Flashy Dream of Thunderbolt

Floating Life Meng Pavilion, Xian Lingxi, the owner of the Meng Pavilion is really incompetent. She has only stayed for a few days since it was established. The surrounding environment of the entire Meng Pavilion formation is dilapidated. The crows could not go around, all of this was in stark contrast to the gorgeous buildings in the array.

Yanxiu Bingxuan has lived a peaceful life in the past few years. Since the death of his mother Hanyuechan and his younger sister Rongyi, he felt the fragility and sadness of life for the first time.

Originally, the only word in his empty life was killing. In order to survive, killing is everything.He doesn't believe in people or the way of heaven, and he seeks the sad beauty of death aimlessly in war.Other than that, it's pointless.

He was a companion of bloody darkness, and he should have been alone.

He is called a non-demon madman, and he should have abandoned humanity.

But when he met Hua Se Han Guang Xian Ling Xi, Su Huan's right-hand man, he would save him!

The first time she saved him, he could understand that she wanted to use him to deal with the demon god.

What about the second time?He helped Su really kill Long Kuihai, which should have been worthless.

Su really saves Wuji, because Wuji is the right way.

So why did Xian Lingxi ask Su Zhenzhen to save him?

He killed so many people, so many that he didn't know the names or remember the faces of those who died under his hands.

In the battle with Wuji, both losers, Yanxiu Bingxuan holds the hairpin Xian Lingxi gave him, and under Su Huanzhen's guidance all the way to Fushengmengge, relying on the spiritual energy here to heal his injuries, his meridians were severed, and his martial arts were all lost. When I came here, I didn't see Xian Lingxi, but a note on the table and a purse embroidered with plum blossoms.

"When I come back, remember to help me clean up"

潦草的几个大字，还有那个幼稚的爱心，让本来觉得生活没有意义的炎熇兵燹突然有了揍人的冲动。

Did you save him to find a free handyman?

He opened the purse again, poured out the scattered silver taels inside, and added another small note: "Save and eat." This made Yanxiu Bingxuan very depressed for several days.

The only thing that made Yanxiong Bingxuan fortunate was that the formation outside was powerful enough, and all those who came to seek revenge on him were stopped by the formation.

When Xian Lingxi came back, Yan Xing Bingxun was lying on the chaise longue chair she had prepared for herself covered with soft feathers, holding a forbidden book called "Zhu × Blood" in his left hand, and he could not take his eyes off it.

"You will enjoy it." Xian Lingxi snatched the book and threw it back to Shenshang Zhiyu.

"Oh, you're back, I thought you had already been reincarnated. Give me that book, I haven't finished it yet." Yan Xingbing sat up abruptly, crossing his legs and looking at Xian Lingxi , stretched out a hand to ask Xian Lingxi for the forbidden book.

"Slap." Xian Lingxi slapped his outstretched hand and said, "No."

"Tsk tsk." Seeing that Xianlingxi refused to give it, Yanxiong Bingxuan no longer asked for it, he just looked at Xianlingxi with strange eyes and said: "I really can't tell, you can read this kind of book."

The lines in that book are full of blood and blood, and many methods of torturing people are crude and cruel.

"I haven't read it, I just have a hobby of collecting books." Xian Lingxi only knew that the master didn't show her the book, and she didn't know the content of the book.

When Chu Gu was born, the books she read and the worldview she accepted were all filtered by her master.

Seeing that she didn't want to lie, Yan Xing Bingxian also got off the chaise longue, and when he stood up straight he was a bit taller than Xian Lingxi.

"Sit down!" Xian Lingxi didn't want to raise her head to talk to him, so she pushed him down again.

Yanxiu Bingxuan was stunned by her, but now he looked up at Xianlingxi instead.

"That's right." Xian Lingxi looked down at him in satisfaction and said, "Let me help you heal?"

"My trauma has healed." Yanxiu Bingxuan felt that problems like meridians and qi seas could not be cured by Xian Lingxi.

No matter how powerful the doctor is, there is nothing he can do if his martial bones are crippled.

"Who said I'm going to treat external injuries, I'm here to help you restore Qihai, dredge meridians, and heal internal injuries."

"Can you restore my martial arts?"

Because of his excitement, Yanxiu Bingxuan's low and hoarse voice subconsciously amplified a few decibels, he grabbed Xian Lingxi's sleeve and pursed the corners of his mouth, but his heart was full of hope.

For a martial artist, losing all martial arts means that he is useless, even if he finds that Fushengmengge is like spring all the year round, and even makes him stop aging.

Martial arts can prolong people's lifespan. Those congenitals who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, the reason why their skin is so hydrated after living for so long is because of their high martial arts.

Yanxiu Bingxuan doesn't care about immortality, he cares about his own strength.

"Wow, can you not be so loud, it's just the two of us here." She was so frightened by Yanxiu Bingxian's sudden call that she almost started to defend him subconsciously.

Yanxiu Bingxuan has seen Xianlingxi's magical ability today, his injuries are enough to make the top doctor frown, but in front of Xianlingxi, it is like a small cold, she took out a bag from her bosom Feed him a elixir, and then lose to his powerful true qi.

And then... just fine?

It's so easy too!This woman is an absolute god!

Xian Lingxi clapped her hands and said, "Ha, it's cured. Now, I have some sad news for you. You will have to work hard for me for the rest of your life."

Yan Xing Bing mobilized his internal strength, felt the strength and complete sea of ​​energy in his body, moved his wrist, and looked more amiable towards Xian Lingxi: "It's okay, this Fushengmeng Pavilion is luxuriously and comfortably furnished, I am very satisfied. You are famous for your spells, I think, this kind of small matter of cleaning the room can be solved with a single spell, right?"

Xian Lingxi said solemnly: "I don't know how to use magic on this kind of thing."

"Why?"

"It's called style."

In the past few days, Yanxiu Bingxuan has a deep understanding of what kind of person Xianlingxi is, and his opinion of her has changed from a peerless master who can't even take care of herself to a fool who can't even take care of herself. Taking strange pills, putting countless treasures all over the floor, and even lying on the ground to draw strange patterns.

What a wonder.

If Yanxiu Bingxuan is a person who cannot save himself, then Xian Lingxi is a person who lets himself go.

It's obvious that people should pay attention to aloofness in front of others, but why did they look like this when they got home? For the first time, Yan Xing Bingxian felt that beauty is a creature that can only be seen from a distance.

Xian Lingxi has been doing serious things recently. The elixir is her newly refined arctic purple spirit elixir, the treasure is her new magic weapon, and the pattern drawn on the ground is for repairing the Floating Dream Pavilion. sketch.

God knows how hard she has been working lately.

Two people who don't know how to cook meet together, and when they are eating, she looks at Yanxiu Bingxuan, and Yanxiu Bingxuan looks at her, both of them have empty bowls in their hands, and in the end, they go out to eat ready-made ones.

snort!Eat plain rice.

There have been several major events in the Jianghu recently. One is that the heroic swordsman of Shu Dao acted as a female and abandoned the sword, and the other is that the peaks of the three religions attacked at the same time, and made a three-war agreement with Yekouyueren.

Xian Lingxi has been getting her tarot cards recently, and sometimes she will watch the sky at night, and even put out the eight diagrams.

Yanxiu Bingxuan sat beside her, watching her play with those gadgets in a godlike way, and picked up a human head to play with rather curiously: "I really doubt whether you are a person of the right way?"

The evil and holy things can be put together so harmoniously, and only Xian Lingxi can do it.

"Of course, these things are just tools, okay? What does it have to do with people's righteousness and evil? One of my favorite cloaks was given by the God of Death. By the way..." Speaking of clothes, Xian Lingxi thought of one. She looked at the old clothes on Yanxiong Bingxuan and said, "I'll make you two clothes some other time. The one you're wearing is too old. If you don't know it, you'll think I abused you."

The white clothes on Yanxiong Bingxuan's body were so old that they were beige, and he patched the holes on it casually, anyway, he had been nesting in the Fushengmeng Pavilion anyway, so he didn't care about it.

But since Xian Lingxi brought it up, Yanxiong Bingxuan also asked in response: "Do you know how to make clothes?"

"To be precise, I can change clothes out of thin air."

"Ok?"

Sunlight slipped in through the cracks in the window casement, Xian Lingxi pinched the thread that turned into golden light, the purple smoke rising from the incense burner flowed at her fingertips, and turned into exquisite silk and satin, Xian Lingxi used the slender Thin hands go through the needles and threads, and the movements are graceful and smooth. It is not so much a tailor as a dance.Soon, a piece of clothes was finished, Xian Lingxi threw the white clothes into Yanxi Bingxuan's hands, and continued to fiddle with her things with her head down.

Yanxiu Bingxuan with the new clothes in his hand stood in place and looked at Xianlingxi, then entered the back room without saying a word.

Laughing people say crazy, crazy is laughing at the world.

The flames of the world turn into non-demons, and non-demons, madmen and demons exhaust their troops.

Yanxiu Bingxuan didn't light the lamp, his animal eyes allowed him to see everything clearly in the dark, he peeked out in the dark to Xian Lingxi who was sitting outside in the sun, she was almost perfect except for being too naive, just look at Looking at her, it seemed that all the emotions of anticipation, confusion, and suspicion finally turned into tranquility.

Whatever, he has nothing but himself anyway.

Let's just live a boring life without killing and bloodshed.

Xian Lingxi didn't know Yanxiong Bingxian's careful thinking. When she opened the tarot cards and saw the devil's order, she closed her eyes as if she saw the red moon rising in the east.She stroked the face of the card, thinking about the meaning of the divination result, got eight characters, let go of her obsession, and then she was free.

She had a bad premonition, and then looked at the results of other divinations, and the results were the pattern of red plum, bloody, and Xiaji.

"No way, master..."

After changing his clothes, Yan Xing Bing came out, saw Xian Lingxi with a sad face, and asked, "What happened?"

Xian Lingxi held the demon card in her hand and said, "I have a bad feeling."

"Ha, is there anything else you're afraid of?"

Yanxiu Bingxuan walked over, he felt that it was inappropriate for Xianlingxi to sit on the ground like this, even though the floor was covered with a thick woolen blanket, he still felt awkward, so he took her arm and pulled her up, but he I saw the indelible sadness in Xian Lingxi's eyes.

"Naturally, if the obsession becomes deep, you will become a demon."

"Yo, it seems that you have an unknown story." Although Yanxiu Bingxiu's tone was relaxed, but when he saw whether Xianlingxi was really worried, he stroked her back and comforted her: "Annoying people, just kill them." Yes, what's the use of your calculations here."

"It's been a long time, who doesn't have one or two untold stories?" Xian Lingxi lamented, "It would be great if we could use force to solve it."

Xi Gusheng was definitely dead, Xian Lingxi couldn't get this matter wrong, but she felt the power of Master again.

The name of that power is—Xiebingwei.