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

"Abbot Jiekong is a monk after all, this matter has a bad reputation with him."

Wei Heng's first reaction was to politely refuse.

Naturally, Abbot Jiekong's reputation is important, and the face, happiness and anger of his sweetheart should not be ignored.

So Wei Heng said: "How about making up an identity that doesn't exist in the world?"

Shu Yao asked quietly: "Then what if our master misses me when he goes out, and wants to find out how the girl from the Demon Dao, whose real name is Wan Chuanhe, and whose alias is Rang Xuetian, is doing with his sweetheart?"

Rao is determined by Wei Heng, he has been ranked number one in the world for a long time, and he has seen many big storms under his sword. Hearing the names of Wan Chuan and Rang Xuetian, and connecting them with Mo Dao Xiaoniang, he still cannot help being momentarily lost in ecstasy .

Let Xue Tian and Wan Chuan reconcile.

The former has a life-and-death enmity with Ah Yao.

The latter twice exposed Ah Yao's true identity in front of others, which made him lose face.

It's just that I don't know what about Abbot Jiekong's actions made Shu Yao unhappy?

Wei Heng believes that Shu Yao is a person, and he will never intentionally damage his reputation as a master of Buddhism for no reason.

But he couldn't guess the intersection between Abbot Jiekong and Shu Yao.

He asked directly: "Why do you think of Abbot Jiekong?"

"When I was in Liudao Temple, he once advised me to cut off my emotions and desires. If I really act according to his words, there will be no today between you and me."

Wei Heng: "..."

He spoke a little later: "Abbot Jiekong should have his reasons for what Abbot Jiekong said, so don't bother with him if the way is different."

The only remaining Qingming Daoxin kept Wei Heng's determination.

If an expert in the world like Abbot Jiekong hears rumors and rumors outside by chance one day, his reputation will be inexplicably murdered, and his reputation will be wiped out——

Thinking about it, it probably won't be too good.

"Dao Zun."

Shu Yao sighed, and called Wei Heng seriously.

His tone was cool: "I think I should tell you that you look very much like when we first met, and you can go to the Daotai to discuss Dao at any time."

Wei Heng squeezed his shoulders, his movements were a little stiff, but more of an extremely careful gentleness, and whispered: "I'm sorry."

He has never been very good at coaxing people.

Wei Heng knew this.

It's hard to die, but Shu Yao is the most difficult one to coax.

When he is close to the one he loves, on the one hand, he is proud by nature, and he can clearly see the corners and corners of his temperament; on the other hand, he is a young man who loves to act like a baby.

With such a tricky character, anyone who encounters it can't help but have a headache, lamenting that there is no way to start.

Wei Heng didn't think so.

There is nothing in this world that is more gratifying and never tires than a loved one letting go of his proud and cold, gorgeous and majestic pretense, willing to reveal his harmless youthful softness.

He said frankly: "Abbot Jiekong is really not suitable, why not change him, or I will go and explain it to Master and the old man alone."

"I remember that Master has always been reasonable, so he shouldn't care about it."

Shu Yao: "But Wan Chuanhe told me later that he noticed that there was a hidden aura of other people in the Ziwei Secret Realm at that time, which seemed to be from the Buddhist school."

Wei Heng understood the meaning behind Shu Yao's words: "You mean...Abbot Jiekong was also in the Ziwei secret realm at that time?"

This is a little strange.

Although Liudao Temple has escaped from the world for a long time, the six sects are still the real six sects.

Even if Abbot Jiekong is not sociable and doesn't want to go with them, but he came to the Ziwei Secret Realm, and he should show his face when the Ziwei City opens the secret realm because of his feelings and reason.

"I am not sure."

Shu Yao told the truth: "But there are two Buddhist sects. Those who can hide from the peak spiritual consciousness of Mahayana must be at the same level. There is only one person left, Abbot Jiekong."

"Wan Chuan and he were born of the runoff of aura in the Ziwei Secret Realm. After entering the Lagerstroemia Myrtle Realm, he felt that the aura spread throughout the entire secret realm. He should be the most sensitive one."

Having said that, Shu Yao sneered coldly again.

Of course it was for Wan Chuan and Ting who had no desire to survive in the Demon Realm.

He said: "I really don't understand why Wan Chuan and Ming Ming discovered something at the time, so why didn't they tell me immediately, so that Abbot Jie Kong could tell me in person. But they waited until they returned to Demon Realm to make an afterthought."

Wei Heng: "..."

He couldn't help but think of Shu Yao's words, "I think Jie Kong and Wan Chuan are a good match."

They are really connected.

Sure enough, Shu Yao spread his hands and said, "Perhaps it is true that Abbot Jiekong holds a lot of weight in his heart. I can't say that my actions are spreading rumors, but I can only say that it is to satisfy Wan Chuanhe's wish."

Wan Chuanhe: "???"

Thank you, I don't need to be forced to fulfill my wish like this.

Abbot Jiekong: "???"

Thank you, I don't want to be forcibly taken away to satisfy other people's non-existent wishes.

Shu Yao was very straightforward: "As for Rang Xuetian, he must have been heartbroken by Abbot Jiekong's theory that he wanted to eliminate all emotions and six desires, so he was going to make him regret it, and went the other way and fell into a lonely ghost."

The more Shu Yao said, the more he could justify himself: "Perhaps Wan Chuanhe was hunted down by Rang Xuetian's order, and he also got the credit of Abbot Jiekong."

Wei Heng: "..."

At this moment, no matter how kind and pure Shu Yao is in his eyes, he is just a willful young man, Wei Heng has to admit one thing:

Shu Yao... is really good at making up stories.

It's not much better than Gu Chi's pen.

Shu Yao seemed to see what Wei Heng was thinking, and moved closer to his forehead.

Even the touch of Shu Yao's eyelashes sweeping across his cheeks was like a butterfly flapping its wings and flying into a flower stamen.

"If it's a story about me and Ah Heng, it must be sweet and sweet, holding hands and holding hands forever."

However, both of them were silent after speaking.

There are many stories about them out there.

There is no one that is sweet and sweet, holding hands and holding hands until the end of time.

Shu Yao suddenly lost interest in making it up, so he hugged Wei Heng and touched his forehead and said softly:

"I've heard rumors about Dao Zun a long time ago in the Demonic Dao."

At that time, Wei Heng was actually scolded a lot.

Everyone is afraid that one day, like a hundred thousand demons, they will become Wei Heng's dead soul under the sword.

Even if he is so worried and fearful, gnashing his teeth and hating, and has no scruples like a demon, when Wei Heng's name is mentioned, his voice can't help but lower his voice.

It seemed as if he was afraid of being heard by the way of heaven, and by the sword of the sun and the moon shining on the wall.

Just a name.

But more frightening than all the loud and powerful threats.

"They said that since you became number one in the world, you have lived in anxiety, for fear that one day you will die under the sun and the moon for no apparent reason."

Wei Heng: "..."

What he thought of was the rumors about Shu Yao in Immortal Dao.

It can be seen from this that no matter which way it is from immortals and demons, all rumors must be a little exaggerated and a little bit inaccurate.

Speaking of this, Shu Yao also wanted to laugh a little: "I know that they will definitely not die under the sun and the moon for no reason. A person who is willing to come and kill [-] demon species will never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Shu Yao was once aroused by the rumors in the wine shop, and he was eager to try. The blood in the hand holding the sword was boiling, and he thought that he must go to Wei Heng for a while when he mastered the sword.

Not without curiosity, he wondered what Wei Heng would look like when he killed [-] demons and left the demonic way.

Is it the indifference of Tsinghua University who wears the eternal ice and snow in the northern border, or is it echoing the name of the sun and moon shining on the sword, as if the sun and the moon are on the body, unattainable?

Hundreds of years later, he met Wei Heng.

Is a very good person.

It was better than what I had imagined, anyone who wanted to draw a sword and fight.

Wei Heng, who lives in people's hearts, may have thousands of ways of living, thousands of different appearances, but there is only one appearance that should not be the one that the villagers think is the appearance of loss of love and loss of personal morality.

It's all my fault, Shu Yao thought angrily.

After he appeared, Wei Heng's reputation would not only plummet?Compared with the past, it is a heaven and an underground.

Shu Yao never gives in.It seems that he was born with a different tongue from others, and when he said a few words in soft and soft words, he reflexively tied the knot and became speechless.

This time Shu Yao was slightly astringent, but the words were clearly distinguishable.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't be what everyone says you are."

If it weren't for him, Dao Zun would probably still live in the legend that he was number one in the world gilded with golden light. Everyone in the immortal world praised him, and everyone in the demon world feared him.

"so what?"

Wei Heng asked him seriously:

"I wanted to do things for the world, so I got those words from other people's mouths. I didn't do things for the world because of the few words in other people's mouths."

Just as——

"As you said, Ayao, you and I will hold hands together forever, let alone change it because of other words."

The sweet and sweet love story of holding hands to the end of time, there must always be a sweet and long kiss to complement it.

In the middle of the kiss, Shu Yao turned her head away and pushed Wei Heng to make some distance.

When he turned his head again, his original face was replaced.

Shu Yao bit the kiss until she was blushing, slightly stained with a layer of watery light, and grabbed Wei Heng's sleeve to make him look down at herself.

There was still some panting in his smile: "Which disguise is better between me and Tianyao?"

Another familiar proposition.

Wei Heng didn't answer the perfect score answer he was familiar with before.

Wei Heng said: "This one looks good, it suits you."

Shu Yao's original face could not be easily covered by a few flowers, and a sentence of national beauty.

If I insist on using a metaphor, it can only be compared to a sharp weapon of a magic weapon. The blade is on the edge of life and death, and it is soaked in blood and bones.

Bright and proud, she naturally cuts through all bloody, dark, and dirty shackles, and at the same time has a gorgeous beauty that pulls people's hearts.

It can be called thrilling.

Shu Yao laughed softly, and at some point, his hand moved from holding Wei Heng's sleeve to holding Wei Heng's lapel:

"That skirt, my face, or Tianyao's face, which one looks better in that dress?"

This problem has really reached a point where it's a bit perverted.

But it is understandable to think about it.

A person who can skilfully compliment each other in women's clothing with Po Jun, who can guide Gu Chibi to write the secret history of Kunyi, and is actively preparing for the beautiful dog-blood love triangle between Abbot Jiekong, Wan Chuan, and Rang Xuetian. Thick skin is definitely not enough.

What is desperate is that Wei Heng can also accept this perverted topic, and choose the correct answer without changing his expression:

"It's you who look good."

Shu Yao kissed again, completing the interrupted kiss last time.

In the sideburns, even the very simple and narrow cabin is dyed with charm for no reason.

To say it is formless means that it is invisible, intangible, and has no form.

It is tangible, but it can be compared to no matter how cold or hot the atmosphere in the house is, you must tirelessly puff out the fragrant cigarettes, not to stain every inch of the house with smoke and blur, and it will be sultry and hot.

A crisp sound broke the silence.

In the endless entanglement of lips and tongues, the accessories on Shu Yao's waist, which were being fastened more and more tightly, were bumped and loosened.

Shu Yao's five fingers pressed hard, sinking an inch deeper into Wei Heng's shoulder.

As long as he is willing, he can push Wei Heng away at any time, let Wei Heng come up to hug him and coax him slowly, promise to treat each other with courtesy, and never overstep the threshold.

But Shu Yao just grabbed Wei Heng's shoulder harder, leaned in his arms and did nothing else.

Entrusted with great trust.

What a strange thing.

A waist can actually integrate so many and completely different characteristics, in front of outsiders, it is like a pine and a bamboo, tall and indestructible.

Under Wei Heng's palm, it is more like a willow on a spring open canal, which melts with rippling waves, faints in the palm of his hand little by little, and swaying into the bottom of his heart with the meridians of his fingers.

Shu Yao's eyelashes trembled even more.

While his black eyelashes trembled, he couldn't hold back the water in his eyes, as if the wine glass was too full of fine wine, and with a flash of malice that was not so sympathetic, it would overflow uncontrollably.

Wei Heng shook his head imperceptibly.

The sound of the beads colliding at the waist stopped.

Wei Heng's voice was lower and hoarse than usual, and his hand was still securely locked on Shu Yao's waist without moving an inch: "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

After finishing speaking, he gently put his lips on Shu Yao's eyelashes, suppressing the starlight that will fall, and poured a glass of fine wine.

He couldn't see Shu Yao crying.

******

When my husband returned from his medical practice in the next village, what he met was not the warm greetings from the villagers for decades, and the noble courtesy of stuffing him with a few eggs from the owner and a piece of bacon from the west.

He was surrounded by aggrieved villagers, and he listened to them repeating their words for a long time.

Among them, Da Niang has the loudest voice, the most sincere emotion, and the loudest voice.

After being deafened by the sound on one side of the ear, and half of the face was splashed with saliva, the husband finally pieced together the truth of the matter:

The sweetheart of the little Moxiu girl who has a bit of a bad temper but is kind and willing to farm and feed the geese came to her door.

Miss Moxiu's heart softened, and she wanted to reunite with her sweetheart.

The doctor's expression was no longer relaxed.

He touched his chin, as if he had agreed to it:

"Don't worry, everyone. Although love is not enough for outsiders to intervene. But my sweetheart first tricked her into elopement and then left her alone. It is obviously not a good match. As elders, we can't just watch her jump into the fire pit. We should persuade her." I have to say a few words of advice."

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

They are more enthusiastic than usual.

Those who usually deliver eggs gave a basket this time, plus an old hen.

Those who usually give bacon, this time I can't wait to give a whole piece of pork tenderloin.

The doctor was in a hurry to hug him.

At the same time, it made him feel very sad.

The grace of enlightenment for decades can't compare to the beauty of the young lady once.

Maybe Bukong's old friend is right.

This ugly world is not worth it.

No matter how unworthy it is, Mr. has to have a tenderloin in one hand, a basket of eggs in the other, and an old hen with bound feet still flapping its wings reluctantly in his arms, and walk back to his residence step by step.

Shu Yao and Wei Heng, who was disguised, appeared in time.

Compassionately, he brought eggs for one person and tenderloin for the other.

The husband hugged the old hen in his arms vigilantly.

He was also a man of both immortals and demons back then, and he had seen countless sinister hearts in his long life. How could he change his view of my sweetheart just because of mere small favors?

It was Shu Yao who spoke first, and introduced, "Sir, this is the sweetheart I mentioned to you, called Jie Kong."

All empty.

The gentleman thought casually, the name is Four Great Spaces, and it looks like that.

It's just that the character can't afford it.

and many more……

all empty? ? ?

Mr. blurted out: "Six Dao Temple???"

The one that is not empty for old friends is all empty? ? ?

"Yes."

Shu Yao said sincerely: "It stands to reason that Jie Kong's identity is important, and I should keep it a secret, but I can't bear it when I think about Mr. Ji's life-saving grace to me, and I can't hide it."

The gentleman seemed taken aback.

Even the old hen forgot to hug her, let it flutter its wings stubbornly, and hopped with a pair of bound paws to the free field, the poetic distance.

"There is one thing I must ask."

Shu Yao cheered up, and even Wei Heng, who was silent, also treated him with dignity.

Always be ready to ask questions that Mr. Yuan may have.

Shu Yao felt that he was well-prepared, from which angle the teacher asked the question, and the origin of the sect's cultivation base, all of them could make him a touching sadomasochistic love story.

The master murmured, "How does the monk have hair?"

After 300 years, could it be that the Buddhist precepts have been loosened to this point?

The husband couldn't help worrying about the Bukong monk who had no news.

I don't know how Bukong's old friend will feel when he sees the current situation of Buddha cultivating monsters?

Alas, I hope Changxing is by his side, so I can pass him the Heavenly King Baoxin Pill in time.

******

The village at the bottom of the abyss was harmonious and happy, and even had the leisure to talk about how the monk could have hair.

And the immortals and demons on the top of the abyss are completely messed up.

The communication talisman from the Six Paths Temple covered the immortals and demons lightly like straw, and the delicate balance that was hard to maintain collapsed instantly.

The content of the message talisman was surprisingly consistent, all of which said that Abbot Jiekong was attacked by the Abyss Demon King and was seriously injured.

Po Jun grabbed the communication talisman and said in disbelief, "Don't think I don't know. When the Abyss Demon King came out, he even had his cultivation base sealed. How did he sneak attack Abbot Fang?"

"Sneak attack in Abbot Jiekong's dream, or look at him glistening with fat all over his body for blood?"

Wan Chuanhe has a special connection with the Abyss Demon King, and has been paying close attention to his dynamics, and said in a timely manner:

"As far as I know, the Demon King was raised to eat blood in Xuanshan, and now he absolutely refuses to eat raw blood. Not to mention Yi Jiekong's dignified figure, when the Demon King is still eating blood, I am afraid it will be very difficult. Difficult to see."

The second possibility proposed by Po Jun was implicitly rejected.

Aren't you a picky eater when you're an abyss demon king?

At such a time, as a demon, there is nothing wrong with being passionate and mocking Abbot.

The Lord of the Seven Regions, who had been suffocated at Abbot Jiekong's place, was gearing up, wishing he could come to the door immediately to ask for an explanation:

"The Pojun Envoy is right. The old monk Jie Kong's statement is too absurd and unreliable. Even if you don't like the Abyss Demon King, you can't bully him like this."

His second sentence reveals his true thoughts:

"This time I must go to Liudao Temple to ask for an explanation, whether he is empty or not. How many old monks? I must live up to the high expectations of my lord."

late.

The supposed secret history of the demon king has become popular in the way of demons.

The cold sound and silent shadow that should come will not be late.

The corner of Po Jun's eyes twitched, and he uploaded the communication talisman, "Forget it, just stay in the magic way for me."

He was afraid that the Lord of the Seventh Region would not be able to stay idle, so he specially instructed: "The way of the devil cannot be stabilized. I am afraid that the greedy wolf will be even more angry when he comes back."

The Lord of the Seventh Realm lost all interest when he thought that he would not be able to avenge his shame, and that he would not be able to meet the very interesting person in the immortal way, and he replied yes.

I don't know if he would feel better if he knew that the Gusha people were planning to make a big deal.

******

On Xuanhe Peak, due to Jiang Changxing's arrival, they were forced to lose their Qingtian base, and the three people who took refuge in Xuanhe Peak to play cards also stopped their hands.

The dean of the academy asked, "What do you think?"

He said only five short words.

Five words contain thousands of words and many complex positions.

Is it the abbot Jiekong who believes in avoiding the world, or the demon king whose belief is sealed and cultivated?

The Demon King got the Mozun himself to promise that no matter which side was at fault, the Demon Dao would definitely protect the Demon King from Liudao Temple first.

The three of them understood Mo Dao's thoughts.

The demon king who got the promise of the demon king, even if they want to kill or cut, they should do it by their demon way, and they will not allow the bald donkey of the immortal way to intervene.

Compared with Liudao Temple and Mo Dao, one wants to kill and the other wants to protect, the three sects represented by the three of them are caught in the middle and are caught in a dilemma.

If you choose the six sects of the immortal way, you will have to tear yourself apart from the demonic way.

If you want to maintain the balance with the magic way, the six sects of immortality will inevitably become the five sects of immortality.

Jiang Yunya said, "Good question."

Just don't talk about opinions.

Xuanhe Peak Master was the most straightforward, patted his clothes and got up:

"Senior Brother has given me the sun and the moon, so he didn't let me play cards and use it as a mirror to organize my appearance."

"How can we sword repairers see things? Draw your sword and see."

It's nothing more than the difference between drawing the sword against the Demon King and drawing the sword against Abbot Jianku.

"Yes."

Surprisingly, the dean didn't dislike Jianxiu's recklessness and recklessness, but nodded in agreement:

"It is indeed very risky for the devil king to enter the human world, and there is nothing wrong with being afraid."

His brows and eyes slowly condensed, showing the sharpness that pierced people's hearts after the usual rigid description:

"But it's not right about people. What we're talking about is right and wrong, right and wrong have not been revealed, even if it's against people who are afraid, all you can do is fear, nothing else."

"Oh, right."

Xuanhe Peak Master thought of something, and specially told Lin Yunhe: "Don't tell senior brother about this, let him take care of himself at ease, I am enough to bring the sun and the moon to illuminate the jade alone."

Lin Yunhe: "..."

Am I really your disciple?

Master, what is the difference between this and asking me to die?