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

Shu Ning was short of breath.

Even though he has been in the mortal world for a long time and knows almost nothing about the power of immortality, the prestige of Dao Zun is still in his ears.

He spoke incoherently: "This matter...is this matter true?"

"The junior dare not question the senior." Shu Ning also felt that his words were inappropriate, and repeatedly apologized: "It's just Dao Zun... This is really too unbelievable."

After 300 years of ups and downs, Shu Ning has more or less developed a calmness.

Easily collapsed before the word Dao Zun, and couldn't even find a suitable description.

It's not Shu Ning's fault.

Dao Zun is the supreme legend in the minds of all practitioners. It seems that only two simple words can make a world of difference. It is not the same world and the same soil as the one they live in.

Wei Heng looked at him and nodded.

Although he was speechless, his demeanor was convincing enough to dispel Shu Ning's remaining doubts.

Shu Ning let out a long sigh of relief, his expression relaxed.

It was like letting go of the boulder that had accumulated in his chest for a long time and kept him from sleeping every night, and his face instantly glowed.

He bowed his body and bowed solemnly to the three of them.

Seeing Shu Yao who was absent-minded, he reacted very quickly at this moment, as if his body was on fire, he hurriedly avoided Shu Ning, and then gave him a salute.

Shu Ning said with a relieved smile: "I'm not afraid that senior will laugh at me. I've been thinking about my younger brother's whereabouts. It's enough to know that he is doing well. Although the ailments in my body are gone, my lifespan will be damaged in the end. , I don’t want to recognize him, and let him be sad in vain.”

"As for the enemy - I am incompetent and can't kill him. Of course, I can't brazenly tell Ayao to kill him. Besides, Ayao is a good boy, so I don't need to say anything."

Every word and sentence is the elder brother's heavy love for his younger brother.

Maybe it's not sensational, tear-jerking, but what's hidden inside is all out of caring and consideration for the other party.

It's just that this kind of warmth, to Shu Yao, is like a poisonous sharp knife that pierces the heart and lungs.

With a sullen face, he turned and went down the mountain.

Shu Yao seemed to be walking in a leisurely manner, and his steps were calm, but in fact, he was very fast. It took only a blink of an eye from when he turned around to when he disappeared.

Shu Ning was pulled back from his joy in one fell swoop, and asked with concern: "Is that senior okay? But he was injured in the previous battle?"

Otherwise, how could you lose your composure?

Wei Heng: "..."

Seeing that Wei Heng remained silent, Yin Changyan could only rack his brains to describe it: "To be honest, he is also a disciple of Xuanshan sect."

Shu Ning seemed to have realized something.

Citing Changyan to see his expression, he knew it was reliable, and continued to add fire: "He admires the Taoist priest very much on weekdays, ahem, you know, the kind of admiration that he really wants to be a disciple of the Taoist priest."

The disciples on the Daotai seemed to be different from what he usually saw.

Wei Heng thought.

Don't tell the people around, even the long-term smoker who usually seems to be very reliable, will touch porcelain with a piece of pearls, kill people, drink wine, and lie without blinking an eye.

It seems that I don't know enough about them.

Yin Changyan's spine felt inexplicably cold.

Shu Ning suddenly realized, and understood very well: "Oh, it's no wonder. A person like Dao Zun is naturally admired by everyone."

Brother, take it easy and boast.

After all, he himself is still standing not far from you.

Cited smoke heart Road.

Sure enough, Wei Heng finally couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere, and said softly: "I'll go look for him." After saying that, he turned and went down the mountain.

Yin Changyan and Shu Ning were left behind looking at each other.

Shu Ning asked tentatively: "That senior who just came down the mountain, does he also admire Dao Zun?"

Citing Changyan: "..."

Why is it the story of the three of them from beginning to end, and I have to help myself and try my best to smooth things over?

After getting along for many days, Wei Heng knew Shu Yao's breath well early on, and his spiritual sense could easily cover the entire Jincheng, so it was not difficult to find Shu Yao.

Wei Heng found Shu Yao in a wine shop in the bustling West Market.

Maybe it's because he didn't have the intention to drink, or maybe Shu Yao didn't like drinking in the world, but he drank very restrainedly, and only listened to a storyteller who was surrounded by a group of people, spitting and telling stories about gods, demons and ghosts. .

"You're here." Shu Yao smiled and waved to Wei Heng, without the embarrassment of being caught on the spot, "Listen to what Mr. Wen Shu said."

Wei Heng sat down as promised, waiting for the storyteller's next words.

"Today, during the daytime, the area of ​​Baishuizong in the north of our city suddenly became dark. Did everyone see it?"

The storyteller lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Why didn't you see it? It was so dark that day, my wife thought it was raining, so she put away her clothes in a hurry, thinking that the sky would brighten up again in a short while, isn't this bullying?"

Immediately, someone in the hall made a loud voice.

As soon as he spoke, it was like pouring a pot of boiling water into a boiler, and people chattered uncontrollably, their voices boiling.

"I see, if it's for God's sake, how can there be only black and white water sects? This must be weird."

"That's right, have you forgotten who lives in Baishuizong?"

Everyone shut up.

For ordinary people like Shengdou in the market like them, the disciples of the Baishui Sect are already great gods.

The gavel gave a heavy slap.

The storyteller stroked his beard:

"Yeah, what the big guy said is right, the sky over the Baishuizong is so dark, it's weird!"

He deliberately lowered his voice, and the enthusiasm in it was undiminished: "I think you all know the name of Baishuizong. The river at the gate of the sect has the aura of mountains and rivers, and there are so many generations of gods and figures who live here from generation to generation, raising a black dragon." Come."

"Hey, that's amazing." Shu Yao laughed, "If there is a black dragon in the river, I'd like to catch one and let Po Jun see what a real dragon looks like."

Wei Heng was helpless.

He understood Shu Yaote's intention to choose this restaurant and let him sit down and listen.

Everyone was very generous, cheering and coaxing the storyteller to continue.

The storyteller blushed as he spoke, "The master immortal in the White Water Sect is so powerful, how can he defeat the power and prestige of the dragon? As soon as the black dragon comes out of the river, there will be dark clouds raging..."

He described the majesty of the black dragon in a long speech, and at the end his mouth was almost parched, and he finally got to the point: "Later, the real gods in the hidden world, when they saw the black dragon making trouble, came out and took it as a mount, riding the fog gone."

Shu Yao laughed paralyzed: "Hahahahahaha I can't do it anymore."

"When will the Immortal Daoist let me meet the black dragon on the mount, it will be a feast for the eyes. I have never seen a real dragon in my life hahahahahahahaha."

The last string of narrow laughter betrayed him.

Wei Heng looked at him.

Shu Yao laughed so hard that the hand holding the fan couldn't shake, most of his face was buried in the fan, leaving only a pair of smiling eyes.

One pair of eyes is enough.

There are lights all over the sky in the west market, reflecting the bright sky like daytime, and the evening wind blows the golden tassels under the lanterns, and with the rolling traffic, a wisp of incense from the incense car is handed over to the embroidered corner of the BMW's gilded saddle .

There are rivers full of water reflecting these prosperity.

Shu Yao's eyes are brighter and more beautiful than the river full of sparks and lights.

Wei Heng said: "Don't make trouble."

The tone didn't sound like a reproach, but more like helpless connivance.

Shu Yao: "No, I must see that black dragon. The gods must have heard what I said just now that I wanted to catch the dragon, so they refused to let me see it."

There is really nothing to do with him.

Wei Heng didn't realize that he showed a rare smile, like a famous sword that has been dusty for thousands of years, restraining its sharpness.

He is clearly a young man who can laugh, make love and act coquettishly, but somehow he was disguised as a greedy wolf who everyone yells and beats.

He finally said: "I have never seen a dragon. What you saw with your own eyes today is a demon."

There is no doubt in the tone, and the final word: "You are drunk."

Shu Yao: "???"

Inexplicably, Shu Yao, who was stamped by the Taoist priest and got drunk, was dragged back to the Qingshan sect by Wei Heng.

In fact, Shu Yao has a lot to say to Wei Heng.

For example, thank you for today's matter, and the classic "You are such a good person."

In fact, Wei Heng also has a lot to say to Shu Yao.

For example, you don’t need to thank me for today’s matter. I know that you must have had many difficulties in the past, but I always hope that you can live more comfortably in the future.

However, the journey was too short, Yujian was too fast, and before the two of them had a good mood, the Qingshan sect popped out of their sight.

The two returned to the Green Mountain Sect in silence, and went back to their rooms.

A communication talisman appeared in Shu Yao's hand.

He held the messenger talisman as if holding a sword.

A ray of spiritual power climbed up, burning the messenger talisman into ashes.

Shu Yao waited patiently.

After a cup of tea, a black light flew far from the sky and landed steadily on Shu Yao's small courtyard.

Wan Chuanhe's first sentence was not to greet a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, but to slap his tongue at Shu Yao's boldness: "The Daoist is just around the corner, how dare you let me come to see you?"

Aren't you afraid that the two of you will be chopped into flying ash by the sun and the moon shining together?

"No, I deliberately set up a formation to hide from his spiritual detection. Don't worry, I'm not as good as you, and I won't let him notice."

As soon as Shu Yao opened his mouth, he wanted Wan Chuan and the familiar taste of beating him up.

Wan Chuanhe gritted his teeth, and said with a sneer, "You dislike my food, why do you ask me to come here?"

"Because something happened."

Shu Yao is a completely different person than when he was in the wine shop.

At this moment, even his beauty is like an unsheathed magic weapon, with a cold light on the blade that is stained with murderous blood, making people dare not play with it.

He said: "I want to go back to the Demonic Way and kill Qisha."

"Are you crazy!" Wan Chuanhe was taken aback, "Didn't you say you wanted to rest by Dao Zun's side for a while? Are you going to kill Qi Kill now to die?"

"I'm sure. Seven kills thought that I was by Wei Heng's side and wouldn't make any moves in the near future. Letting go of my vigilance, this is the best time."

Wan Chuanhe knew that Shu Yao was not joking.

He is best at counter-killing in desperate situations, taking surprises.

Desperate is really desperate.

Wan Chuanhe also knew that Shu Yao had wanted to kill Qi Kill since a hundred years ago.

Even if Po Jun stopped him first and let Xue Tian take his side, Shu Yao's desire to kill the seven kills remained steadfast.

Shu Yao took off the fox fur that he had been wearing for the past few days, and threw it away casually, and he was dressed in red again. His voice was very low, like the cold wind blowing over the mountain: "Today is different from the past. Hanging by Heng's side will only make him fall deeper and deeper in love."

Wan Chuanhe was even more frightened, almost trembling when he spoke: "You, you, you, you mean that Zun is interested in you?"

Brother, what is the spring and autumn dream?