After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao gave a nonchalant smile, his loose eyes caught Yun Jian's outline, and settled on his lips calmly.

"With so much foreshadowing, this is what you want to talk about in the end?" He asked softly.

The face of Bingpituanzi in front of her suddenly turned red, her gaze wandered for a moment, and then she quietly lowered her eyes as if admitting her mistake: "...um."

There is still a face, well, it seems that this face is getting thicker and thicker.

Sheng Huaizhao stood on the spot, silent without saying a word, the surrounding was so quiet that Yun Jian couldn't calm down, and after a long while he seemed to give in and let go of his mouth: "If you don't want to, ten times is also fine."

"Is this a matter of frequency?" Sheng Huaizhao walked up to him slowly, the person in front of him was half a head taller than him, and when he looked up slightly, he lost all momentum.

Huai Zhao was clearly questioning, but when he turned his face up to greet him, Yun Jian only saw those lips.

He had kissed her before, so he naturally knew the soft touch.

...and very sweet.

Sensing his unobstructed gaze, Sheng Huaizhao rolled his lips and chuckled viciously, and moved closer to him: "□Xunxin."

Xiaokubao's face flushed suddenly, he looked at the person in front of him slowly, and answered in a muffled voice as if he was willing to be beaten and admit his mistake.

However, Sheng Huaizhao leaned close to his cheek and kissed him lightly, the touch was like a touch of water, and before he could react, the distance had returned to the original point.

Yun Jian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of deep black pupils slowly opened.

"Ten kisses are not allowed." Sheng Huaizhao replied, then turned and walked towards the side hall.

Yun Jian bluntly raised his hand to touch his side face lightly, only felt that the place where he had kissed before seemed to be faintly hot, which made his heart turbulent.

One time for ten times is obviously a loss-making business, but he actually feels willing.

In the end, Sheng Huaizhao stayed in the side hall to rest. After washing, he lazily lay on the bed. He didn't sleep well during this time. This body was made by him, and he didn't know when it would collapse.

As soon as he lay down, he saw the little crying bag standing beside the bed with his hands tied, obviously wanting to go to bed and waiting for his permission.

If it were to be placed when he was studying at school, this would probably be the legendary trick. He clearly knew that he couldn't stop him, but he still pretended to be obedient and waited for his permission.

It seems that if he doesn't agree, he really won't get close.

Sheng Huaizhao patted his side lightly: "Come on."

Yun Jian was like a puppy unshackled, slowly leaning towards his side, and asked pitifully, "Huai Zhao, can I hug you?"

They are husband and wife, so it stands to reason that there is no need to ask more about these intimacy, but after knowing that he has another personality, Yun Jian became cautious and asked his permission for every word and deed, otherwise it would be like I did something bad myself.

"If you do this again, then you don't have to ask anymore, no." He closed his eyes, yawned lightly, and lay sleepily on his side beside the pillow.

Yun Jian stared blankly at him for a long while, then realized that it was a promise, and hurriedly leaned over to get behind him, and raised his hand to lightly wrap his arms around the waist that was facing away from him.

The hands fell gently along the waistline, as if they hadn't found a suitable position for a long time, rubbing against Sheng Huaizhao a little itchy.

"Can't hug someone anymore?" He said softly.

"Yes, yes." Yun Jian hugged him tightly, and slowly pressed his face against his back.

After the two of them soaked in the Lingquan, they had the same light fragrance on their bodies, lingering in their hair, as if they were inseparably intertwined.

If it were before, Yun Jian would probably be full of heart, after all, as long as he hugged him, it would be like having a complete Sheng Huaizhao.

But now he is not confident anymore. After counting all the things he has experienced before, he realizes that Huai Zhao has never said to him affectionately: "I like you."

Realizing this, he seemed to step on the ground suddenly, and fell into a strong sense of unease.

"Huai Zhao, you said earlier that you would not abandon me, right?"

Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyelashes lightly, only then did he realize that this sentence was Yun Jian's painful begging when the Gu poison broke out.

At that time he agreed.

But that was just a momentary response to calm down the little crying bag, and now when he asked clearly, he couldn't admit it.

The hand resting on the waist tightened three points, Sheng Huaizhao felt his strong sense of uneasiness.

"I know you were coaxing me back then." Yun Jian whispered, "You just don't want to make me hurt that much."

The voice was light and soft, as if restraining his strong emotions: "Huai Zhao, you are so kind."

Sheng Huaizhao's hand clasped his wrist, and his slender fingers gathered together and pressed against his wrist.

Yun Jian was thrown to lie on the bed by him in an instant, the white gauze fluttered lightly, and when he regained consciousness, the person in front of him had moved from his side to his eyes.

"Why are you so troublesome." Sheng Huaizhao frowned impatiently, the light of the night pearl caught the edge of his hair, and his outline seemed to be trapped in the dim light between the bed curtains.

Yun Jian's heart felt like falling into the deep sea, and the boundless cold quickly spread and entangled, so cold that it made him ache.

trouble……

But the next sentence made him freeze in place before he had time to savor the heartbreak.

"If I could abandon you, I would have left you by the side of the road a long time ago, and how can I give you so many opportunities to do my best?"

Sheng Huaizhao was condescending, with a cold expression on his face.

It was clear on his face that "if you don't accept it, let's fight", but the words pulled Yun Jian's aching heart back out of the water.

"I'm torturing myself like this to look like I have nothing to do?"

The watery light in Xiaokubao's eyes flickered for a moment, and he quickly hugged him. The ending of the word is the joy of regaining and losing: "Huai Zhao."

My Huai Zhao.

Sheng Huaizhao let him hug him, thinking that he knew that the person in front of him could not be coaxed with a few words or a kiss.

He whispered: "Keep an inch, you are more patient than anyone else."

Yun Jian immediately asked, "Can I be more patient than the other me?"

Sheng Huaizhao: "..."

Still eloquent, right?

The panic of stepping into the air was swept away, and Yun Jian followed his hand to hold her and slowly clasped his knuckles tightly.

"Then you, do you like me or him?"

Sheng Huaizhao didn't expect to go round and round, and the problem still came back here.

If you don't know about this little trouble, you don't want to give up.

"I will only answer this question once." He leaned over and looked into Yun Jian's eyes, "You and him are one person."

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he and Wan Wusheng went back to Yun Jian's memory, the little crying bag or the iceberg are actually different reactions he showed when facing the environment in different periods.

He was doted on when he was a child, so he is naturally a clingy and cute ice and snow dumpling who can't bear the slightest grievance.

After growing up and going through hardships, who will not go to the end and become a taciturn iceberg?

Although Sheng Huaizhao didn't want to admit it, since peeking into that scarred memory, he couldn't completely separate the two personalities.

When he speaks harshly to Bingshan, he always thinks of his childhood pain and shakes, and when coaxing Little Crying Bag...and hopes that he will become indifferent and strong when he regains his memory.

"The two gods and souls have tormented me enough, I don't want to trouble you, if you continue like this for the rest of your life..." He slowed down his voice, and seemed to be a little hesitant, but in the end he was determined, "I don't like any of them. .”

Yun Jian is not those demon cultivators who went mad and gave birth to two souls, one good and one evil, he is a split personality from his original integrity.

The fusion of spirit and soul is not 1+1 equal to 2, +, returning to completeness.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't bother to explain to him, he just pinched his soft face and said threateningly, "Do you understand?"

Yun Jian blinked unresponsively, and only then did he grasp the key point of what he just said.

All his life, he had been divided, and he didn't like any of them.

So that means, you like it now?Whichever it is, I like it.

Sheng Huaizhao originally thought that he had finally calmed down, turned around and wanted to sleep soundly, but the person behind him hugged him.

"Huai Zhao, I like you too."

What kind of brain circuit is this person?

Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes, suppressed his discomfort, and pretended to be indifferent: "...Oh."

The people behind seemed eager to express their feelings, and said: "I like it no matter whether the spirit and soul are in harmony."

"..."

Let's get along sooner.

Yuan Xing Gong

In Jiuchongtian, Huai Yujian's slender fingers landed on the wooden table, and the faint fragrance of Wenhun tea melted in the air, making people feel refreshed and comfortable.

The sound transmission jade slip stopped in front of my eyes, waiting to be opened urgently.

This was sent back by the disciple who thoroughly investigated the matter of Ganci Temple. Based on his eagerness, Lord Huai Yujian knew the truth of the matter.

"Sword Lord, after receiving the order, the disciple rushed to Ganci Temple overnight, but when he arrived, the place was not destroyed, but was razed to the ground."

Whether it's old temples or Buddha statues, everything is reduced to dust, shrouded in turbid demonic energy.

The disciple visited many places, and only then did he find out some relevant news from the small mountain village closest to Ganci Temple.

I heard that there was a fire at Yeganci Temple, and the abbot and monks in the mountain were busy fighting the fire in the middle of the night, but they still couldn't save it in the end.

The people living in the mountain village have always been cared for by the Ganci Temple. After learning about the fire, they spontaneously took them up the mountain to see if they could help, but they saw blood everywhere.

It turns out that Ganci Temple did not catch fire by accident, but was targeted by Moxiu.

The villagers were trembling, and it took a long time before they dared to go up to see it again, but there was nothing left on the top of the mountain, as if the entire Ganci Temple never existed.

But the disciple returned to the mountain and searched for a long time in the place haunted by the demonic energy, and finally found the remaining sword marks on a dead tree at the foot of the mountain.

"I don't practice swords, but I can feel the murderous intent of the sword. But I don't have much experience, and I really don't understand the mystery, so I pass the dead wood and jade slips to the sword master."

Huai Yu Jianjun put down the jade slip, looked at the dead wood bound by the restriction floating in front of his eyes, and waved his finger.

The restriction was broken, and the resentful sword intent infected Jiuchongtian's aura, like a cloud of filth staining a white cloth.

Huai Yu concentrated for a moment, raised his finger slightly, and the evil spirit was instantly dispelled.

He raised his finger and lightly landed on the engraving, and frowned.

"...Sword cultivator?"

What a swordsman needs most is a pure sword heart and perseverance.

This statement sounds simple, but it is quite difficult to actually do it.People with bad swordsmanship, no matter how long they have practiced, are just squandering their weapons, and they will never be able to use half of their sword intent, while those who can really use their swords to ask questions rely on "rather being righteous and not enough, not being evil and having more than enough." "①.

Sword cultivators have always preferred to bend rather than bend, and there are very few people who enter the Tao with demons, and those who enter the Tao will soon be backlashed by the impure heart of the sword, completely mad and unable to hold the sword.

He found Hong Zhentian, the first sword cultivator related to demons he encountered since he became a sword fairy, and only Yun Jian.

What this dead wood shows... is Yun Jian related to the disappearance of Ganci Temple?

The Sword Lord clasped his hands and tightened them, the dead wood turned into powder and scattered away.

"Master." Outside the door, Xie Jinyi came slowly.

"Have you found out about Mian'an?" Jianjun asked.

The matter of Mian'an is not simple. He thinks that the black-robed demon cultivator may have planned it long ago. Jiang Chenxian thoroughly investigated the source of the human skin according to the order of Huai Yujianjun, and found that the demon cultivator had already planned it as early as last year. Contact with the Jiang family.

"At that time, Chenxian stayed behind closed doors, and it was rumored that he had a heart demon. Not long after, someone revealed to Mrs. Jiang that there was an instrument cultivator who was proficient in refining elixir, especially for long-standing heart diseases such as heart demons. .”

Although it sounds absurd, Jiang Chenxian has been self-enclosed for many years because of his sister's falling into the devil's realm. Mrs. Jiang has already lost one child, so naturally she can't just sit and watch another child die in depression.

That Qixiu was full of tricks, concealed his identity and turned into a kind-looking old man with long beards. When talking about this matter with Mrs. Jiang, he still shed tears and expressed his trust.

At that time, Xie Jinyi was still in retreat in Yuanxing Palace, and Sect Master Jiang was not around all year round, which made people take advantage of the loophole.

"The instrument cultivator who is proficient in refining pills is the demon cultivator of that day."

Taking advantage of Mrs. Jiang's eagerness to love her son, that person had a relationship with Jiang Chenxian, and offered the evil method of human skin painting under the pretext of buying medicine.

At that time, Jiang Chenxian was depressed all day long, and he only cared about his sister, so he dominated him with a few words.

"I heard that Qixiu had advised Chenxian to drink a decoction* many times, but at that time Chenxian thought that healing his mind was to forget Wanzhu, so he refused to drink it no matter what. Qixiu then offered a spice, saying that it could calm the mind and calm the mind. .And the disciple investigated the incense used in the Leya Palace last year... There is a material in it, which is similar to the poisonous insect taken from Shengcheng's body that day."

It's true that Jiang Chenxian was mentally fragile at the time, but he was a son of a respectable and upright family after all, so it was absurd to buy skins for personal reasons.

Therefore, Xie Jinyi conducted a thorough investigation for several days, and finally found the answer from the residue of the spices from three months ago.

There is a hallucinogenic toxin in the spice, which can disturb people's thoughts after inhalation, and it works together with Jiang Chenxian's inner obsession. When he looked at the human skin jade pillar, it was as if Jiang Wanzhu was really in front of him.

That's why he got stuck in the mud one after another and couldn't extricate himself.

"Is there any serious problem in the follow-up?"

"Perhaps not." Xie Jinyi replied. Later, when he came out of the Demon Realm, the doctor told him that Jiang Chenxian had been slightly poisoned, but he thought he was injured by the Blood Moon Spider while in the Demon Realm. Think deeply.

Huai Yu lowered his head and pondered: "In order to achieve his goal, this person will leave traces of Gu poison everywhere. If you follow this line, you should be able to find out his true face soon."

Xie Jinyi frowned: "But, is there really such a thing as a weapon that can make good use of Gu poison?"

"There is one. Mo Ren, the mighty one who died in the illusory state of Zhuoyuezong."

Xiaokubao slept with Sheng Huaizhao until dawn.

When he woke up the next day, Sheng Huaizhao originally wanted to grab Bingshan and settle the old debt with him in Lingquan, but Yun Jian, who opened his eyes, hugged him stickily, kissing and leaning softly Call: "Huai Zhao, good morning."

Personality has not been cut back.

Sheng Huaizhao thought that it was because the little crying bag was affected by the poison, so he fell asleep for a long time and let the other personality take advantage of the loopholes. He didn't expect that both of them had problems.

Each personality will stay longer than before.

Sheng Huaizhao didn't have time to think about it, and Zhan Ao knocked on the door, asking Mrs. Jiang to see her.

Yun Jian's sword was broken, Madam Jiang opened the door of the Mian'an weapon room, and let him and Sheng Huaizhao go in to pick out a hand-holding weapon.

"There are all kinds of knives, guns and sticks. It depends on which weapon you are good at, just take it."

As soon as Sheng Huaizhao entered the device room, the sea of ​​consciousness in the system woke up quietly: Host, your talisman was not picked from here.

In the original book, the Demon Lord's weapon is a magic knife called "Burning Heart". It was smelted and forged from ancient magic stones, and thousands of human lives were sacrificed to arouse its fierceness.

Sheng Huaizhao groaned, and asked back: In your opinion, with my current physique, if I went to find the magic knife and killed so many people to arouse its fierceness, would it be the first to swallow me when it attacked?

System: ...that's right.

With the host's current physique, let alone killing people, he might have to sacrifice himself first just for the step of forging the knife.

Yun Jian picked up a sword at random. The blade was slender and green, light enough to fit in his hand, so he didn't look at the others: "Let's just take this."

Mrs. Jiang is not very good at cultivation, she only knows that sword repairers are always picky about swords, and she is ready to choose hundreds of swords for Yun Jian: "Compared with ordinary swords, this sword is more powerful. Lighter ones are mostly used by beginners or women, so you really don’t need to change one?”

Yun Jian still remembered Mrs. Jiang's blind date with Sheng Huaizhao yesterday, and said calmly, "That's all."

Mrs. Jiang saw that his reaction was indifferent, so she didn't dare to say much. She turned her head and looked at Sheng Huaizhao with a smile: "How about you, Huaizhao? Are you satisfied?"

Sheng Huaizhao wanted to say no, just with his body, not to mention the sword, he could drop anything with his hands.

"Or how about this one?" Mrs. Jiang pulled out a light sleeve arrow and handed it to him, "This one doesn't require much strength or spirit injection. When there is danger, press it lightly, and the three sleeve arrows can be shot out."

Her spiritual energy is still shallow, her talent is limited, and it is difficult for her to practice to a certain level, so she usually wears a few small hidden weapons on her body.

Although for a monk, a hidden weapon that does not inject spirits or poison does not have much deterrent effect at all, but if it is to save life in a critical moment, it may be of help.

Sheng Huaizhao was lightly wrapped around his wrist. Although this hidden weapon was not classy, ​​it was exquisitely crafted, and it was as light as nothing attached to his wrist, without any foreign sensation at all.

"That's it, thank you Mrs. Jiang."

Coming out of the container room, Jiang Chenxian was at the door with a tired face: "Mother."

Mrs. Jiang's complexion changed slightly: "Why are you so tired? The seven sects are still making things difficult for you?"

Jiang Chenxian shook his head lightly, with Lord Huai Yujian present, the people sent by the seven major sects naturally did not dare to show face to him, but there was news from nowhere that he bowed his head to accept the crime that day to change the focus, Whether the Jiang family is covering up Moxiu has not yet been found out.

No matter how he explained that Peeling Moxiu was not in Mian'an City, there were always people who would not believe it, and refused to admit it unless they came in to see it in person.

He originally suspected that Xue Tingbai was fanning the flames, but that person was not among the seven sects.

Seeing that Jiang Chenxian was about to quarrel with a few disciples of some radical sects, the other sects who had not decided on their positions hurriedly dismissed it, saying that Mrs. Jiang had to come forward in person.

"Is this group of people looking for the truth, or are they making trouble?" Mrs. Jiang frowned.

Everyone knows that Jiang Wanzhu is Jiang's heart knot, and now her daughter has finally escaped from sleepiness, and has not shown any signs of waking up after sleeping for several days. How can she, a mother, leave half a step?

"Forget it, since they are so anxious, I'll go." Mrs. Jiang looked at Jiang Chenxian, "You take good care of him."

Sheng Huaizhao stood where he was, looking into the distance as if distracted.

If all the changes are for Yun Jian and him, then staying in Mian'an will lead to continuous troubles.

Jiang Chen could protect them for a while, but he couldn't protect them forever.

"Huai Zhao, what are you thinking?" The person behind approached gently, calling his name in a low voice, extremely gentle.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his head, looked at Yun Jian for a long while, and suddenly said: "If I remember correctly, you have lost your mirror a while ago, haven't you?"

Yun Jian nodded: "Yes."

Seeing his promise, Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and lightly poked the hilt of his sword at his waist: "Let me see if you can swing it twice?"

"Do you want to practice sword?" Jiang Chenxian asked casually, "There is a martial arts training ground in the back mountain, and there is a guarding formation set up there, so you can dance your sword with all your strength."

"If it's convenient, then bother."

The martial arts training field in the back mountain was the place where Xie Jinyi and Jiang Chenxian used to come often. At that time, both of them had an epiphany here. So far, Sect Master Jiang was overjoyed, so he invited people to repair and strengthen it, hoping that the two of them could grow up here.

It turned out that after so many years, Jiang Chenxian came here less and less often, and the sword marks left by Xie Jinyi in the formation had already covered his early years.

After losing Jiang Wanzhu, he came here to practice swords as if venting his anger, but found that it was already difficult for him to pour his aura into the sword, let alone leave sword marks like before.

The difference in talent cannot be made up for by hard work.

Standing on the sword watching platform, Sheng Huaizhao nodded towards Yunjian: "Go, I'll watch you here."

Jiang Chenxian was by the side, his thoughts from the past came back to his senses and settled in front of his eyes.

And when Yun Jian's sword intent surged, his hands resting on the railing suddenly clenched.

Although he had seen Yun Jian's extraordinary talent in the blood moon spider's body, the overlapping sword intent was like a shadow.

He knew that this person's sword style was sharp and beautiful, but he didn't expect that a little bit of real power could bring such crushing courage... The chilling sword intent scattered, and Jiang Chenxian was frightened for a moment, fearing that the guarding formation would not be able to hold the cloud. Admonish this sword.

After all, he still overestimated the mountain defense array, Yun Jian only held his sword, and before he could make a move, the edge of the martial arts platform under his feet suddenly shattered, and the huge circular platform split in two with the sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking.

Yun Jian frowned, retracted the sword into its sheath to recover the sword intent, leaned over to close it, and the split platform slowly returned to the cage.

The mountain guard formation he shattered was easily replaced.

Jiang Chenxian was stunned, but he saw that the young man who could split Mian'an's back mountain with one move jumped to Sheng Huaizhao's side.

"The sword is so blunt, I've cut my hand." Yun Jian raised his right hand, which had a faint bloody cut, feeling extremely wronged, "Huai Zhao, I'm in so much pain."

The author has something to say:

A mountain can be split in front of outsiders, but cotton can't be flicked in front of a wife.

①From "Zengguang Xianwen Part [-]"