After the villain's cultivation base is lost

After a good time, the boat was beaten twice by Xi Jianglan, and it was almost falling apart.

The moon has set.

With the gurgling water in the sky, the boat suddenly turned into the size of a peach pit, and fell straight into the palm of Xi Jianglan.

Sheng Jiao hugged him and landed on the long street without saying a word.

Xi Jianglan played with the nuclear boat as if nothing had happened, a lock of hair-like purple spiritual power slowly penetrated into the painting boat that had shrunk countless times.

"San Geng Xue" has really merged with the painting boat, and the pattern like tree roots has been enlarged and stretched, like growing vines densely all over the painting boat, taking root inch by inch.

It is easy to fuse phase lines, but if you want to separate from such dead things again, it may be even more difficult.

Xi Jianglan was thoughtful, and moved his five fingers nimbly, making the peach pits fly up and down at the knuckles, making his fingers slender and pale.

Sheng Jiaoheng hugged him as he walked through the long street of Aiqidao where people come and go, with such an "indiscreet" posture, but the passers-by didn't seem to notice, and didn't even glance at him.

Sect Master Sheng still has to face.

Heng Yudu was able to deal with the mess in Eqidao, and Sheng Jiao brought Xi Jianglan back to Wuyin City with a blank expression.

Leaving from the Water Wave Barrier to the shore of Changchuan, there was a slight jolt, and Xi Jianglan leaned against Sheng Jiao's arms and muttered, but he didn't know what to say.

It was already midnight, and the moonlight was pouring down, like the heavy snowfall in the daytime.

Changchuan murmurs, frogs and cicadas sing.

Sheng Jiao looked down at the person in his arms, startled for a moment.

Strange to say, just now it was clear that the two of them were at war with each other as if they were going to die, but Xi Jianglan seemed to have forgotten the fear of being killed, with his hands curled up in his waist and abdomen, he was already sleeping soundly in Sheng Jiao's arms.

Six years of fleeing seems to have not changed Xi Jianglan's appearance much. He still seems to be flamboyant, as heartless and nonsense as he was when he was young, which makes people love and hate him.

But at this moment, he was sleeping peacefully, his eyebrows and eyes softened, and even the arrogance and hatefulness that he had pretended seemed to melt into his sleeping face, making him look extraordinarily gentle and well-behaved.

Sheng Jiao was standing on the bank of the empty Changchuan, looking down at him.

Perhaps it was too hot after the summer solstice in Wuyin City, Xi Jianglan raised his hand and brushed away the sweaty hair on his face, and opened his lips as if to mutter something.

"Sheng..."

Sheng Jiao was about to walk away when he heard the word sound and stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and listened slightly.

For Xi Jianglan, perhaps only when he is asleep can he see his sincerity buried deep in his heart.

Finally, Sheng Jiao finally heard Xi Jianglan say softly:

"Why has Sect Master Sheng been peeping at me?"

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Xi Jianglan opened his eyes, filled with narrow smiles.

Where is the half sleepiness?

Sheng Jiao subconsciously turned his gaze away, but only after he moved did he realize that if this were the case, wouldn't Xi Jianglan's nonsense be more substantiated?

Seeing Sheng Jiao's eyes froze, Xi Jianglan couldn't help laughing out loud.

Sheng Jiao's face was like frost, and his hands suddenly exerted force.

Xi Jianglan was caught off guard and was thrown out by him. He staggered and swung a wave of spiritual power, only then struggled to stabilize his figure, and landed on the ground as light as a swallow.

— and there was nothing wrong with his legs.

Sheng Jiao stared at his lips, then at his legs, his pupils shrank slightly, probably because he was out of breath, he looked at Xi Jianglan indifferently for a moment, then walked away.

Xi Jianglan couldn't stop laughing at all. Seeing that he was so anxious that he lost his demeanor, he finally regained the feeling of getting along with him back then.

The previous "stubborn" who could suppress him with nowhere to hide, seemed to be another stranger.

"Don't be angry." Xi Jianglan followed without remembering, "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, don't go so fast, my legs really hurt, I can't keep up."

Sheng Jiao gave him a cold look.

Xi Jianglan felt guilty when he looked at him, and coughed dryly: "...Then I have no choice but to. Your Xiezhizong's search order has spread all over the thirteen prefectures. If I am not smarter, I will soon Have you been caught and wiped your neck? You have to be considerate of me."

Sheng Jiao didn't want to be considerate, so he continued to move forward.

Xi Jianglan chased after him again: "Really, I'm serious, I didn't mean to smear your innocence for nothing, or I made up, made up some love history, and talking about those..."

Zhuxingzhai once had a "spectacle" that was regarded as "the unsolved mystery of Tianyan Academy Zhuxingzhai" by everyone, and it was amazing when it was mentioned.

——That was the quarrel between Xi Jue and Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao was jokingly called "Saw-mouthed Gourd" by Zhuxingzhai. Even if it was a big matter, Master Tiandao couldn't let Master Tiandao say a word, and even normal communication became a problem.

But Xi Jue didn't know where the supernatural power came from, and he was able to quarrel with this saw-mouthed gourd by himself.

...and every time they quarreled with sincerity and reason, they rattled towards the silent Sheng Jiao like singing a one-man show, and sometimes they would throw themselves on their backs in anger.

Sheng Jiao never quarreled with him.

Even if Xi Jue was extremely noisy, he just frowned, pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and when he got angry, he just stared.

Everyone in Zhuxingzhai was amazed every time they looked at the posture. Six people sat in a row on the wall to watch the fun, guessing how the two communicated and quarreled with each other.

After six years, Xi Jianglan reverted to his old ways, chasing after Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao was probably annoyed, he paused, and tapped Xi Jiang's appendix with his slender fingers.

Xi Jianglan was arguing vigorously, and was caught off guard, and all the arguments in his mouth turned into...

"My heart is not a cold stone, love grows after a long time..."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

The forgotten shame and embarrassment suddenly appeared and attacked him frantically.

Xi Jianglan's ears were flushed, and he removed the restraint on his lips with the "abandoned fairy bone", his eyes were lowered, as if he was sorting out the shame that was about to be crushed by embarrassment.

It seems that there is a condescending gaze falling on the top of the head.

Sheng Jiao was looking at him.

— as a winner.

"Good, Sheng Wuzhuo." Xi Jianglan looked at his bare toes curled up slightly, and thought to himself expressionlessly, "After six years, you have cultivated to such a level that you are invulnerable."

He had to change his tactics, otherwise he would be overwhelmed by Sheng Jiao and unable to stand up.

Xi Jianglan didn't know what bad idea he had in mind, and after a while he calmed down and raised his head, only to realize that this place was actually at the entrance of the alley of helplessness.

Sheng Jiao seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said concisely: "Leaving for Zhongzhou tomorrow."

Xi Jianglan was thoughtful.

That means there is one more night.

The two walked to Twelve Houses at the end of the alley one after the other.

Xi Jianglan opened the dilapidated door and turned sideways to let Sheng Jiao in.

For some reason, facing the dark and dilapidated residence that looked like a haunted house, Xi Jianglan, who had always been cheeky, suddenly felt a little inexplicably embarrassed.

Sheng Jiao is already the suzerain of the Xiezhi sect, with a high position and authority;

But he lingered in a dirty corner.

The difference between cloud and mud is nothing more than that.

The lights were dimly lit, illuminating the narrow and cramped medical hall.

The medicine cabinet is full of messy gadgets, the box containing a pile of fake jade orders that have not been carved is still half open, and there are cobwebs in the corners of the room. It doesn't look like a place where people live at all.

Sheng Jiao glanced around and frowned fiercely.

"Sect Master Sheng, sit whatever you want." Xi Jianglan knew that he was seriously ill, so he forced a dry smile at him, and added, "...that guy Feng Yu must have made this for me, and you know him too, what kind of conspiracy Ghosts and ghosts are all put in the bag, and his Zhuxingzhai's residence is also very messy, I don't like to play with him-I'll tidy it up, soon."

As he said that, Xi Jianglan rushed to the table where there was a pile of sundries, and swept it with his sleeve indiscriminately, and the sundries jingled and clanged, and all the sundries were thrown into a pile in the corner.

The table is instantly clean.

Xi Jianglan clapped his hands and smiled obediently at Sheng Jiao.

Indicates that it is packed.

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sure enough.

Probably aware of Sheng Jiao's disgust, the smile on Xi Jianglan's face froze for a moment.

He tried his best to suppress the subtle embarrassment in his heart, squeezed his wide sleeves tightly with five fingers, and felt the peach pit in his palm, as if changing the subject, he hurriedly said: "Sect Master Sheng can peel the "Three Geng Xue" from this painting boat down? "

Sheng Jiao frowned: "I can't."

How can the meridians of the human body be stripped out and returned to the human body when the phase pattern is fused with the dead thing?

Even if Tianyan Academy randomly grabs a child and asks, he will know the answer.

Xi Jianglan's eyes dimmed instantly.

Sheng Jiao was still standing by the door, as if he didn't want to stay in such a messy place overnight, his eyes fell on the pile of debris, and he frowned slightly.

"I……"

Xi Jianglan's face became even uglier, and he seemed to want to say something, but he pursed his lips and left only one sentence: "Sect Master Sheng, do as you please."

After all, he fled to the backyard almost in embarrassment.

Sheng Jiao was looking at the fake seal with the uncarved Xiezhi pattern in the corner. Seeing the ugly face, he staggered away and subconsciously took a step forward.

He seemed to want to explain, hesitated for a long time, and then withdrew his slightly raised hand.

Five Tianyan beads came out of his sleeve, and circled around Sheng Jiao a few times, as if impatient why he didn't send the guilty person down to heaven.

Sheng Jiao's eyes were indifferent, he stretched out his finger to touch the Tianyan Pearl, and gave an order.

Tianyan Pearl is a spiritual weapon gifted by Tianyan, which is obsessed and sought after by thousands of people, and is extremely noble.

But at this moment, the five beads froze for a moment in mid-air, and it took a long time before they began to tremble...

Scattered to every corner of the medical hall, cleaning up the debris and cobwebs shamefully and angrily.

In the backyard, Xi Jianglan picked a bunch of sweet-scented osmanthus and ate it. He sat by the small pond and stared at the koi in the water with his eyes down. What are you thinking.

The black cat emerged from the back of his neck and landed quietly and gracefully.

It licked its paw and said, "Why, you know it's embarrassing?"

The black cat has been with Xi Jianglan for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen the heartless Xi Jianglan look so lonely and sad.

Xi Jianglan blinked his eyes lightly, and said blankly, "What?"

"You." The black cat jumped to his side and sneered, "When Sheng Jiao's disgusted eyes showed just now, your expression was unprecedented..."

Before it could speak, its peripheral vision fell on the water surface of the small pond.

That was not a reflection, but a phantom circle that could glimpse the front courtyard hospital.

In the dirty and dilapidated medical hall, Sheng Jiao stood expressionlessly in front of the table, putting away a few scattered prescriptions with his slender fingers.

——One was obviously bigger than the others, he hesitated for a moment, pulled out that piece of paper and put it aside alone, only then did he feel comfortable.

All around Tian Yanzhu worked tirelessly to clean up the mess with spiritual power, and the place he passed was as clean as new in an instant.

Xi Jianglan stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the sweet-scented osmanthus in his palm, his fox-like eyes slightly curved, and he smiled maliciously.

"It seems that Sheng Jiao really took the trick of showing weakness, and even helped me clean it up. Tsk, it's decided, and I'll use this to deal with him later——huh? What did you just say, unprecedented... what?"

Black Cat: "..."

The black cat was silent for a long time, probably scolding itself for believing in this person's trick again.

It said faintly: "...unprecedented thick-skinned."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan didn't bother to pay attention to it, and turned his head to glance at the peach pit beside him.

The black cat licked its lips, stared at the peach pit with burning eyes, and kicked its feet like a black shadow rushed up.

Xi Jianglan raised his hand casually, letting it miss, and said lazily, "What's the trouble?"

The black cat gracefully jumped back to the ground, dissatisfied: "Even if it is a heaven-level Xiangwen, it is useless to fuse with this mustard seed magic weapon. The left and right can't be separated. Why don't you give me a bite."

Xi Jianglan let out a "puchi" laugh, and gently pinched the small peach pit between his two fingers, wisps of purple spiritual power poked out from his fingertips like vines.

The few remaining "abandoned fairy bones" slowly drilled into the narrow and delicate painting boat.

The moment the spiritual power in the meridians is exhausted, backlash will follow, but Xi Jianglan seems not to be afraid at all, and is still consuming the purple spiritual power of the "abandoned fairy bone".

The black cat always felt that Xi Jianglan's smile was malicious, so he frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xi Jianglan touched its head with a soft and gentle tone.

"Who says it can't be separated?"

The black cat was taken aback.