Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

Coming out of Mingxia Mountain, walking all the way to the south, the dark sky gradually began to glow, and then the ice and snow became thinner, and the temperature rose. Going further south, you can vaguely see greenery, and the sound of birdsong comes from the forest. Rushing out, the sun shines on the ground.

Everything is so peaceful.

But behind this tranquility, there are countless crises that need to be resolved urgently.

Feng Zhaohua didn't dare to stop, the waves of swords in the sea swept across thousands of mountains, and landed on the peak like a crescent moon.

The red clothes are floating, sweeping through the years of Zhaohua, the figure in front of him is familiar, it is Liu Jian with his back to him.

Liu Jian is an extremely innocent person, and she doesn't have too many other thoughts in her mind, which Feng Zhaohua knows very clearly.

and so--

His love for him can only be buried in his heart, and the best company can only be a close friend.

Feng Zhaohua forcibly suppressed the impetuousness in his heart, the corners of his mouth pulled up, holding back his tears from falling, he said to Liu Jian word by word: "Xiao Liu, I'm back."

Feng Zhaohua refrained from crying, but——

Liu Jian turned her head, but her face was full of tears.

Wiping his tears, he walked forward step by step, hugged Feng Zhaohua without saying a word, and then cried loudly again.

In Liu Jian's heart, Feng Zhaohua was regarded as one of his best friends, and his status was comparable to that of Yue Qianqiu.

He didn't have many friends, and Feng Zhaohua was the closest.

The two of them were wine and meat friends before they established a sect, and later fought side by side on the battlefield with a deep friendship, which directly evolved the wine and meat friends into life and death friends.

The death of Feng Zhaohua 200 years ago has always been a heart disease in Liu Jian's heart, which disturbed him day and night. Now seeing him standing in front of her again, tears of excitement and joy burst out immediately.

Liu Jian didn't even want the face of the leader of the North Pole Peak, so she lay in Feng Zhaohua's arms and cried for a full quarter of an hour before she finished crying.

When he looked up at Feng Zhaohua, his eyes were still red.

It looks like a rabbit, Feng Zhaohua thought in his heart: so cute.

He was so cute when he was crying, who would have thought that the grumpy, upright Arctic Peak Master would cry on another man's chest?

Feng Zhaohua reached out and patted his back before saying slowly, "Xiao Liu, don't cry. I'm here."

Only then did Liu Jian take a closer look at him, looking at his red clothes, she said rather displeasedly: "Why are you dressed like a monster?"

He touched Feng Zhaohua's clothes——

Tulle and light silk are not at all what a serious Taoist should wear.

"You don't dress properly." Liu Jian said.

Feng Zhaohua smiled wryly, and said, "I came here in disguise, wearing a red dress woven with resentment."

Liu Jian was stunned for a moment, and asked him, "Who killed you?"

"Bai Wusi."

"I knew he was not a good person! I'm going to kill him." Liu Jian was so angry that he even shook his Aurora sword. Hua revenge.

It's just that as soon as he turned around, he was pulled back by Feng Zhaohua.

"Wait a minute, you are not Bai Wusi's opponent."

"Then I'll kill him too." Liu Jian said impulsively, "He has hurt you so badly, I... If I can't do anything for you... what am I... a friend?"

As soon as the word "friend" came out, most of Feng Zhaohua's high spirits withered away.

friend!friend!Still friends!

But when he saw Liu Jian's eyes filled with tears again, Feng Zhaohua thought in his heart: Forget it, let's be friends as friends.

"This matter needs a long-term plan. Now that I can't wash away the grievances all over my body, my martial arts can't be restored to the past." Feng Zhaohua said softly: "Now I only have half of the previous martial arts. I am held back by the grievances and cannot escape."

"Then how do we resolve this resentment?" Liu Jian said, "Can you transfer to my body?"

"No!" Feng Zhaohua took a few steps back and refused, "As long as I have no resentment in my heart and let go of the past, the resentment will naturally subside. You just need to give me time to let myself—"

"I'll be with you." Liu Jian said eagerly: "Don't worry about white and black thoughts, you first need to let go of the resentment in your heart and return to your previous appearance."

Liu Jian continued: "You go back to the Arctic Peak with me first, let's see the aurora and taste wine together, you will be able to let go of all the resentment in your heart."

Feng Zhaohua looked around, shook his head and said, "No, I still need to stay at Yueqiong Peak."

"Why? Yueqiong Peak has already been ruined by Bai Wusi."

"That's also my hard work." Feng Zhaohua said with a wry smile: "These days, I will stay in Yueqiong Peak and clean up the house. Your Arctic Peak also needs you to guard it, to be able to see you, to be able to talk to you , I am quite satisfied."

Liu Jian couldn't let go of Feng Zhaohua in her heart. The North Pole Peak was important, but Feng Zhaohua—it couldn't be said that he was not important.

For a while, Liu Jian was caught in a dilemma.

However, compared with his own friendship, the righteousness of the world is always in the top priority.

Liu Jian stared at Feng Zhaohua for a long time, and was really not used to his appearance in red.

"I still like your original appearance better." Liu Jian said with a sigh: "You are so famous in the world, but now you are full of resentment. You are not as free and easy as before."

He stepped forward and patted Feng Zhaohua on the shoulder, and said to him: "Brother, let's go have a drink. After drinking, I will go back to the Arctic Peak. When things turn around, we will meet again."

Feng Zhaohua naturally agreed to his proposal.

Get drunk for a moment first, and then take care of the country.

Liu Jian's alcohol tolerance is not high, one jar of old wine has already made him unconscious, and two jars of yellow wine made him even more drunk.

He shouted: "Your clothes don't look good!"

"It's not clothes, it's resentment." Feng Zhaohua drank a glass of wine and explained, "I've said it many times."

But Liu Jian looked at the red dress symbolizing resentment and was still very angry. With the help of alcohol, he threw himself in front of Feng Zhaohua.

"Xiao Liu, what are you doing?"

Liu Jian frowned, pulled the clothes off Feng Zhaohua's body, shook her head and said, "Take off your ugly clothes! Irregular clothes!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards Feng Zhaohua's chest.

He still muttered: "I still don't believe it, this is resentment." He pulled off a piece of red cloth, and pulled off another piece of red yarn: "I said it was clothes."

He smelled of alcohol and didn't know what he was doing at all. When he was pulling Feng Zhaohua's red clothes, his clothes didn't get caught, revealing his white and firm chest.

"Naked! Stripped!" Liu Jian said excitedly: "Look at you, you are naked."

He pressed Feng Zhaohua under his body, put his hands on Feng Zhaohua's chest, and watched the people below change color again.

Feng Zhaohua was already flushed all over, and at this moment, he was only pleasantly surprised, and the resentment had completely disappeared.

Liu Jian took the initiative to dawdle on him, peeling off the resentment that had turned into clothes layer by layer, and moved her callused hands over his body.

"Why can't I take it off? Zhaohua, take it off yourself!" Liu Jian stomped her feet angrily.

But he was really drunk and mistook Feng Zhaohua's blushing for Hongsha.

Feng Zhaohua's mind was extremely clear at the moment.

He is thinking about a question now——

Do you want to take advantage of others?

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Solemn announcement: Feng Zhaohua is 1

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