After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Sheng Jiao was not treated by Le Zhengzhen, and he was not even allowed to enter Luozhen Garden, so he stood alone outside the garden under Baihe Songxia.

He seemed used to waiting.

Feng Yu was so anxious that he jumped up and down, ran out of Luozhen Garden, and circled around Sheng Jiao: "When did you owe Le Zhengzhen so many spirit stones? Sheng Jiao, Sheng Wuzhuo, Sheng Sect Master?"

He turned around again, jumping up and down anxiously: "How about I help you pay off the debt, and tell me what happened?"

Sheng Jiao: "..."

The door of Luozhenyuan was opened, and Xi Jianglan walked out.

Le Zhengzhen's angry screams could be faintly heard from the inner room, as if he was still arguing with Mrs. Wan to die and not go out.

Xi Jianglan didn't care whether Le Zhengzhen followed or not, he strolled over with his hands behind his waist, approached Sheng Jiao with a playful smile, and shouted crisply: "Sheng Wuzhuo!"

Sheng Jiao looked at him indifferently.

He was so angry and wanted to eat people just now, why did he change his face in less than a quarter of an hour?

Feng Yu hurriedly grabbed Xi Jianglan and said, "You know that Sheng Jiao owes Le Zhengzheng... Bah, Le, little poisonous thing about a large sum of spirit stones? A total of 30 spirit stones!"

Xi Jianglan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "So many? No wonder Sect Master Sheng didn't even buy any spirit stones for the boat."

"Yeah, yeah." Seeing that Xi Jianglan didn't know, Feng Yu leaned forward and whispered to him, "Go and ask Sheng Jiao what's going on, I'm so anxious. Go, if you ask him, he will definitely say .”

Xi Jianglan was very happy, like a miser who got a good thing and secretly had fun, he glanced at Feng Yu, and said with disgust, "Why are you joining in on their business?"

Feng Yu: "?"

Don't you have such a nasty face when you join in the fun with me?

Seeing the two whispering to each other, Sheng Jiao frowned and said, "Are you poisoned?"

When he asked just now, Xi Jianglan was still furious and anxious, but now his appearance changed completely, and he said with a smile: "Yeah, why, are you worried about me?"

Sheng Jiao automatically ignored his flirting words: "What poison?"

Xi Jianglan opened his mouth to spit out a series of nonsense, but he hesitated for a moment, and abruptly changed the subject: "I won't tell you."

Sheng Jiao frowned.

Even if he asked again, Xi Jue would just tell a lie to prevaricate.

That's okay, so that Sheng Jiao won't expose him in front of outsiders again.

Feng Yu was stunned, frowned and said, "Are you poisoned? What kind of poison, who gave it, how long can you live, what about the little poison, is there any cure?"

"It can be cured." Xi Jianglan picked up the answer and said, "I need the "drawing around" of the southern border, and I will go to the southern border with Le Zhengzhen tomorrow. "

Feng Yu frowned: "What kind of poison is it? I remember that "Yinhuazhuan" is highly poisonous, fighting poison with poison? "

"Fool." Xi Jianglan said, "I didn't even tell Sheng Jiao, how could I tell you the truth, can you believe me?"

Feng Yu: "..."

Xi Jianglan forgot his righteousness when he saw the color, and left his good brother to circle around Sheng Jiao, Sheng Wuzhuo and Sheng Wuzhuo kept screaming.

Sheng Jiao thought he was noisy and said, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning, madam will stay me in Medicine Sect for one night."

Sheng Jiao grabbed him and left.

Le Zhengzhen rejected Sheng Jiao so much, not to mention keeping him overnight at the Medicine Sect, even asking him to meditate outside would be considered unlucky, if Fang Xi was in the Medicine Sect alone, Sheng Jiao would have to run to the south to arrest him tomorrow morning.

Xi Jianglan was imprisoned and walked out, he was not angry, but smiled: "Sheng Wuzhuo, are you planning to bring me back to Xiezhizong?"

Sheng Jiao remained silent.

Feng Yu followed up: "I won't go."

While being dragged away, Xi Jianglan tried his best to turn around and look back. He was shocked and said: "You don't want to watch the fun anymore?!"

Feng Yu almost rolled his eyes: "My father called me home and said he had something important to do."

Feng Chongyang?

Xi Jianglan frowned slightly, and said with a half-smile: "Okay, you go back first. Tomorrow we will take a dry fish boat to the south at Chenshi."

Feng Yu looked at him strangely: "Didn't I just say no?"

Xi Jianglan just grinned and didn't answer.

As soon as Sheng Jiao led Xi Jianglan out of the Medicine Sect, Le Zhengzhen chased him out angrily, and said sharply, "Xi Jue! You don't want to drag me to the south!"

General Xi waved his hands at him without looking back: "Dried fish will be on the boat at tomorrow's hour."

Le Zhengzhen: "—Fuck your father!"

Xi Jianglan laughed and slipped away.

The Medicine Sect Life Gate slowly closed.

Mrs. Wan was dressed in white and stood at the entrance of the Yaozong, watching Xi Jianglan and the others walking down the mountain steps in a disorderly manner, their figures gradually hidden in the thick green shade.

For some reason, she silently shed a few more tears, wiped them away gently, and turned to look at the herbs in the medicine garden.

There are all kinds of herbs and poisonous flowers in the garden. Mrs. Wan is going to see if the yuba can sprout new buds, when a spiritual power comes out of the ground silently, turning into a shadowy human figure standing in front of her. Next to the poisonous flower.

Mrs. Wan squatted down to look at the dry soil, and said in a low voice, "He's back, you should be so worried."

Men, women and children could not be seen from that figure, their voices were messy, and they could vaguely be heard to be laughing.

"Madam Wan, do you still think he is really innocent?"

Mrs. Wan squeezed out the yuba seeds that had turned into stones in the soil, and crushed the seeds with a slight movement of her fingertips. She said coldly, "You are used to killing people with knives, how can I trust you?"

"He's just a little fox." The man smiled softly, "How many families and elders in Zhongzhou have died in his hands these years, will he pay off these blood debts?"

Mrs. Wan turned her head abruptly, her always gentle eyes were almost fierce.

"...Now he is desperate to get close to Sheng Jiao." The man was still laughing, "It's just in time for him to come back. Back then, Sheng Jiao's Tian Yanzhu concluded that he was related to the massacre of the Xi family, so I will take this The whole matter fell on his head, Xie Zhi's patriarchal clan is not merciful, Sheng Jiao will kill him for me, so as to avoid future troubles."

Madam Wan sternly said, "How dare you?!"

The voices of men, women and children laughed together, messy and scary: "I dare, why don't I dare?"

Suddenly a circle of spiritual power rippled from Mrs. Wan's body, and it swept away with a loud bang, shaking all the medicines in the huge pharmacy into powder, and even the divine sense of trespassing in the medicine sect.

Madam Wan said coldly: "If you are not afraid of death, then give it a try."

The figure flickered on and off twice, and then disappeared after a few strange laughs.

Mrs. Wan stood alone in a messy medicine garden, not moving for a long time.

***

Feng Yu wandered outside for a few days, and returned to Feng's house scratching his heart with two unfinished entertainments in his hands.

Feng's house is covered with yin qi, the hot summer is even more chilling than the cold winter, no one dares to live for several miles around, and there are wandering ghosts everywhere.

Feng Yu was still thinking about what happened to Le Zhengzhen and Sheng Jiao, and what kind of poison Xi Jue had been poisoned, so he went to the Tianyan Temple of Feng's family muttering.

Feng Chongyang stood alone beside the incense-filled tablet, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Feng Yu was inexplicably afraid of his father, coughed lightly, and knelt on the futon obediently: "Father, what do you need to ask me?"

With his back turned to him, Feng Chongyang stared at the two short and one long incense sticks in silence for a long time, then raised his hand to burn another stick of incense.

After a while, there were still two shorts and one long.

Bad omen.

Feng Yu knelt until his knees felt uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to say anything, he could only watch helplessly as his father seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, inserting incense back and forth three or four times.

Finally, Feng Chongyang put out the incense, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Have you seen Xi Jue?"

Feng Yu nodded, full of doubts in his heart.

Is this what his father said?

"I have something, you can help me take it to Wen Zhangzun." Feng Chongyang said suddenly.

"The head of the academy?" Feng Yu was at a loss, "Isn't the head of the house retreating in the southern border?"

The previous head of Tianyan Academy, named Wen Gubai, was born in a great family in the southern region. He was a man of justice, gentleness and kindness. When the entire Xi family was slaughtered, he also fell with the head of Zhongzhou at that time.

Because of the lessons learned by the Xi family, the Zhongzhou aristocratic family thought twice, and simply pushed Wen Gubai to the position of lord, to be in charge of the affairs of the thirteen prefectures.

"En." Feng Chongyang said, "Go to the southern border."

Feng Yu froze for a moment, then nodded happily: "Okay, okay."

Feng Chongyang handed the small box containing the ghost pattern talisman to Feng Yu, and while Feng Yu was not paying attention, a small paper man the size of a palm quietly slipped into Feng Yu's wrist, stuck to the inside of the forearm and melted into the blood of his bones.

Feng Yu didn't know anything, took the box and saluted respectfully, and was about to leave.

Feng Chongyang looked at the happy look of his silly son, and suddenly said: "Don't tell."

Feng Yu turned around: "Father?"

Feng Chongyang was silent for a long time before he said, "How is your relationship with Xi Jue...?"

Feng Yu snorted coldly, wanting to say who had friendship with that little liar, but when he looked up, he saw Feng Chongyang's expression was inexplicably serious—although normally he couldn't see through his moody father, but at this time But it is different.

Feng Yu hesitated for a moment, then pinched his nose and reluctantly said: "Let's be a little friendly, it can barely be called a father's kindness and a son's filial piety."

Feng Chongyang: "..."

Feng Yu almost slapped himself, and within two days of reuniting with Xi Jue, his mouth was full of obscenities. He was afraid that Feng Chongyang would beat him up, so he hurriedly tried to make amends: "I know Xi Jue well, and we get along very well. ... best friend."

After he finished speaking, he was about to vomit, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.

Feng Chongyang's eyes moved slightly, and he stared at Feng Yu for a long time.

It was so long that Feng Yu almost thought that he was really going to be beaten, only to see his father said with a complicated expression: "Well, let's go."

Feng Yu was taken aback for a moment, and as if he was being pardoned, he took a few steps back and ran away.

Fortunately, Xi Jue told the time and place of departure tomorrow, so he could just take a boat ride and have some fun.

***

Since Xi Jianglan didn't reject Xiezhizong, Sheng Jiao didn't deliberately push him back to Sheng's house, and walked back to Xiezhizong with a blank expression on his face.

Xi Jianglan was so tired that he fell asleep again, and curled up skillfully in Sheng Jiao's arms, holding on to the hem of his clothes and refusing to let go.

Hearing that the suzerain is coming back, Juan Xunfang rushed to greet him, seeing the vixen in the suzerain's arms, he just twitched his cheeks, not as angry as before.

"Sovereign, those who try to destroy Shen Tian's amnesty today... how should we deal with it?"

Sheng Jiao's face was expressionless: "The one who did it will be killed, and the one who didn't do it will be expelled from the Xiezhi sect."

"Yes." Juan Xunfang nodded, hesitated and said again, "It is reasonable to say that Yingzhuo cannot escape the involvement of Eqidao in the matter of buying and selling Xiangwen, but the Xiezhizong did not find any involvement with Yingjia clue."

Ying Zhuo is smart, he uses puppets to do everything, once the puppet is exposed, he will be killed on the spot, without any clues.

Sheng Jiao nodded and said he understood.

Juan Xunfang wanted to report other things, but later realized that Sect Master Sheng was still holding someone, so he hurriedly lowered his head to send Sheng Jiao back to Qingcheng Building.

The little fox surnamed Xi was very delicate. He frowned as soon as he was placed on the hard stone bed by Sheng Jiao, and raised his hand to hook Sheng Jiao's neck indiscriminately to stick it up. He would rather be hugged than lie on the hard bed.

He muttered, "I'm so flustered."

Sheng Jiao pressed him down forcefully, pushed his hand away and turned to leave.

Not only the stone bed was hard, but even the pillows were hard. Xi Jianglan turned over with a frown, and the earrings on his ears collided with the jade pillow, almost breaking the necklace clasp.

Xi Jianglan was dizzy from the shock, and he woke up clutching his head in pain.

The back of the neck felt numb, and the "Endless Period" emerged as a black mist.

The black cat was laying on the cold stone bed, cursing on its last breath, "Your life and mine are connected, so you are not afraid that that person will really kill me?"

"If you were killed so easily, what is the "endless period"? "Xi Jianglan took off the Yingluo buttons, sat cross-legged on the bed to adjust, and said casually, "But your good days are coming to an end, Mrs. Wan has found the antidote, and I will really kill you in a few days, hee hee. "

The black cat exploded instantly: "I have saved you many times over the years! You must not be ungrateful!"

Xi Jianglan probably thought he was noisy, so he fumbled around in his arms, and took out an uneaten Epiphyllum japonica from somewhere.

Yu Tanhua's breath permeated instantly, and the black cat was so smoked that it immediately vomited and almost spit out its lungs.

"Ugh..." the black cat said wearily, "No wonder every time you eat the epiphyllum, I will be weak for a long time."

It turned out that Epiphyllum Yu was actually one of the antidote to "Endless Period".

Xi Jianglan slowly picked another petal, and he was about to put it to his mouth to eat, when the black cat rushed up and knocked off the petal with its paw.

"Don't eat it!" The black cat was about to cry, as if looking at a ungrateful man, "Do you really want me to die, you are so cruel!"

Xi Jianglan was not angry, and said slowly: "You are becoming more and more poisonous now, and your spirit body has already been revealed. Le Zhengzhen has a good temper, but he didn't kill you by choking, but if Sheng Jiao saw it, he might A thunderbolt will smash you into powder, and then I will be implicated and die together."

Black Cat: "..."

Lezhengzhen, that dog has a good temper, isn't he? !

This is Sheng Jiao's territory, and the black cat was afraid of Sheng Jiao for no reason, so he had to swallow his tears and stare at Xi Jianglan, picked up the petals and put them in his mouth, not daring to stop him.

As Yu Tanhua entered his throat, the black cat's solid body gradually faded away, and it quietly turned into a spirit body that only Xi Jianglan could see.

Xi Jianglan adjusted the Yingluo button again, put it on the ear again, and laid it lazily on the bed.

"Boom-"

He almost forgot that Sheng Jiao, an ascetic monk, slept on a stone bed, and was hit so hard that his head almost fell apart.

Xi Jianglan was hit with a big bump on the back of his head, his eyes were slackened for a moment, and it took him a long time to catch his breath and recover.

Normally, the black cat would meow happily, but at this time it was not in the mood, lying there sickly and silently crying, terribly aggrieved.

Xi Jianglan wiped away his tears, and touched the black cat's fat neck: "Look up, tsk, why are you gaining weight again?"

The black cat kicked him with its paw.

Xi Jianglan skillfully touched the tongueless bell on the black cat's neck and took something from it.

Sheng Jiao was always vigorous and resolute in his work, and took care of Xiezhizong's chores in an hour. When he passed by the gate of Qingcheng Building, he hesitated for a while and picked a newly bloomed sweet-scented osmanthus.

His residence is simple and cold, with nothing in it, it looks no different from Xiezhizong's prison.

Xi Jianglan must not be used to it.

Sheng Jiao deliberately found a beautiful porcelain vase, filled it with clear water and put the osmanthus branches in it, trying to make the shabby room less unattractive.

It's just that after he entered Qingcheng Building holding the vase, his expressionless face was blank for a moment.

An hour ago, Qingcheng built "Four Walls of Desolation". Except for the stone couch, table case and screen, it was so empty and simple that it could even be used as a private room to punish prisoners.

But at this time, the ivory glazed plain screen crosses the outer room, the carved table and the beauty couch are leaning against the window, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are scattered on the carved table and table—there is even an entire bookshelf, and the boxes are full of books.

Everything is exquisitely and elegantly arranged.

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao almost thought that he had made a mistake.

The table case and screen, which were originally so simple that they didn't even have a pattern, were thrown away somewhere. Sheng Jiao opened the bead curtain made of pearls and jade and walked into the inner room expressionlessly, almost being dazzled.

The inner room is even more earth-shaking, extravagant and gorgeous, even the bulky stone bed has been replaced with an exquisite carved hollow bed.

The bed curtains were partly loose, the setting sun slanted in from the window, and the wind blew the light gauze curtains, revealing the person curled up in the brocade quilt on the big bed.

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Xi Jianglan made this place his own home. He was already small in stature, curled up in a ball on the big bed, looking even thinner.

He breathed evenly, probably because he didn't need to sleep on a hard bed, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he slept comfortably and comfortably.

Sheng Jiao stared at him indifferently for a long time, then silently placed the vase in his hand on the small table beside the bed.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus clung to the fluttering bed curtain, and Xi Jianglan grunted, turned over and fell asleep more soundly.

He had a sweet dream when he was a boy.

Sheng Jiao and Le Zhengzhen got into a fight for no reason.

The two beat each other until the nose was bruised and the face was swollen without using spiritual power. The young boys couldn't hold back at all. The culprit, Xi Jue, ran up to hug Le Zhengzhen's waist to prevent him from beating Sheng Jiao, and was elbowed by an indiscriminate attack. He frowned, almost disfigured.

In the end, the director came after hearing the news and forcibly separated the group of people.

Wen Gubai, head of Tianyan Academy, is gentle and amiable, with a gentle and handsome face, looking at male and female indistinguishable, and speaking softly: "It's only been two days since I entered school, how can this happen?"

Sheng Jiao and Le Zhengzhen knelt on the ground, one cheek was bruised, and the corner of the other lip was bloody, they were silent.

The tails of Xi Jue's eyes were slightly swollen from the beating, and Heng Yudu was pinching ice cubes and gently pushing him.

Seeing this, Xi Jue quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground obediently: "The head of the court calms down, no, it's not their fault, it was my playfulness that got into trouble, you should punish me alone."

It was rare for him to have a conscience, but Le Zhengzhen didn't appreciate it, and said angrily: "Shut up! Who wants you to abuse good people and beg for mercy! If you punish me, you will be punished. If I say anything, I won't be named Lezheng!"

Xi Jue turned to stare at him.

Wen Gubai looked gently at the scars at the end of Xi Jue's eyes, and sighed: "The headmaster knows that you are a good boy. If you make a mistake, you must accept the punishment. Don't plead for them. Heal your own injuries first."

Xi Jue's eyes widened.

This is the first time anyone has said he is a "good boy".

Xi Jue was shocked, is the standard of a good boy so low now?

Although Wen Gubai looked gentle, he was awe-inspiring and harsh. He punished Le Zhengzhen and Sheng Jiao for copying "Li Pian. Ji Hui" a hundred times.

Xi Jue wanted to intercede again, Heng Yudu hastily grabbed him, so as not to punish him with the director.

The headmaster asked everyone to continue the class, and took Sheng Jiao and the two to the library, and they were not allowed to leave if they could not finish copying.

Xi Jue had never gotten into trouble and went unpunished and brought others into trouble. He was slumped all day long. After school in the afternoon, he rejected Feng Yu's invitation to ask him to go out to play, and ran to Zangshuge in a hurry.

There are tens of thousands of books in Zangshu Pavilion of Tianyan Academy, and there are rows of tall bookshelves. As soon as you enter, you will be greeted with the smell of old and simple books.

Xi Jue ran around the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion before finding two people on the top floor.

Le Zhengzhen knelt on the futon, with a circle of dead branches around his wrists, ordering him not to be lazy, but if he was distracted, the dead branches would turn into whips and whip on the back of his hands.

After half a day, the back of Le Zhengzhen's hand was covered with long and thin red marks intertwined horizontally and vertically.

He frowned, cursing and rubbing his wrists.

Sheng Jiao was ten steps away from him, copying the book with his back straight and expressionless, and there was no red mark on the back of his hand.

Xi Jue poked at the bookshelf and probed his head. This was his first trouble. He saw the two sufferers who were implicated because of him feel guilty for no reason.

"Brother, brother..."

As soon as Le Zhengzhen saw him, he immediately said angrily: "You bastard, you dare to come?! I'll kill you..."

Before he got mad, a thin vine grew out of the dead branch on his wrist, and slapped the back of his hand like a snake.

Le Zhengzhen immediately continued to copy while trembling with the pen, almost staring Xi Jue through countless holes from the corner of her eye.

Xi Jue was stunned, and cautiously climbed forward, lying on the table and admitting his mistake in a low voice: "I was wrong, brother, don't be angry."

Le Zhengzhen was about to be laughed at by him.

He wasn't so cowardly when he pretended to be dead just now, what is he pretending to be here now? !

"Get lost." Le Zhengzhen said, "I'm annoyed when I see you."

Xi Jue was about to lose his temper, but then he realized that he had been tricked by this person, so he swallowed his anger and let out an "oh".

He shifted his target, bent his knees and crawled to the table in front of Sheng Jiao, and whispered, "Brother, are you angry too?"

Sheng Jiao turned a deaf ear to him, pretending that he didn't exist, copying the book steadily with his hand, and the dead branch on his wrist was always quiet.

Xi Jue obediently lay on the table watching him write for a while, his eyes rolled as if thinking of something, and said "ah", and said: "Brother is not angry, I just said, you are so generous and open-minded, you must Don't get mad at me for this."

Sheng Jiao didn't even look at him.

Naturally, Xi Jue didn't say these words for him.

Sure enough, Le Zhengzhen started to growl again: "You bastard! Who are you beating around the bush for being narrow-minded?!"

Xi Jue said innocently, "Brother Sheng Jiao did forgive me."

Le Zhengzhen laughed angrily: "Get out of here, and I will forgive you."

Xi Jue smiled happily at him: "Le Zhengzhen, you are also generous."

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

If you have something to call your brother, if you have nothing to do, you will be happy.

Seeing that the night was getting dark, the two of them still had half of the copy, and Xi Jue didn't leave, so he lay down next to Sheng Jiao and watched them copy lazily.

He originally wanted to copy it for the two of them a few times, but Wen Gubai's cane was too clever, if he tried to grab the pen by force, he would probably be yelled at.

There was no other way, Xi Jue had no choice but to wait there to accompany the two of them.

"Sheng Jiao." Xi Jue poked Sheng Jiao's arm boredly, and said vaguely, "Did you talk today? I thought you were really dumb or practiced silent meditation."

No matter how Xi Jue poked him, Sheng Jiao seemed to be immersed in his own world, without moving his eyes.

"Did you fight because of me today?" Xi Jue became more and more happy when he thought about it, and approached with a smile, "Is that osmanthus flower on my window lattice a gift from you?"

Sheng Jiao's hand stopped.

Suddenly, the dead branch on the wrist probably sensed Sheng Jiao's distraction, and suddenly stretched out a thin vine whip to the back of Sheng Jiao's hand.

Xi Jue froze for a moment, and quickly stretched out his hand to block it.

A crisp "pop" sound.

Xi never practiced physical training like Le Zhengzhen. He had never been hurt since he was a child. A ferocious bloodstain was drawn on the back of his snow-white hand. Cried.

Sheng Jiao frowned slightly.

Seeing that the cane whip seemed to be about to be whipped again, Xi Jue patted the table indiscriminately, gritted his teeth and said, "Concentrate, concentrate!"

Sheng Jiao had no choice but to continue to concentrate.

Xi Jue asked for trouble, who knew that Sheng Jiao looked like a boring gourd, why was he really distracted by his few words?

He didn't dare to talk to Sheng Jiao anymore, and sat there sullenly, waiting.

I don't know how long I waited, Xi Jue was drowsy and wanted to hold on to the two of them, but the "endless period" in his body seemed to be devouring his few spiritual powers all the time, and he became weak after a while Falling limply on Sheng Jiao's body, he fell asleep with his arms and legs curled up.

Another "pop".

Sheng Jiao stared at the red marks on the back of his hand in a daze, and it took him a while to ignore the warm breath on his body, and continued to copy the book with his eyes downcast.

Xi Jue fell asleep with his pillow on Sheng's burnt thigh.

Half asleep and half awake, there seems to be sweet-scented osmanthus blooming in the Zangshu Pavilion, which is full of books.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that Sheng Jiao had stopped writing, and the dead branches on his wrist were like dead trees in spring, slowly sprouting buds, and a few clusters of golden osmanthus bloomed faintly.

Xi Jue looked at it for a while, then closed his eyes stupidly and continued to sleep.

In a trance, a burst of cinnamon slowly approached, as if lightly hugging him.

Xi Jue fell into a deeper sleep.

***

"Well……"

Xi Jianglan groaned vaguely, opened his eyes in a daze, stared at the osmanthus twigs in full bloom on the small table, and couldn't tell whether he was still in a dream.

It wasn't until the desire for Tianyan Lingmai in the meridians in his body hit him like waves of waves, and he curled up limply, that he realized it was reality.

Child time has passed.

The aftermath of "Abandoning the Immortal Bone" is still continuing, but it is much better than the previous few times when I was in a daze and gnawed on people's hands.

Xi Jianglan kept awake amidst the overwhelming desire, his eyes were clear and cold, like an outsider, he felt the subtle pain in the meridians in his body because he could not get the "abandoned fairy bone" or Tianyan.

In the seemingly endless torment, Xi Jianglan even thought leisurely.

"How did I go back that night, Sheng Jiao carried me back?

"Tomorrow on the boat, he won't buy another small room, will he? There are five people this time, so the small room can't be squeezed into a cake?

"Isn't it just to heal an injury? Le Zhengzhen asked him for 30 spirit stones and he really gave it? He wouldn't have been saving money all these years just to pay back the money?"

Thinking of this, Xi Jianglan thumped the pillow, thinking expressionlessly: "Damn, it's kind of cute."

How can someone be so poor that he likes him so much?

At this time, someone suddenly said: "What?"

Xi Jianglan was almost startled, turned over to look.

I saw Sheng Jiao sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes as if he was meditating and practicing, and he seemed to be there a long time ago.

Xi Jianglan let out a breath, raised his smile skillfully, stretched out his feet to push him, and said with a smile: "How about this arrangement, is it more comfortable than your hard bed? Tsk, when you were in school, your residence was barely worth it." It's okay, why have you become more and more like an ascetic monk these years?"

Sheng Jiao opened his eyes suddenly, and clasped Xi Jianglan's kicking ankle with his broad hands.

I don't know if his palm is too big, or Xi Jianglan is too slender, but clasping his thumb and middle finger together can wrap his slender ankle completely.

Xi Jianglan kicked hard, but didn't take it back.

The night was dark, the bed curtains were all around, faint candlelight came in from outside, through the snow-white gauze, the ambiguity in the eyes was reflected in the narrow bed.

Xi Jianglan tried his best to restrain the pain of longing for "abandoned fairy bones", and asked with an angry smile, "Why?"

Sheng Jiao stared at him for a while, and finally made up his mind.

Xi Jianglan was trembling all over.