Peiyuan.

After a while, a bottle fell into Gu Peiyuan's hands.

"These are yours." The person inside the curtain said again.

The corner of Gu Peiyuan's lips curled up: "Thank you, Sect Master."

Fengzu: "You are the master of Fuxiqin's destiny, the person in God's prophecy, and the future of our Acacia Sect depends on you. This dragon's blood was originally prepared for you, and I only take one tenth of it. The rest, let’s take it to practice.”

Gu Peiyuan: "Yes."

Feng Zu: "The Demon Realm is an enemy and not a friend after all. You can seek skin from a tiger, but you can't go into a tiger's mouth. The son of the Demon Lord is like you, a man who bears the destiny. You can only be stronger than him, not weaker, understand?"

Gu Peiyuan: "The disciple understands."

Feng Zu hummed in satisfaction: "The catastrophe is also an opportunity. With your resources, you can beat me in the past. It is not impossible to become a god. Pei Yuan, I am most optimistic about you."

Facing his soft-tongued words with earnestness and sincerity, Gu Peiyuan's face was full of joy that he had high hopes, but his heart was as calm as still water, unmoved.

"50 years, Pei Yuan, you only have 50 years."

"Fifty years from now, it will be the time for this great battle to come."

After Gu Peiyuan exited the hall, he met Li Wansheng, who was rumored to be his second junior brother.The other party sat among the branches and swayed his feet, leisurely and leisurely, I don't know how long he waited.

Gu Peiyuan glanced at him casually, and Gu Zi walked out, but was stopped by a voice.

"Big Brother."

Li Wansheng smiled sweetly: "I don't see you every day like three autumns. I miss my brother very much. It's hard to wait for you to come back. Why do you leave when you see me?"

Gu Peiyuan turned around, and smiled lazily: "I'm afraid that if I look at my junior one more time, I will lose my army, and then my junior will take something away. After all, no matter how beautiful the peony is, the wave that died drunk under the flowers Customers always have to pay a price.”

"Senior brother really likes to joke." Li Wansheng jumped down and walked up to him in a graceful posture, caressing the lapel of Gu Peiyuan's clothes with her white and tender fingers: "If senior brother is willing to double cultivate with me and improve together, there is no price."

Gu Peiyuan grabbed his hand away, and leaned over to the face of the young beauty: "Then why are you sucking me up?"

A short distance away, the two saw great ambitions in each other's eyes at the same time.

Li Wansheng said angrily, "Maybe it's because of my exhaustion that I died."

"Brother should be clear." Gu Peiyuan's eyes were soft and his voice was softer: "Brother, I only love beauties. You are not qualified to sleep on my bed."

The merciless harsh words finally made Li Wansheng stop smiling. He stepped back half a step, stood up straight and said, "What did Master say to you?"

Gu Peiyuan: "No comment."

Li Wansheng tilted her head, and resumed her coquettish tone: "After that, I got entrusted by Master, and I didn't tell my brother."

Gu Peiyuan laughed.

His younger brother, who is young and has a big appetite, wants to challenge his position in the Hehuan Sect.

Gu Peiyuan doesn't necessarily like power that much, and he doesn't necessarily like secret treasures so much. The glory and scenery of commanding thousands of people and responding to all five domains doesn't attract him much.

But he likes to fight and fight. Since someone values ​​it so much, it's okay to grab it.

The old god Gu Peiyuan is here: "When the junior brother catches up with me one day, the senior brother will come to beg you, okay?"

When Li Wansheng saw that he was trying to ridicule him, he felt unhappy, and his words were like a knife's edge, and he stabbed at his senior brother: "I really want to know, if a person like senior brother has to choose between love and interests, what would he be?" What's the situation?"

"Let me guess, I'm afraid..." The boy pretended to pause and winked at the person, "Is it still a benefit?"

Gu Peiyuan's right hand on the sleeve hurt like a needle prick.

The injury has obviously recovered, but it still hurts faintly.It came suddenly and without reason.

Li Wansheng: "It's just that I don't know after the incident, brother...will you regret it?"

Gu Peiyuan's eyes fluttered, but his flaws were only revealed for a moment, and then he returned to nature.So much so that Li Wansheng thought he was wrong.

Facing the young wolf's provocation, Gu Peiyuan bent his eyes and smiled slowly.

"My good junior," he pinched Li Wansheng's jaw and raised it slightly: "You must live long enough to see that day."