After the villain's cultivation base is lost

The sun rises.

Le Zhengzhen jumped down from the boat in a hurry, it rained all night last night, the white mist and smog in the mountains, the black clothes seemed to fall into a snow cloud.

Le Zhengzhen came to Yanwen Mountain for the first time, and frowned slightly when he saw the mountains and plains in late autumn, but everything revived and the towering trees were lush.

Just as he was about to fall, he seemed to have hit a barrier in mid-air, and was almost ejected with a bang.

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

Le Zhengzhen struggled to stabilize his figure, without losing his inscrutable image, he landed at the entrance of Yanwen Mountain with a sullen face, and kicked the familiar Mahayana barrier.

"Let me in."

The barrier formed by the spiritual power of the Mahayana period is connected to his inner alchemy. If he wants to forcefully break the barrier, he can only kill Sheng Jiao.

Le Zhengzhen's face stinks to death.

Although he knew that Yan Jianglan was fine, he still couldn't feel completely at ease when he didn't see anyone else.

Soon, a flying thunder pattern flashed in the void at the entrance of the enchantment, and Ling Li realized that it was Le Zhengzhen, so he quietly opened a gap, signaling Le Zhengzhen to come in.

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

Lezheng Chen smiled but didn't smile: "I think Sect Master Sheng still doesn't understand that if you really want to join Jiang Lan, you need the approval of my Medicine Sect."

Even if he disregarded Yao Zong's wishes, at least he had to live up to his face, after all, Mrs. Wan was not an ordinary person to Yan Jianglan.

The barrier was quiet for a moment, and then the gap slowly spread out, forcibly turning the entrance of the barrier into a huge and imposing illusory gate.

Le Zhengzhen frowned.

This pie...

It's not like something Sheng Jiao would do.

Le Zhengzhen didn't think much about it, sneered, and walked into Yanwen Mountain.

After Sheng Jiao entered Yan Jianglan's nightmare, Le Zhengzhen rushed to Yan Wenshan non-stop, and finally arrived after traveling day and night.

It wasn't long before Yan Jianglan and Sheng Jiao returned to Yanwen Mountain. Le Zhengzhen thought that the mountain would be a mess of ruins if there were no people living there for a long time, but the more he went up, the more spiritual power around him became stronger.

Overnight, Yanwen Mountain was no longer the sinking ruins of the past, but an excellent cave full of strong spiritual power.

That prodigal son Sheng Jiao... actually used his original spiritual power to create a gathering spirit formation in Yanwen Mountain.

Le Zhengzhen was amazed, and felt that Sect Master Sheng had really spent a lot of money.

There are moss all over the mountain steps, because of the emerald green of the spiritual power, it adds a bit of ancient charm for no reason, and it is no longer as defeated and bleak as before.

Le Zhengzhen finally climbed up Yanwen Mountain by stepping on thousands of steps.

It is completely different from the imagination, the top of Yanwen Mountain has been rebuilt, and the spiritual power of Youya Cave Mansion is indiscriminate. On closer inspection, it is not a spirit mustard, but the building in the spiritual weapon has been torn off the restraint, and it is directly located on the foundation.

Silver screen and golden house, jade masonry and carved railings.

——Sect Master Sheng probably spent half of his life's savings on building this Guidian Lan Palace for Yan Jianglan.

Le Zhengzhen looked at it in surprise. If he didn't know what Yan Wenshan had encountered before, he would have thought that this was a simple and simple cave that was about the same age as Yaozong.

Suddenly, there was a sound of water not far away.

Le Zhengzhen followed the prestige, and saw Sheng Jiao dressed in black brocade, with his long hair combed in an orderly fashion, his demeanor still stern and calm, his face like sinking water, as if he was making decisions about other people's life and death decisions.

The five fingers with well-defined joints are broad and strong, as if everything is under his control.

Sheng Jiao's posture was indifferent, his every move was like a painting, he reached out his hand to hold the water ladle like a sword, and sprinkled a ladle of water under the newly planted osmanthus tree.

——Sect Master Sheng is watering.

Le Zhengzhen rolled his eyes. After all these years, he still felt that Sheng Jiao's love was pretending to be inscrutable, so Yan Jianglan was deceived by his high-altitude flower skin.

"Where's Jiang Lan?" Le Zhengzhen didn't even want to greet Sheng Jiao, so he cut to the chase.

Sheng Jiao put down the ladle, looked at him coldly, "He's fine."

Le Zhengzhen frowned: "You are so courageous, aren't you afraid of collapsing Langzhen's illusion and trapping you in it forever?"

Sheng Jiao was not afraid.

When he asked Yan Jianglan the words "Does living make you feel painful" and "Do you want to be free", once Yan Jianglan gave him an affirmative answer without thinking, Sheng Jiao would stay with him forever in the dark without saying a word. wandering in.

Le Zhengzhen gave him a cold look, thinking that he was really crazy.

But thanks to Sheng Jiao's madness, Yan Jianglan was forcibly dragged back from the abyss by him.

Le Zhengzhen followed the direction pointed by Sheng Jiao towards the Genglan Pavilion, which was heavily restricted by barriers, and looked slightly sideways. Sect Master Sheng was holding a small water ladle to water the little osmanthus tree seriously. .

A feeling of emotion emerged in Le Zhengzhen's heart for no reason.

After so many years, the two finally came together.

Le Zhengzhen turned around and pushed open the door and strode in.

A medicine garden opened in the courtyard of Genglanxie. Because he was not sure what spiritual grass to plant, Sheng Jiao didn't interfere much, and waited for Yan Jianglan to plant it himself when he was in the mood.

Under an osmanthus tree, Yan Jianglan was lying on a rocking chair with a black crane cloak on his body, smelling the scent of osmanthus flowers around him and falling asleep.

It was cooler in the mountains in late autumn, and the morning sun shone on his body, giving him a hint of warmth. Yan Jianglan probably fell asleep for a while, and a small layer of decayed osmanthus flowers had fallen on the black crane cloak on his body.

There is a bamboo weaving on the side, which is used to pick up the fallen osmanthus.

Le Zhengzhen looked at the peace and relaxation in Yan Jianglan's eyes, and finally let go of the breath he had been holding so tightly.

"Jianglan?"

Yan Jianglan frowned slightly, turned sideways on the rocking chair, and muttered: "Noisy, get up."

"Don't sleep." Le Zhengzhen rushed over day and night, not to watch Yan Jianglan sleep, he stretched out his hand to pinch Yan Jianglan's nose, and said, "Sleep in the morning, then you can sleep at night ?"

Except for Le Zhengzhen, no one else could do pinching someone's nose to wake him up.

Yan Jianglan knocked off Le Zhengzhen's hand like a cat, and regained consciousness slightly, but he didn't want to open his eyes, and said vaguely, "Brother, I don't want to move."

"Why don't you want to move?" Lezheng tugged at him, "Is this how Yan Wenshan treats guests?"

Yan Jianglan couldn't hold back, and let out a "puchi" laugh.

He finally opened his eyes, and the emptiness in his eyes had disappeared, as if he had returned to the heartless and flamboyant before.

Yan Jianglan stretched on the rocking chair, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Then what should I do, I still want the 'guest' to cook a medicinal meal for me."

Le Zhengchen glared at him: "Are you interested too?"

Yan Jianglan was still smiling.

Seeing that all the haze on his face had dissipated, and he didn't have the madness and despair that he had glimpsed at that time, Le Zhengzhen was slightly relieved, and reluctantly "do as you please" and cook for him to make medicinal meals.

Yan Jianglan laughed so hard that he was almost swayed by the rocking chair, and his thoughts of going back to sleep were completely lost.

He got up from the rocking chair, spread the collected sweet-scented osmanthus with layers of sugar, and made a pot of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus.

Le Zhengzhen carried a bunch of medicinal materials with him, even pots and pans, and he was not polite, and forcibly requisitioned an empty room as a kitchen, cooking medicinal meals for sick people in full swing.

Yan Jianglan moved a small bench and sat there pointing at his chin to watch Le Zhengzhen hurrying back and forth: "Brother?"

"Just say something, don't be a mother-in-law."

"You don't want to leave now, it will be the tenth day of October in a few days." Yan Jianglan shook his feet lazily, "Sheng Jiao and I will come to have a meal with friends from Zhuxingzhai, oh yes I also dug under the tree in my parents' yard the good wine they buried when I was born."

Le Zhengzhen paused his hand and looked at him quietly.

Yan Jianglan smiled obediently at him.

"Yan Xiaoling." Le Zhengzhen said coldly, "Do you take me for a fool?"

Yan Jianglan's face was full of innocence, he didn't know why his good brother cursed him.

Le Zhengzhen sneered.

If you want to have a meal with someone from Zhuxingzhai, then you simply want to hold a marriage ceremony;

There is also buried good wine, which is probably the good wine that Yan Hanque and his wife plan to dig out and drink when they wait for Yan Jianglan to get married and get married.

Having said so much, between the lines is beating around the bush to ask for affiliation.

"Didn't you say you can't do it?" Le Zhengzhen threw the knife impatiently, "Why did it change again?"

Yan Jianglan lowered his eyebrows skillfully, with a hint of sadness and embarrassment that was still exposed despite his efforts to hide: "I was in a daze before, and I couldn't even remember what I said or did. I'm sorry brother, I'm too fickle It’s useless, brother, punish me, I promise I won’t yell if I suffer.”

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

Le Zhengzhen never took Yan Jianglan's tricks, and when he heard this, he held the knife expressionlessly: "Okay, stretch out your claws."

The pain on Yan Jianglan's face froze for a moment, and he said with a dry smile, "Brother, brother, why are you talking nonsense?"

Le Zhengzhen reached out with a grinning grin to grab his claws and chop them off for medicine, Yan Jianglan jumped up, rushed out of the small kitchen whining, and disappeared in a flash.

Le Zhengzhen glared at the puppy-like back who was having fun, and continued to cook the medicinal meal cursing.

Even in the past 12 years, Yan Jianglan is still very familiar with every inch of Yanwen Mountain. He flew through the air in a few jumps like he did when he was a teenager, and landed silently on a laurel tree.

The osmanthus tree that had just been planted was so small that he almost knocked it sideways.

"Sect Master Sheng." Yan Jianglan tried his best to stabilize his figure on the small tree branch, and with a drawn out voice, he smiled at Sheng Jiaoyan who was still watering below, "You are so virtuous."

Upstairs, cave mansions can be repaired, downhill, trees can be planted and watered, and Yan Jianglan has done nothing, and Sheng Jiao can do everything in Yan Wenshan.

Sheng Jiao ignored him and continued to water with a small water ladle.

Yan Jianglan leaped down from the tree with a graceful posture, and the black crane cloak and scarlet clothes on his body fluttered and intertwined, standing in front of Sheng Jiao who was about to splash water.

Sheng Jiao finally raised his eyes and looked at him lightly.

"do not move."

Yan Jianglan told him, leaned forward slightly and stretched out two index fingers to poke the corners of Sheng Jiao's lips and gently pick them forward, as if to forcefully put on a smile with hooked lips.

But Sheng Jiao's expression was indifferent, and the corners of his lips were forcibly poked upwards, making him look neither fish nor fowl.

Sheng Jiao let him poke for a while before reaching out to stop Yan Jianglan: "What do you want to do?"

"Look at you laughing." Yan Jianglan muttered in a low voice, he poked it twice again, and said with a sad face, "Why is it different? It doesn't feel right, just smile."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Ever since Yan Jianglan woke up, those hazes and fears were completely replaced by clusters of flowers in the illusion, and his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful.

Yan Jianglan, who had recovered to his original state, couldn't stop for a moment, and after a long while of tenderness with Sheng Jiao, he suddenly started arguing for Sheng Jiao to laugh.

"Laugh." Yan poked his two index fingers up and hooked the corners of his lips, showing a bright and lively smile, "Like me."

Sheng Jiao would not smirk like him and keep silent.

"Didn't it mean that I want to live on my own as I please?" Yan Jiang said a lot of reasoning, "I'm following my heart now, and my heart says that I want to see me smile, and you are satisfied." Satisfy me?"

Sheng Taoist couple: "..."