Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

Shu Yao slumped on the table with a smile: "Hey Pojun, I have advised you to correct your lust for beauty, maybe you will cause trouble someday."

"Why, is it a surprise or a surprise to be hit on the head by Pingci?"

The veins on Po Jun's forehead twitched.

He then slowly showed a gritted smile to Shu Yao: "I have a deep understanding of this point 200 years ago."

"If I hadn't seen you good-looking and made friends with you, how could there be so many troubles now?"

Shu Yao calmed down, waved his fan and said leisurely: "Wrong, if it wasn't for me, how could you have tasted the thrill of 200 years of ups and downs?"

Thank you so much.

Pojun laughed.

He stabilized his emotions and tried to fan the flames: "From the tone of the kid downstairs, he seems like a habitual criminal. You usually pay him a penny, why don't you ask for an explanation?"

The taste of being touched by porcelain is complicated and complicated, but Po Jun still admires Yin Changyan.

From Mahayana to Qi-refining demon cultivators, everyone knows that among the 32 domains of the Demonic Dao, the most difficult to provoke is not the first domain where the demon king resides, but the second domain controlled by Shu Yao.

Within a thousand miles of Chang'an City, there are people who can be killed with cold voices and silent shadows.

Shu Yao didn't say this sentence casually to scare people for fun.

If Yin Changyan can walk out of Chang'an City in full, Po Jun will immediately send him a pennant with drums and gongs.

The next moment, Shu Yao's laughter gradually subsided, and he said "Oh" indifferently, "Anyway, there is no shortage of money for a dendrobium pearl, so why bother with a junior? It was originally given to him by Hongluan Tianyao willingly, how can he be called?" What about Porcelain?"

Po Jun was dumbfounded for the second time.

Shu Yao glanced at Wei Heng lightly from the corner of his eye, eager to prove his upright and kind personality, eager to separate himself from Po Jun:

"We Yihuzhu is open for business. How do you talk? It's as if you have turned it into a black shop."

Is not it?

It was rare for Po Jun's jade-like face to reveal a look of confusion, and his pupils were as black as ink, and his confusion could not be covered.

Shu Yao earnestly said: "Brother, listen to my persuasion, we have worked hard for 300 years, is it because we care about each other with the younger generation?"

He secretly apologized to Po Jun.

Sorry bro.

But you don't know who is standing next to me, I still have a clue in my heart.

Is not it?Po Jun thought.

Isn't it for a chic and unrestrained movement between heaven and earth, coming and going at will.

Shu Yao showed a look of disapproval: "This is because your awareness is too low, no wonder you can't beat me and Qisha."

Po Jun rubbed his forehead that ached from his chanting, stood up and said, "Come on."

This time it was Shu Yao's turn to be confused: "Huh?"

Po Jun gritted his teeth and sneered: "Since you said that my combat power is not as good as yours, then you can see who you are!"

Shu Yao took a step back towards Wei Heng without a trace.

Weak, helpless, and pitiful.

Wei Heng obviously received his hint.

In an instant, a sword was blocked between Shu Yao and Po Jun.

The scabbard of the sword was black, dark, and unadorned.

Also unfathomable.

The sword-bearer's voice was cold and cold like the icy edge of a bamboo leaf in winter, "It's not suitable to fight here."

It means that in other places, I will accompany you at any time.

Po Jun's gaze shifted from Sun Moon Zhao Bi to Wei Heng's face.

Wei Heng let him scrutinize him.

Suddenly the broken army laughed and laughed: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, you have today!"

I don't know whether to see Wei Heng's identity, or to see that Shu Yao has lost all his cultivation.

Shu Yao was not provoked by him, and said calmly: "Remember to beat the gongs and drums to send the pennant." Then he turned and left with Wei Heng.

Po Jun was still immersed in the topic of "After years of meeting friends and instigating lovers to draw swords, whether it is the lack of human nature or the loss of morality." .

"Po Jun has this kind of virtue, he likes beauty, but also has a cold nature when it comes to love."

The fan brought in from Pojun supported his chin, and Shu Yao sighed: "When he likes someone, he really likes him, and when he gets bored, he is really ruthless."

"But he's also really nice to his friends."

Shu Yao probably remembered some old things, the smile on his lips disappeared, and instead he let out a sigh, "I and Qisha, I and Rang Xuetian turned against each other, the saddest and most concerned thing is not me and the two of them, but the two of them Among them, the Pojun is in a dilemma."

Wei Heng grasped Shu Yao's fan-holding wrist.

It looked as white as a pile of snow and jade from the outside, but it was as cold as snow in the hand, touching the thin and supporting bones inside through a thin layer of skin.

It's not like the silent shadow with cold palms at all, killing countless greedy wolf envoys under his hands.

Even a little fragile.

Shu Yao was shaking his fan and talking, but Wei Heng grabbed his wrist without warning, and raised his head to meet Wei Heng's eyes.

It is as deep and cold as a snow-covered pool, or as a deep spring in a forest, elegant and dark.

Wei Heng said: "Your cultivation base is not enough, you can't bear the coldness of the Demon Realm."

Although it is a question, it is a positive tone.

What Wei Heng said was the truth.

The Demon Region resides in the north, which is the coldest place in the world, and the second region is located in its center, which is even more special.

The devil's breath is cold, and the Bingxin Jue is also cold. If you have a Mahayana cultivation base by your side on weekdays, Shu Yao can see it regardless of the ice and snow or the scorching sun.

But under the three-phase attack, it was not something Shu Yao, who was left with only Qi-refining cultivation, could resist.

Shu Yao's hand holding the handle of the fan tightened, his fingertips turned white, and Wei Heng felt the muscles and bones on his wrist rise and fall.

He smiled with a look of indifference on his face, and said lightly, "I'm used to it, how can I feel it?"

Wei Heng clasped his wrist even tighter.

Shu Yao shook it, but couldn't get rid of it. Fortunately, he had changed into a disguise, otherwise, if he was seen by the demon cultivator in Chang'an City who remembered his appearance, the majestic greedy wolf envoy and people would chatter here, how decent would it be?

After a long while, Wei Heng confirmed: "Your hands are shaking, it's because it's too cold here, if you stay for a long time, it will damage your meridians."

From entering the Demon Realm to exiting Yihu Zhu, Shu Yao walked in front of people like Po Jun, always acting like a normal person, talking and laughing at ease, even Wei Heng kept it from him, never thinking that something would happen to him.

Shu Yao took back the folding fan and said with a wry smile: "Daoist, you don't leave room for others like this, it's easy to make people lose all face."

Wouldn't it be nice to let him retain a bit of decency as a greedy wolf envoy?

Wei Heng remained silent.

He remembered what he had said to Shu Yao in the backyard of Beidouzong.

Shu Yao was originally a desperate person, so naturally he didn't care about the coldness in the magic area.

Wei Heng wanted to persuade Shu Yao to take care of his body, but he knew that Shu Yao would mostly respond with a smile, and he would be merciless when he turned around and dared to go all out.

Besides, what kind of stand does he use to persuade?

Wei Heng narrowed his eyes and said, "Excuse me."

After all, pure spiritual power poured in along the meridians on Shu Yao's wrist, and swam around in his body.

Under the heat flow, Shu Yao seemed to be put on a fox fur cloak in the cold winter, stuffed with several heaters to bake, his hands and feet warmed up, his whole body was softened by the smoke, and he staggered.

Thanks to Wei Heng who supported his waist, he would not fall down in public and be executed.

For the second time, Shu Yao was glad that he had changed his face.

Being held by Wei Heng while circling his waist——

Thank you for the opening of the magic way folk customs.

I also hope that when I return to Xuanshan, I won't be chased and killed by the enraged head of Xuanshan because of corrupting Daoist.

A section of Shu Yao's waist surrounded by brocade is as thin as his wrist.

But straight and strong.

It is quite fragile.

Wei Heng thought.

The aura absorbed into the body by Moxiu is mixed, and all kinds of aura can be used. Wei Heng's spiritual power is extremely pure and vigorous, nourishing the meridians and enriching the spiritual power. Of course, it is a first-class and great tonic.

Shu Yao was so intoxicated by the joy that he seemed to have established a foundation, that he didn't even have time to discuss with Wei Heng about spying on his meridians and inputting spiritual power.

The meridian dantian of a practitioner is a first-class and most important private place, and even if he is as close as a master, apprentice and Taoist couple, he seldom visits it unless necessary.

Just now it was Shu Yao who refused to change after repeated admonitions. He was so frozen by the Demon Realm that he was about to pass out, but he still insisted on being a normal person. Wei Heng had no choice but to do this.

The group of Daoxuanjianshan was blocked at the gate of the city.

The people who blocked them came beating gongs and drums, the sound of the drums was booming, and the sound of the gongs shook the sky, and they could hear the demon cultivators talking about it.

"Who is so bold to make a noise in Chang'an City?"

"You don't know that, do you? Look at the emblems on their clothes. They are from the Pojun Envoy. Based on the friendship between the Pojun Envoy and our domain master, it's just a gong, which is trivial."

The disciples of Daoxuan Jianshan were also very nervous, discussing in a low voice:

"Isn't it because we went to Yihuzhu to touch porcelain too many times, and people came to seek revenge?"

"What's the point of not solving it in Yihuzhu, not killing people in the wilderness, and openly provoking trouble at the gate of the city?"

Citing Changyan's head hurt from their noise.

When it comes to fighting, have their sword cultivators ever been afraid of others?

His eyes were blinded, and all the disciples were obediently silent.

Moxiu, headed by the gong and drum team, presented a roll of bright red pennants to Yin Changyan with both hands: "My lord, this is what my envoy personally ordered to hand over to you."

Yin Changyan was also confused.

He took the pennant, thinking what kind of peerless god Po Junshi would be taken advantage of, and he still didn't forget to give the pennant to others after being touched.

Are people stupid with too much money and no land to spend?

Moxiu, who sent him the pennant, endured the embarrassment, and in his heart spurned his envoy's vicious and critical eyes as always, and his method of chasing people who was getting worse day by day.

What is the idea of ​​a straight man to send a pennant to someone who is as beautiful as pearls and jade?

Yin Changyan pondered for a moment, then asked him, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes!" Moxiu looked solemnly, and waved his hand behind him, "Send your husband out of the city gate!"

The beating of the gong sounded again, and the group of Yinchangyan and his party returned home with a full load of joy.

*******

Outside the gate of Yangcheng, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, a monk in Taoist robes bowed his hands gratefully to an astonishingly beautiful young man in red: "Besides, Yu Xiangyang, thank you fellow Taoist for saving us by beheading monsters."

"You don't have to thank me." Shu Yao's eyes flickered, and he asked as usual, "I don't know the origin of your friend and master?"

He didn't ask specifically for the monk's qi refining cultivation.

Yu Xiangyang has an unconcealable demonic aura in his body, and he wants to jump out.

Yu Xiangyang was completely unsuspecting, and replied truthfully: "I come from the Qingshan sect, and my master is Master Shu Ningshu."