Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Xianjun suddenly became dumb.

"Yan Chicheng?" The stone clearly became more and more curious the more it was concealed, and its hands waved back and forth in front of Xianjun.

"Forget it." Xianjun said, "It's not round."

As he spoke, he threw a thin book in his arms into the brook.

"I bought the Eighteen Forms of Longyang with a lot of money!" Xie Qiushi yelled at the rapids.

After a long time, he suddenly came to his senses and stared at Yan Chicheng: "Couldn't consummating the house just do the things on the painting..."

Xianjun patted his forehead, smiled and said nothing.

"Really?" Xie Qiushi blushed, "That can really be done..."

Yan Chicheng turned his head away and ignored him.

"It can't be done!" Xie Qiushi walked around in front of him and sat upright, looking him up and down, as if confirming something, "Isn't it possible?"

"Xie Qiushi." Yan Chicheng said, "Since you don't understand anything, forget it."

Master Xie still didn't know how to praise, his eyes rolled around, but he said with certainty: "It can't be done, at least you can't do it."

Yan Chicheng's complexion suddenly sank, and his gaze swept across him.

Xie Qiushi felt a chill running down his back and shrank his shoulders.

Yan Chicheng grabbed a strand of his hair and pulled it lightly. After a while, the corners of his lips tugged slightly, and he spoke decisively, saying:

"It can be done."

The weather in summer is changeable, and the sky is still clear one moment, and it will be torrential rain the next.

The two people on the bamboo raft were caught off guard and turned into drowned chickens, and the "consummated house" matter naturally came to an end.

They landed in Jiangzhou, instead of entering the city, they went to a small courtyard in the suburbs.

The small courtyard seemed to have been neglected for a hundred years. Weeds were overgrown, thistles were everywhere, and the grass was withered in the wind and rain, and the shadows were swaying. From a distance, it looked like a ghost.

Xie Qiushi coughed lightly, wandered around under the eaves, but refused to enter.

Xianjun said: "If you don't go in, it's time for thunder."

Xie Qiushi walked into the room with a "shua".

Unexpectedly, the house was clean and tidy. Apparently someone sweeps it from time to time. Xie Qiushi moved his nose and smelled a scent of incense. He asked, "Has anyone burned incense here?"

"Master, behind this house is the Xianjun Temple."

An old voice sounded, Xie Qiushi was taken aback, turned around and saw an old butler in former court dress, he frowned, looked down, and saw that the butler was empty below his knees.

Xie Qiushi scrambled and crawled to hide behind Yan Chicheng.

"For the past 100 years, the temple of our Xianjun has been burning with incense." The old housekeeper seemed not to see his reaction, and just said in a whisper, "This is also because it is the former residence of the Xianjun. For a hundred years, although it has been dilapidated, no one has set foot there. show respect..."

"Ling Guanshi." Yan Chicheng suddenly said, "Get some hot water."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the dazed old butler seemed to have fallen into a ghost, sobered up, even said yes, turned around and left.

"What's that?" Xie Qiushi asked softly, "Why doesn't he have legs?"

"Guan Ling is half-human, half-ghost," Yan Chicheng said.

"The way of ghosts?" Xie Qiushi wondered, "Shouldn't the way of ghosts die?"

"Where there is light, shadows grow." Xianjun said lightly, "Don't worry about it."

"Why would I care?" Xie Qiushi pouted, "By the way, since you have a former residence in this world...you used to live here?"

Xianjun was startled, and nodded slowly.

"How is it?" Xie Qiushi looked at him expectantly, "How is this place?"

"I don't know." Xianjun said, "Xie Qiushi, the hot water is here, go and have a good soak."

Xie Qiushi was stuffed with "don't worry about it" and "I don't know" from Xianjun's mouthful. He held his breath in his throat. Spit it out, and he didn't let out a long breath until he stepped out of the bathtub, and stretched himself.

He stepped on the icy ground with bare feet, his underwear was loosely covered, the front was wide open, and the belt was in a mess.Because of his lazy and sluggish steps, every time he took a step, the hair in his wet robe would shake, leaving water stains all over the floor.

Behind the screen, the candlelight was dim, and Xianjun seemed to have gone to bed.

"Yan Chicheng?" Xie Qiushi said "Huh", walked around behind the screen, and teased, "Do you need to sleep even if the golden gun is not down..."

He stopped abruptly after speaking halfway.

He stared blankly at Yan Chicheng, and saw Xianjun sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg propped up, his left hand resting on his raised knee, and a bottle of "Jade Fat Medicine" that had been unsealed was spinning in his right hand.

Xianjun didn't wear a bottom shirt, but just put on a black outer robe, which was not carefully dressed, only half of his body was covered slightly.

The jade crown was thrown aside in a mess, his eyes were slightly lowered, and one eye was only lifted up when he saw Sect Master Xie. It was still dotted with cold stars, but it was more and more unable to suppress the faint green light inside.

"Yan Chicheng, you..."

"Xie Qiushi, come here." Xianjun smiled slightly, stretched out his hand towards Master Xie, raised his eyebrows, his voice was steady, but his breathing was faster than usual, "I'll teach you how to 'do it'."

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