When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

The days in Qingling Mountain were very peaceful, and it is estimated that the law enforcement elders couldn't sit still and went out to seek medical treatment. Anyway, the daily medicine delivery was replaced by an unremarkable inner sect disciple, who stopped at the stele outside the barrier. The intelligent climbing vines would wrap the elixirs into the branches and leaves and send them in. Since then, Qingling Mountain has been completely isolated from the world. This inner disciple eagerly glanced inside through the blurred curtain formed by the enchantment. Naturally, he couldn't see it. When he asked about the figure of Xianjun Qing, he sighed and went back with his head down.

The branches and leaves of Panteng stretched out a little bit, revealing a delicate white jade bottle. His slender fingers reached out, and while pinching it, Panteng retreated quickly, with awe and fear that could not be concealed.

Liu Juyuan glanced at Panteng, unscrewed the medicine bottle and smelled it, and immediately looked disgusted. For many years, I always heard that the Yiren elders of the Tianlan sect gave good fortune, saved countless cultivators from the fire and water, and rejuvenated their hands, what? The flesh and bones of the living dead made people stunned for a while, but the level of this elixir is really not good for Liu Zhuyuan.

Before the climbing vine receded completely, Liu Wangyuan took advantage of the opportunity and threw all the elixir to it. Although it had no effect on Su Wenqing's injury, it was a panacea after all, and it was a first-class good for these little monsters.

The branches and leaves of the climbing vines are slightly coiled, and they stand up like bowing, slowly hidden behind a piece of greenery.

Su Wenqing still sleeps most of the time. In fact, he has been able to stay awake for two hours, which is a great improvement. After all, Emperor Wangyuan is by his side, so he must be more energetic. At first, Su Wenqing was afraid of Liu Wangyuan. Boring, after all, there is no place to find fun on Qingling Mountain, and I am still a boring gourd, but after getting along for a few days, Su Wenqing feels that he thinks too much, and Emperor Wang Yuan is more silent than him when he is busy. I am refining the elixir at hand, so I can stay in the same posture all day and night without changing it.

The highest record of Liu Huangyuan was refining medicine in the mansion, holding his breath for three full years, and then a golden elixir came out, which caused a vision from the sky, and hundreds of birds competed. Countless monks flew to his Qilu Mountain, and it was inevitable that he would be replaced by a low-level monk. It was a bloody battle. After all, the cultivation world respects the strong, and it is not uncommon for people to kill and seize treasures. So Emperor Wang Yuan patted the old dirt accumulated on his body for three years, and wiped out all those who were greedy.

But here is different, Su Wenqing wants to bask in the sun.

It was the first time that Liu Zhuyuan was obsessed with refining medicine and didn't notice it. He turned his head when he heard the movement, and saw that Su Wenqing had already walked to the door by himself while leaning on the wall, and smiled apologetically at him, as pale as ever, as if the sunlight Can make him dissipate, Liu Wangyuan was not very happy watching this scene, before Su Wenqing apologized for disturbing his medicine refining, he hugged him and successfully silenced him.

Emperor Wangyuan found that Xianjun Wenqing had a thin skin, which was unbelievably thin.

Throwing away the medicine Liu Zhuyuan turned back to the bamboo house, Su Wenqing just woke up, the restraint on him that suppressed the heavenly spirit body had already been loosened, and the scent blew out from time to time, if it wasn't for Liu Zhuyuan guarding here, those creatures who were coveting in the dark They are afraid that they have already rushed forward.

"Di Zun." Su Wenqing called out, he didn't tie his hair up today, his black hair was hanging on his shoulders, and a few strands were hanging down smoothly, the white clothes were a little wrinkled, and the neckline was no longer as strict and demanding as it used to be. On the top, a small piece of snow-white neck is exposed, the abstinence is broken, and only spring is left.

This is the temptation of the heavenly spirit body, any pure breath in the air can be inadvertently tainted by them.

Liu Wangyuan simply thought it looked good, and then reached out to the house to ask for clarification. When the sun is good, this person will go out to bask in the sun. A happy mood is also helpful for physical recovery.

Emperor Wangyuan has a thick skin and has already adapted to this way of getting along, because for him, hugging and asking questions is no different from hugging a flower or a stone, it is nothing more than eye-catching, but Su Wenqing can't, the people around him are his The sweetheart, the body trembles for a long time even the slightest touch.

"Do you want a blanket?" Liu Wangyuan gently placed Su Wenqing on the recliner, feeling that her waist is getting thinner and thinner.

Su Wenqing narrowed his eyes, "Yes."

Has anyone ever seen such a Qing Xianjun?He has lost his majesty and solemnity, and is no longer a ruler to measure good and evil in the world. He will also speak in a gentle voice, showing a bit of fragility, and expressing his love for an ordinary thing.

Liu Wangyuan took out Su Wenqing's precious blanket, watched him spread it out little by little, and then covered him contentedly.

"Tomorrow I'll go out to find another medicine." Liu Wangyuan took out the small alchemy stove, and threw all kinds of strange things into it. Su Wenqing squinted his eyes to make a distinction, and felt that the materials were scarce, beyond his recognition know the range.

"When will Emperor Zun come back?"

Liu Wangyuan thought for a while: "Three days."

Su Wenqing heaved a sigh of relief when he knew he was back, and replied, "Okay."

The voice is a little cute.

Liu Wangyuan felt that he must be thinking too much.

Waking up the next day, the surroundings were quiet, with occasional distant birdsong. Su Wenqing sat up after getting used to it. Liu Zhuyuan had already left, and the medicine prepared for him was placed on the table. It uses a purple bottle with some complicated and delicate patterns.

Su Wenqing never thought that he could survive until now, and the tendons in his body tended to recover, but it was insignificant compared to the general rupture. He calculated that if it went smoothly, he could live for another three to five years. These three to five years were all won by Emperor Wang Yuan for him.

Very good, Su Wenqing thought to himself, he thought that the end of the avenue would be the end of the road, but he never thought that there would be a gentle and peaceful time. He was taken care of by that person for a few days and hugged him a few times. He is not too thin.

Su Wenqing read a book in the morning, and went out to bask in the sun as usual in the afternoon. He was drowsy from the sun. When his eyelids were about to close, there was a loud noise from the barrier, and Su Wenqing's eyes suddenly became clear.

Someone broke in?

Su Wenqing's first reaction was Jin Cheng. Could it be that Bai Lengyan's injury has worsened, and this one-sided person is looking for trouble again?

But right after, Su Wenqing heard an angry voice, "Wenqing, open the barrier."

It is the elder holding the sword.

Su Wenqing frowned.

Since he worshiped under the Baiyan Mountain Gate, he has only met Elder Sword Holder for a few times. This person spends most of his time practicing. After all, he must hold the position of Elder Sword Holder. I don't like it very much.

The sword-wielding elder formed the core late, and he looks in his 40s. He is usually unsmiling, and he feels like he can kill flies when he frowns. He should be the most cool and dedicated example, but Su Wenqing always feels that this person is deep in his heart. There are things that cannot be seen.

Qiu Yuanshan stood at the entrance of the enchantment, with an ordinary face, but the veins in his hand clutched by his side were bulging. That day he followed the head of the sect to see Su Wenqing in a hurry, and he found that the young man had an unusual smell, sweet and confusing. People, very desirable... After he went back, his cultivation was suddenly stuck.

When Su Wenqing first joined the Tianlan Sect, he intentionally made him his disciple, but who would have thought that he would directly worship under the head of the sect, and then... his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and he became an immortal respected by the six realms, so Under this kind of pressure, Qiu Yuanshu restrained all his damn thoughts.

But now Su Wenqing is a useless person... Qiu Yuanshan's heart churned out countless black maggots, and he suddenly thought that when Su Wenqing was just brought back by the head of the sect, he was so handsome that people couldn't help it.