Heaven and earth float day and night

Le'an City White Mansion.

Zhang Nu planted a flower garden in the backyard, he took care of it at first, and then Su Jiu came back to take care of it.

Su Jiugui has vines on his body, so he is naturally close to flowers, plants and trees, and he doesn't use magic skills. He composts and shovels the soil by himself.

Zhang Nu watched from the side, the former Yunji Immortal Venerable had dirt on his hands.

After Su Jiugui woke up, he didn't do anything. He only did two things a day, taking care of the flower garden and teaching the cotton essence in the courtyard.

Su Jiugui sat on the wicker chair with flower trellis, in front of him was a group of short cotton spirits.

Cotton spirits were originally used to take care of the courtyard of the house, and they were slaves doing rough work. This was the first time someone had to give them lectures.

The little Mianhuajing gathered together, holding a small shovel in their hands, listening to Su Jiugui curiously.

What is said about the circulation of dantian, how to cultivate demons, the difference in cultivation between human race and demon race, and how everything in the world works.

Zhubai felt warm when watching this scene for the first time, but later it didn’t feel warm, and it tasted a bit weird.

Su Jiugui is a demon that comes out once in a thousand years. He gives lectures to people because he is afraid that one day his family's cotton spirits will collectively turn into some evil thing and destroy the world.

Su Jiugui was lecturing, and Zhubai was just listening in, afraid that he would teach something that shouldn't be taught.

Zhang Nu was also standing beside him tremblingly. The little cotton essence fell from his old cotton. Sometimes Zhubai always looked at him with an inexplicable look, which made Zhang Nu feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

After Su Jiugui's lecture, some little cotton spirits would come over. They grabbed the hem of Su Jiugui's robe and used their strength to climb up, from the hem to the girdle, and dragged the girdle to Su Jiugui's shoulder.

Then he whispered something in Su Jiugui's ear.

After finishing speaking, the little cotton spirit fluttered down, and then continued to work with a small shovel.

Su Jiugui would write with a pen and write very seriously, as if he had learned something from Mian Mianjing.

Zhubai couldn't figure it out, what can Little Cotton Spirit teach Su Jiugui?

"What are you writing?" Zhu Bai asked.

Su Jiugui didn't hide it, and didn't stop writing, asking, "Do you want to see it?"

Chassis: "Don't look at it."

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to sleep at night after reading it. Before Su Jiugui died, he was also reading the book in Gui Lang Zhong, and he didn't have much interest in it.

Zhubai's heart is extremely big, Su Jiugui didn't take the initiative to tell him, and he didn't really want to know.

After Su Jiugui finished writing, he closed the booklet, looked up at Zhubai, who was leaning against the pergola, and yawned lazily, looking not very energetic.

Zhubai lost his temper with him, and the two of them have been separated for a month, and they haven't met anyone, so Zhubai doesn't talk about it.

Su Jiugui wanted to see what happened to his dragon, but as soon as he stood up, Zhubai immediately took half a step back.

Su Jiugui felt helpless, "Are you still angry?"

The last time I lied to him, it's been a month since he was coaxed, but he still hasn't recovered, his energy is getting worse and worse, and he's sleeping more and more.

"Are you sick?" Su Jiugui asked.

Zhubai: "Demon dragons don't get sick."

I don't know if this is true or not, Zhubai is the only dragon, and there are very few records about the magic dragon.

Su Jiugui: "I squeezed you dry?"

By white: "..."

"I...can you stop saying anything?" Zhubai almost bit off his tongue, "I'm not that hypocritical!"

Su Jiugui glanced at him, but obviously didn't say a word, as if questioning him.

Zhubai's ears turned red, "Really!"

Su Jiugui: "Okay."

By white: "..."

He didn't know how to prove himself.

"I'm leaving." Zhubai continued to talk to him, all the cotton spirits knew that he was not good at it.

Zhubai didn't stop Su Jiugui from leaving, he left in a hurry, almost fleeing from this place.

Zhang Nu: "I have never seen His Highness like this."

Zhang Nu has been with Zhubai for a long time, and has seen all kinds of Zhubai, but he has never seen this style.

Zhang Nu said: "Your Highness is really not in good spirits recently. I was reading the book that day, and when I looked back, he fell asleep."

Even Zhang Nu can tell that Zhubai has been getting weaker and weaker recently.

"Show me his notes in the future." Su Jiugui said.

Zhubai is the lord of the city, and he needs to deal with the affairs in the city. After the Chaos of the Devouring Yuan, the world is not peaceful, and the things in the city are heavy.

Zhang Nu nodded, thinking that you are a family, and it will be the same for everyone.

It's just that he was thinking again, his highness is really weak, he can't do it on the bed, and he can't do it under the bed.

Su Jiugui walked to the pergola where Zhubai had just been, and Zhang Nu only saw him bend down to pick up something.

The thing glowed faintly and smelled like a dragon.

dragon scales.

Unlike what Zhubai gave to Su Jiugui, what he gave to himself was harder than a piece of iron, and mortal iron could not hurt him at all, otherwise it would not become Su Jiugui's armor.

With a slight force with two fingers, he actually broke the dragon scale in half.

Su Jiugui didn't use spiritual power at all, he used the most common strength, and the dragon scale broke.

When Zhang Nu saw it, he thought he was wrong. He knew what his highness's scales looked like.

Su Jiugui looked a little cold, and asked, "Where does Zhubai live recently?"

Zhang Nu groaned, and finally realized, "There is a door in the back garden, His Highness disappears after walking in every day."

This door has a unique hole, it is different from the door of mortals, the figure is submerged in it, there should be a formation behind it.

Zhang Nu said: "But I know there are restrictions inside."

Prohibition?Su Jiugui remembered that Zhubai had prepared a room filled with layers of restrictions to imprison Su Jiugui.

After he moved into the White House, he didn't ask where this room was.

What are you doing shutting yourself in a room full of restrictions?

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There is an arched door in the backyard. Su Jiugui has never been here before. The flowers and plants in front of the door are all withered. The cotton spirits in the courtyard can sense spiritual power and walk around the door.

The arched gate looks like the other gates, and the other side of the gate also looks like a small garden.

Su Jiugui's hand was placed on top of it, as if touching the surface of the water. When ripples appeared, it broke the magic of the illusion.

He stepped into the door, and felt a gloomy chill as soon as he landed.

Everywhere is...frozen.

This courtyard was originally used to imprison Su Jiugui. It looks like an ordinary small courtyard with a flower garden.

At this time, it was as if winter had suddenly entered overnight, and all the spiritual plants in the courtyard were withered, with transparent ice shells hanging on them.

It was noon outside when I came in, and there was only night in this courtyard. Looking up, the dome was pitch black, not just pure black.

Instead, something is spinning and climbing, as if endless demonic energy is entrenched above the head.

Su Jiugui is a sword spirit, and his spirit body is innately sensitive to spiritual power, and this devilish energy almost overwhelms him.

This is Zhubai's forbidden area, as soon as he entered, a thin and narrow slit opened in the sky, like Zhubai's golden pupils lazily opened a slit, looking at the person coming.

Su Jiugui took a deep breath and exhaled a mouthful of white mist. When the mist was steaming, he suppressed the fear.

Chasing white in the room.

There are inscriptions in the house, and a string of black inscriptions hangs in the air.

The inscription became brighter and brighter, forming a patch of small characters in the air, as if a monk who loved to write poetry had filled the entire wall.

A few black dragon scales were scattered on the ground, which shattered like dead leaves.

The gauze curtain swayed with the wind, like a swaying willow tree, and behind layers of overlapping inscriptions was a bed.

Looking back through the gauze curtain, I could only vaguely see a section of the dragon's tail, which was quickly swept away with a flick of the dragon's tail.

The dragon shape is revealed by white.

The dragon's body was entangled, and the scales made slight noises when they rubbed against each other. I don't know how big the dragon is now. Su Jiugui could only see one horn at a glance, and he couldn't even tell where the head and tail were.

"Zhubai?" Su Jiugui called him softly.

But there was no response, only rustling.

Like the sound of hundreds of trees shouting in unison at the bottom of the Heishui River in Guangling City.

This place is simply too weird. It stands to reason that Su Jiugui should leave immediately, but not only did he not leave, he walked towards the bed curtain instead.

"Zhu..." He didn't even call out his full name, and was swept away by the dragon's tail, engulfed in the dragon's body, and fell into a whirlpool.

The dragon scales were no longer as cold as before, but were actually hot, as if the body was burning.

When rubbing against it, one or two dragon scales fell off and landed on Su Jiugui's neck.

Soft, fragile dragon scales.

Su Jiugui didn't even struggle, and he wasn't afraid of being hanged, he just stretched out his hand to touch his body, twisted into a ball and flinched.

Then he opened his tiny scales, like hair shedding, and fell into Su Jiugui's hands.

"Zhubai?" Su Jiugui is now sure that Zhubai is not good.

After the dragon scales faded, leaving behind a soft dragon body, he had removed his armor.

Zhubai didn't respond to him at all, and Su Jiugui couldn't even find where he was. The courtyard was filled with demon energy, and the house suddenly blew up, making the inscriptions and incantations sway like wind chimes.

Su Jiugui originally wanted to force Zhubai to appear, but he didn't do anything cruel. He paused for a moment, and called him softly, "Zhubai."

He called him over and over again, dozens of times, until the dragon's tail wrapped around him became looser and looser.

The dragon was moving, and now it opened softly and obediently, revealing the person inside.

Su Jiugui frowned when he saw it. Behind Zhubai was the body of the dragon, surrounded by pitch-black dragons, as if lying in a snake den.

This scene was a bit weird, he didn't even care about it, Zhu Bai curled up, his forehead was covered with sweat, and half of his hair was already gray.

Maybe because he recognized Su Jiugui, he didn't refuse to touch her, and his golden pupils were so pale that they turned white.

Su Jiugui hugged him carefully.

As soon as Su Jiugui met someone, the dragon body surged behind him, and it slowly closed like a nest, trapping the two of them in it.

There are hundreds of people in Zhubai's body, these dragons are not Zhubai's body at all, the real Zhubai lies in the dragon.

Zhubai was wearing a white undershirt, his back was already wet, his eyes were dull, and he curled up even tighter after meeting Su Jiugui.

"What are you doing here?" The voice sounded unhappy.

Of course, he was not very happy. Monsters who like to build nests don't like being broken into by people, but Su Jiugui and him are dual cultivators, and they are full of Zhubai's aura. If Zhubai himself doesn't recognize it, those dragons will too.

Su Jiugui picked up Zhubai and asked, "Are you scaling back?"

Snakes can shed their skin, and so can dragons. Chasing White used to be a white dragon, but now it is a black dragon. Do you want to change your scales?

Zhubai leaned on his waist and said in a muffled voice: "It should be."

It was Su Jiugui's first time to raise a dragon, and it was also his first time to be a dragon, so he knew that he would retreat.

Su Jiugui asked, "How long will it take?"

Zhubai didn't want Su Jiugui to see him like this, so he answered very impatiently, "I don't know."

Zhubai has been avoiding him for the past two days, so he was changing his scales.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Su Jiugui asked, not trusting him?

Zhubai paused and said, "It's not very pretty."

Su Jiugui: "..."

This dragon is like a peacock, he wants to be beautiful everywhere, and he doesn't want his lover to see his ugly appearance.

Now half of his body is black and half is white, Su Jiugui can't even guess what color he will be next, maybe all the whites he saw these two days are Shi's blindfold.

No wonder she slept in a separate room with him. Once she slept next to her, she would soon reveal her secrets.

Slowly remove the armor when retreating scales, extremely weak, and will fall asleep while reading the scriptures, even more insecure.

Su Jiugui was a little angry for the first time, why did he act so recklessly, no one protected him, he was afraid that the little dragon would kill him.

"Don't be afraid," Su Jiugui tried not to get angry, put his arms around him, let him rest on his knees, "I will accompany you."

If it takes a month to change, Su Jiugui can protect him here.

Ask blankly: "Do you think I'm boring?"

Su Jiugui patted him on the back, "Not tired."

"Oh." Zhubai responded shallowly.

Su Jiugui patted him, Zhubai obviously didn't say a word, but he always felt that the dragon was not happy.

Zhubai has no sense of security, he is always tiresome and needs Su Jiugui to tell him over and over again.

There is nothing romantic about such a weird place, Su Jiugui wanted to coax him.

Su Jiugui clung to his ear and said softly, "Did you see what I was writing?"

Chabai: "I see."

Su Jiugui said, "I wrote a lot."

Zhubai didn't have much interest, and it's not unusual for Su Jiugui to ruin the world. Zhubai guessed that he might be writing some kind of insider's mind, or some biography.

He asked, "What?"

Su Jiugui: "The first one, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, you have to go to the Lantern Festival with Long."

Su Jiugui's voice sounded very steady, and now he was smiling a little, as if he was reciting some very serious Taoist spells.

Zhubai blinked, but didn't react at all.

Su Jiugui said: "The second thing is to watch the sunrise in autumn, hide in winter, and have a heater at home, but don't overheat it, so as not to catch fire."

Zhubai smiled, "What mess?"

Su Jiugui said, "Little cotton spirit told me."

"I asked them how they should talk about the relationship, and they would come and tell me every day when they thought about it."

It turned out to be this, Su Jiugui said before that he owed him a lot, that he hadn't taken him to a secret place, and hadn't taken him to see the sunrise and sunset.

Su Jiugui had never been a mortal for a few days. When he was in Sujia Village, everyone was exhausted, and romance was extremely extravagant.

He has never seen a real fairy couple, and he doesn't know how ordinary monsters fall in love, so he asked Cotton Fairy.

Cotton spirits multiply every spring. When they are resting, they will hold hands and sit under the eaves, and two cotton spirits will share a seed.

Su Jiugui saw it once, and felt that Mianhuajing was very understanding.

Every day Su Jiugui sat under the pergola, and the little cotton spirits in the house climbed up to his ears one by one, as if telling a big secret solemnly.

They told Su Jiugui how ordinary monsters should talk about love, but they are cotton.

Cotton grows in autumn, so watching the sunrise in autumn is the most beautiful time.

When the winter is too cold, a fire should be lit at home, but it should not be too warm, so as not to burn the cotton.

Their favorite festival in the world is the Lantern Festival, because there is a lantern festival at that time, and the whole Le'an City is the most lively.

Su Jiugui: "Wrote thousands of articles."

Cotton Essence talked about everything in detail, everything.

Zhubai was speechless for a moment, he didn't know what expression to put on, it was the first time he knew that his master would do such a thing, Su Jiugui was really self-cultivated, he was not ashamed to ask, and asked questions all over Mian Mian's head.

At this moment, he recalled that Su Jiugui was writing with a pen, and there was a small cotton spirit on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, and this became very warm.

Zhubai asked uncertainly, "Are you trying to please me?"

Su Jiugui: "Otherwise?"

Su Bai was stunned, Su Jiugui spoke very frankly, he talked too directly, often people reacted.

He is really trying to make himself happy, he has the ability to destroy the world, and also has the ability to save the world, and now he is willing to separate his mind and carefully consider what Zhubai likes.

Zhubai often feels that he is a pastime for Su Jiugui, Su Jiugui wants to comfort him over and over again, and give him over and over again, after everything fades away, Zhubai still feels empty.

It seems that Su Jiugui can leave easily, without even a moment's nostalgia.

It seems to feel different now.

Su Jiugui: "It's okay if you don't like it."

A dragon and a sword spirit, living a life according to Cotton Essence's instructions, does not sound very special.

Zhubai said: "I like it."

I like it, I like doing everything.

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感谢在2022-05-1810:41:12~2022-05-1917:25:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: and the first one is drunk;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of maruko, Val□□; 10 bottles of Yunzai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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