When the devil

Wei Ling went all the way back with his muddy memory. At this time, the night was quiet and he didn't want to make too much noise. In desperation, he could only choose a place far away from his other courtyard. He staggered and walked unsteadily. He fell into the water with his temper.

For so many years, he has practiced quietly and never been contaminated by filthy things. What's more, when Cang Lin was there, such filthy emotions could not invade his body at all-but now?He was so embarrassed, so vulnerable, every inch of his body was so agitated, the agitation frightened him.

Regret was my own carelessness, and fell into the trap of Shen Feihuan's poisonous snake.

In the cold night, the pool was cold, he choked up several mouthfuls of water, scaring away a pool of koi, and finally covered the shore, and was tortured by the discomfort that filled his whole body, and he was about to go crazy.

He was going crazy, in order to suppress the discomfort all over his body, he gathered mana in his heart and struck towards his acupoints.

If he couldn't stop, he would rather lose all five senses.

Awakening came to his mind, he vaguely thought that if he let Xia Zhou know, he would definitely ridicule him, but after the acupoints were blocked, his body felt blunt, and the hand propped on the bank could no longer use his strength, and he slid back into the pool again.

The good news is, someone showed up just in time to get him out of the water.

The bad news is that the most embarrassing appearance will always be seen by the person you least want to see.

To be exact, Xia Zhou has been observing Wei Ling for a long time, since he rushed to the pond in a panic, turned into a drowned chicken, and then lay down on the bank like a stranded little goldfish, resisting for a long time. If he is left alone, he might really drown in the pool, and Xingshi Xia Zhou will catch him and temporarily seal his mana.

"A Ling, what are you doing? If you lose your five senses, you will be useless."

Wei Ling didn't want him to touch, Xia Zhou's body temperature was very hot, the more he touched it, the more frightened he was.

"let me go…"

He was about to cry, his voice was not as calm as usual.

Xia Zhou smiled softly: "You are going to drown in the fish pond, what a shame."

Fortunately, there were no other people in the courtyard in the middle of the night, otherwise this scene would not only be regarded as something in the eyes of others.

Unlike Wei Ling, Xia Zhou has been to Fengyue places in recent years. He was wondering why Wei Ling jumped into the lotus pond, and then realized that he was drugged.After thinking about it for a lifetime, he immediately regarded this as a lost opportunity, Xia Zhou hugged him horizontally, and went straight to his room.

The house in the other courtyard has a bathing pool paved with jade. The water is running water, which leads to the mountain hot spring. The water is clear and full of agarwood.

Xia Zhou threw Wei Ling in, and he himself went into the water with him.

"Don't come here..."

Wei Ling stepped back hastily as soon as he got into the water, Xia Zhou followed up and held him down, in a restrained posture.

"don't want…"

Wei Ling struggled desperately, the water waved his loose hair, soaking it like ink.

Xia Zhou licked his lips in a mischievous manner, and laughed at him: "You went to the lotus pond in the middle of the night to steal fish, and you smelled like fish, did you know that cats like fish and you deliberately seduced me?"

Wei Ling's eyes were completely red, and when he blinked, tears flowed out. He tried to defend himself: "I didn't...!"

But his voice was trembling and nasal, and he sounded so innocent.

A twilight shimmered in the pool, Xia Zhou touched Wei Ling's cheek, gently wiped away the tears with his warm fingertips, he approached cautiously, leading the water to ripple.

Wei Ling has already retreated to the corner, with nowhere to escape, and can only push with great difficulty to block the shadow from above.

"Xia Zhou... don't touch me..."

He was crying, his voice hoarse.

Xia Zhou didn't listen to him, he put one hand behind Wei Ling, and the other hand slid his cheek to his chin, picking up his bewildered pretty face.

"Don't touch where?"

That hand was so strong that Wei Ling could only raise her thin neck helplessly, looking at Xia Zhou's face in a state of distraction.

"Do you really think of yourself as a Zhenlie woman? After being the emperor's favor for so many years, he has never touched you?"

Xia Zhou's fingers were wet and rubbed against his lips. When he was about to poke in, Wei Ling bit that finger almost resignedly to resist, but his teeth were so soft that he couldn't bite hard, and the jaws were pried instead. Open, Xia Zhou pinched his tongue.

"Bite, keep biting."

The surrounding is very quiet, and the sound of the heartbeat is very loud.

Wei Ling seems to have had an illusion, and that illusion is more like a ruthless lock, trapping a heart in an endless madness.

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He blocked his five senses with emotion, even if Xia Zhou cracked it in time, Wei Ling still paid the price.

The drowsiness lasted for two full days. When he woke up, not only could he not hear clearly, but his vision was also blurred. Xia Zhouzhi disappeared after that day, and he never asked. He only arranged for Murong Chenhao to bring some medicine. Wei Ling didn't say a word about the absurdity of that night, and Murong Chenhao didn't ask, and drank the medicine obediently, and it seemed to others that nothing happened.

The remaining consciousness in his body was covered with thorns, he hid far away, didn't touch it, didn't think about it.

A few days later, my body basically recovered, and I was about to go out to breathe, but there were two bangs, the door was kicked open, and Mochi's sweaty face poked out from behind the screen, squinting and smiling: "Master, wake up!" La."

"Yeah." His face was cold and pale, and he habitually showed a warm smile.

Mo Chi came in and handed a letter and a post to Wei Ling: "Uncle Master said that he is too busy these days to entertain you well, and he plans to keep the wedding banquet tomorrow simple. I hope we can all go."

Wei Ling nodded. He came to Jinchuan for this reason, so he would not forget it. The post was an invitation, and the letter was Cheng Yingjie's recent situation, saying that the Guo family planned to report everything that happened on Liuli Mountain to Beijing. There will be a reaction soon. According to him, Jinchuan is no longer a place where he can stay for a long time, and he can only be careful in everything.

Wei Ling folded the letter and accepted it, and looked up at the ink pool. He was sweating profusely foolishly, and he didn't know what he was laughing at: "Why are you sweating all over?"

Mo Chi said happily: "Just now I practiced sword with Zi Wan'er for a while, and found the sword manual left by Immortal He Yu in Shuiyue Pavilion. I have already practiced two books."

"sharp."

"Hehe." Mochi loves to hear people's compliments the most, and he laughed so brightly that he was so sunny. After the joke was over, his little face sank again: "It's just that the five-fold sword spirit is too difficult. It's the first time I've seen someone who cut corners like this Sword manual."

Wei Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Actually, the five-fold sword spirit is not a special sword manual, it's more like a combination of senses and sword power under the premise of being proficient in swordsmanship. My adoptive father practiced Taoism in his early years, and Taoism is close to nature, which made his Most of the swordplay is done according to one's inclinations, you are born with a bright mind, and it is more suitable for the bottom of the real skill."

Mochi blinked, and said aggrievedly: "Master, do you think I can't practice the five-level sword spirit well?"

Wei Ling said: "You have a high level of comprehension, and you can practice." He wanted to say that cultivation base can be divided into good or bad, but think about his one-sided words, then smiled, and stood up: "I will guide you a little bit as a teacher. .”

When it comes to practicing kung fu, Mochi is excited. He and Wei Ling went to the courtyard, drew their swords, and practiced to Wei Ling his first understanding of the five-fold sword spirit.

At this time, it is the most splendid time of dusk, and the clouds after the clear sky recede are like the colorful satin cut from the heavenly palace, scattered in the soft light, and fall into the world of fragrance.

Mochi Wujian is clean and neat, and the sound of the sword shadow does not involve any impurities. Wei Ling only needs to say it once, and he can quickly understand that when a set of sword skills is over, this energetic young man puts his sword behind his back and stands upright. His figure was dyed with the afterglow of the setting sun, his smile was spotless, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Wei Ling said: "Although it is far from the first level of the five-level sword spirit, your swordsmanship just now can be regarded as a class of its own."

Mo Chi asked, "Is Master praising me or scolding me?"

Wei Ling said: "Of course it's an exaggeration. The essence of swordsmanship is inseparable from it, but it must remain unchanged to respond to all changes. Do whatever makes it convenient."

Mochi seemed to understand but half understood, but still seriously thought about what the master said, and after thinking about it, he seemed to come up with some tricks, so he raised his sword again and continued to practice.

Once this child practiced sword seriously, he would enter a state of superciliousness. Wei Ling consciously didn't want to disturb him, and quietly left the courtyard.

At this time, seeing a purple figure flashing past, Wei Ling searched the direction and looked around, and found that the person was Xia Zhou.

I don't know what the wind is blowing, but today he changed his usual dark attire, and changed into a dark purple tie-breasted coat and a light pink collared robe. gas.

Xia Zhou also saw him, and stopped with a smile on his face: "A Ling."

Wei Ling: "..."

Xia Zhou came over: "Are you feeling better?"

Listening to that intentionally ambiguous and deep voice, Wei Ling felt uncomfortable.

He didn't want the events of that night to disturb his mood. When Xia Zhou approached, he didn't hide or escape: "No problem. Where have you been these days?"

Xia Zhou thought for a while and replied casually, "Do something."

"what's up?"

"Why, it's only a one-night spring night, and you start to control your wife strictly?"

"..."

The two stared blankly for a while, Wei Ling said: "The word Chunxiao is wrong, it was my carelessness, I let you take advantage of the fire, Pavilion Master Xia don't have to take it to heart."

"How can you not take it to your heart?" Xia Zhou chuckled, seeing that Wei Ling's hair was covered with petals blown from the courtyard, he reached out to touch it: "I have endless aftertaste."

Wei Ling fends him off.

Xia Zhou didn't mind either, she held his hand and helped him take off the petals.

"A-Ling is good, don't be nervous." He was full of smiles: "It's not too late for me to do something when I'm free some other day."

After saying this, he continued to walk forward, as if guessing that Wei Ling would follow.

After the two of them left Huajiang Pavilion one by one, seeing Murong Chenhao waiting for someone in a carriage, Wei Ling looked at Xia Zhou beside him and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Xia Zhou said, "Let's go for a walk."

Murong Chenhao looked at the two of them for a while, and wondered: "What's going on today, Master Wei followed Pavilion Master Xia, if it's going to rain, should I bring an umbrella?"

I didn't feel like I was talking too much, but I did it on purpose.

Xia Zhou was not polite: "Wei Xianzun always has a few days of eccentricity, besides, his mind has just entered the water."

Wei Ling said: "It's stuffy in the room, and it happens to be breathable."

Xia Zhou said: "You have practiced and retreated for several years, but you haven't seen a breath of air."

Wei Ling: "Who do you see eating...poison for cultivation?"

After finishing speaking, it occurred to him that his body recovered because he took the medicine that Murong Chenhao took. The so-called prescribing the right medicine, how could Murong Chenhao not know what kind of disease he had.

Wei Ling pretended to be calm and cleared his throat: "Okay, I see that you usually don't see the end, but today is uncharacteristically, maybe you have serious business to do, if it has something to do with the Guo family, take me with you, if it has nothing to do, just pretend I didn't say anything. "

What serious business can Xia Zhou have?Wei Ling just picked up a random word to use, but his intuition, if someone really pointed the finger at the Guo family, then guessing and touching can always catch the tail.

Sure enough, Xia Zhou snorted twice: "On the way."