After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Sheng Jiao put his ankle down, and stretched out two fingers to condense a trace of heavenly spiritual energy to touch his eyebrows.

Xi Jianglan tilted his head slightly, avoiding his hand.

"No."

Sheng Jiao frowned: "Not uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Xi Jianglan covered the brocade quilt, squinted his eyes and said lazily, "It will pass after a while."

Sheng Jiao's eyes darkened slightly.

Xi Jianglan didn't know if it was intentional or not, but he always said such things to poke other people's hearts.

"Xiezhi Sect has Tianyan." Sheng Jiao said, "That's enough."

Xi Jianglan smiled, he looked at Sheng Jiao lazily as if he was lying on a soft pillow with osmanthus pattern, his voice was a little hoarse because he had just woken up.

"Sheng Jiao, if I can let you choose once, do you want to be an ordinary person who can live a leisurely life for only a hundred years before turning into a handful of loess; But lost all emotions and six desires?"

The dim candlelight and moonlight finally forcibly softened Xi Jianglan's almost aggressive beauty. His black hair was loose and he nestled comfortably in the pile of brocades, so lazy that he completely lost the hypocrisy and spikes of the day.

Too gentle.

Sheng Jiao looked down at him, his stern face remained indifferent.

"There is no such possibility."

"What if?" Xi Jianglan looked at him in the dark, and murmured, "If I don't have a spiritual mark, can I be mediocre in this life, living and dying like a mayfly?"

There was silence in the narrow bed, only the faint breathing of the two of them.

Sheng Jiao suddenly said, "What is your phase pattern?"

This was the first time Sheng Jiao asked this question after the two reunited.

Xi Jianglan bit his lower lip hard, resisting the turbulent desire in his meridians, and laughed in a low voice.

Countless people have asked him this question over the years, and he either made jokes, or made up some plausible signs like "not enough to say" and "half burnt" to prevaricate.

No one has ever made him speak the truth.

Xi Jianglan's forehead was covered with cold sweat from the pain, but he smiled like a flower, and lowered his voice as if whispering love to his sweetheart: "I can only tell you that my face pattern is the most useless and useless one among the thirteen ones."

Sheng Jiao was taken aback.

"But it ruined me." Xi Jianglan whispered softly, with a smile between his brows and eyes, "I hate it so much, Sheng Jiao."

Even when he said hate, it was like wearing a hypocritical mask that didn't belong to him.

Seeing that he was in such pain, Sheng Jiao's eyes were calm and he wanted to force Tianyan into him.

"Sometimes I even regret why I didn't let the "endless period" swallow it all. "Xi Jianglan lowered his eyelashes, and his voice became softer and softer. He didn't know whether he had fallen asleep or simply passed out, and finally murmured something.

"If there is no Xiangwen... No, it would be fine if there is no Tianyan."

Xi Jianglan hid half of his face in the brocade quilt, breathing evenly and weakly.

In his sober state, he would rather suffer than accept Tian Yan.

The golden Tianyan spiritual power on Sheng Jiao's fingertips flickered for a long time, and finally dissipated.

In a drowsy state, Xi Jianglan felt his body being tucked under a brocade quilt, and the smell of cinnamon mixed with frost slowly approached, and a gentle spiritual power that did not mix with any heavenly evolution slowly poured in from his altar, barely stopping it The bone-piercing pain and longing in his veins.

That breath is too familiar and subconsciously dependent.

Xi Jianglan instinctively reached out to touch it, but a hand grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Xi Jue turned around in confusion.

In the muddled dream, Rang Chen, who was dressed in white, hurriedly grabbed him, his hands were flying quickly, as if he wanted to express something.

Xi Jue subconsciously interpreted Rangchen's sign language.

"Stop" "End" "Will..."

"No..." Xi Jue suddenly turned around, covered his eyes and walked forward desperately—as if he could walk all the way with a clear conscience without looking at Rangchen's hands, "I don't want to look."

He struggled and ran forward step by step. The path to the light was forcibly blocked by the "Secret of the Sky", and the only light that leaked out disappeared inch by inch at the end of the darkness.

Xi Jue ran towards the light source regardless of his body, but his feet seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper.

In the end, I could only watch helplessly as the last ray of light dissipated.

Let Chen's strange and hoarse voice come from behind like a hypnotic voice.

"Ah Jue, stop. Sheng Jiao... will, kill, you."

Xi Jue stared blankly at the darkness that was about to drown him, and suddenly collapsed, covering his ears and crying bitterly.

"Enough! Please, let me go...I don't want to hear it!"

He didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to see it.

To him, "Peeping the Sky" is like a butcher's knife hanging above his head.

Let Chen be like the gentlest executioner, put him to death with a single sentence lightly, smashing his body to pieces.

"I don't want to listen!"

The desire to fill his meridians no matter what made Xi Jianglan a rare nightmare. He struggled desperately in the brocade quilt, as if he wanted to get rid of the lingering voice.

During the chaos, the earrings were taken off by him, and the whole world fell into dead silence.

But the voice in the dream still made him shake.

Sight and hearing were all deprived, only the sense of touch became more acute, and vaguely a pair of hands stretched out from the side, encircling him softly and jerkyly.

At that moment, all Xi Jianglan's nightmares were dispelled like smoke.

The bright sunset is like sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with honey, so he can't help but want to soak in it.

It seemed to be raining in the dream.

He is like a young leaf that grows on the tip, and the strong wind and rain crackled and fell, and the leaves trembled drop by drop;

The drizzle is like a dragonfly's touch of water, casting a thin mist on the branches and leaves.

The snow-white water droplets condensed into a drop, dripping from the tip of the leaf.

Xi Jiang was ups and downs in the sea of ​​desire.

I don't know how long it took, the hunger and thirst in the meridians finally dormant slowly, the pain dissipated, and Xi Jianglan was buried in the sweet-scented osmanthus flower group and fell into a deep sleep.

The rain in the dream fell all night.

***

Just a quarter after Mao Shi, before dawn, Xi Jianglan was awakened by a knock on the door.

In the dream, the leaf surnamed Xi was beaten by rain all night, and when he woke up, his body was numb, his waist was weak and his legs were weak, and he jumped out of the brocade quilt in a daze.

The candle was lit, and Sheng Jiao was no longer on the bed.

Xi Jianglan rubbed his eyes and said vaguely, "Who is it?"

Juan Xunfang's voice came from outside, it sounded like gnashing of teeth: "The suzerain asked me to wake you up, it's been a quarter of an hour."

Xi Jianglan was so lazy that he didn't want to move: "Isn't it Chenshi's boat trip? It's early, and I'll take two more sleeps back in the cage."

Juan Xunfang knocked on the door again: "Don't go to sleep, the suzerain has already dealt with a lot of official business, how decent are you?"

"Master Tired." Xi Jianglan groaned with a nasal voice just after waking up, "If you are like this, I would think that I had a wedding with your patriarch last night. Are you here to find fault?"

Tired mother-in-law: "???"

Juan Xunfang said angrily, "Xie Jue!"

After a quick meal for Juan Xunfang, Xi Jianglan didn't want to go back to sleep, so he got up yawning.

There was a pile of clothes in his storage ring, and he was about to look for them, when his eyes accidentally caught sight of a set of warm yellow robes lying beside the pillow.

Xi Jianglan picked it up curiously and looked at it, and found that it was the set he had forgotten in Sheng Jiao's residence six years ago.

When the two were in Tianyan Academy, they loved to visit each other, and when they grew up, Xi Jue would always climb over the wall to visit Sheng Jiao at Sheng's house, and naturally threw his clothes randomly—anyway, the young master Xi spent a lot of money at that time, throwing away a mere set of cassocks I don't even bother to look for it anymore.

This set of clothes was custom-made for the Xi family who was in the limelight back then. It is almost a magic weapon for body protection. Six years later, it is still spotless.

Xi Jianglan raised his eyebrows slightly, and tried on the clothes on his body.

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly sulked and threw the priceless cassock to the ground.

Why six years later, the clothes still fit well? !

Xi Jianglan was going to die of anger.

But he struggled for a long while, still holding his nose, picked up the cassock, and put it on reluctantly.

At least it can save your life at critical times.

Xi Jianglan muttered while wearing it: "The clothes should have been made a size too big back then, so it fits me well now."

It wasn't that he wasn't tall.

Hmm, very reasonable.

Xi Jianglan deceived himself, found another scorched Xie Zhizong robe, put it on, opened the door and walked out.

Juan Xunfang saw him wearing the patriarch's robe in an upright manner, with a complicated expression on his face, and simply changed the subject out of sight and out of his mind: "You guys can really get useful news from Xi Minghuai's old friend when you go to the southern border?"

"If you don't go, the clues to the Xi family's massacre will be broken." Xi Jianglan raised his hand and picked a cluster of sweet-scented osmanthus, chewed slowly, and said casually, "If there is no clue, your suzerain's Tianyanzhu may kill me again He was the chief culprit who slaughtered the Xi family back then."

Juan Xunfang frowned and said: "The Tianyan Pearl will never be wrong, you must find some clues to find you guilty."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Xi Jianglan perfunctory him, "Your family suzerain never makes mistakes, how could Master Tiandao make mistakes? He will be struck by lightning."

Juan Xunfang: "..."

Juan Xunfang was so choked by him that he said angrily, "Go to the front hall, the suzerain asked me to prepare food for you."

Xi Jianglan was taken aback.

He didn't eat much for several days, he either ate Qin-like sweet-scented osmanthus cakes or ate sweet-scented osmanthus directly. His body was like a mortal being supported by the Bigu Dan he ate last month.

When he arrived at the front hall and saw the tables full of people eating, Xi Jianglan didn't know for a moment whether Sheng Jiao was caring or if he was trying to emulate Mrs. Heng.

——When Tianyan Academy was in Tianyan Academy, every time Heng Yudu got up early and took a wheelchair to go out for a walk. When he passed by Shanfangzhai, he would buy a bunch of odds and ends for them to share.

Xi Jianglan scanned the dazzling array of things on the table one by one in amazement, and found that they were all his favorite food back then.

"Thank you." Xi Jianglan said to Juan Pao Tang sincerely.

Juan Xunfang was full of doubts: "What did you tell me, the suzerain bought it himself."

Xi Jianglan: "?"

Xi Jianglan's first reaction was not moved, but surprised: "How much will it cost?"

Is Sheng Jiao rich?

Juan Xunfang: "..."

Juan Xunfang's face turned green: "At least the suzerain is still the suzerain of the Xiezhi sect, so he won't be so poor that he can't even afford a meal - eat quickly, so many things can't stop your mouth."

It was rare for Xi Jianglan not to choke with him, so he obediently said "Oh", and sat on the chair and ate slowly.

Juan Xunfang stood there with a sword in his arms like a pillar, and from the corner of his eye, Xi Jianglan lowered his head more and more, and finally buried his face in the bowl completely, with red ears faintly visible between his uncombed black hair.

what happened?

Tired of thinking, how delicious is it?

The southern border is much farther than the northern border, plus it takes ten days and a half months to find Xi Minghuai's old friend and fetch paintings, let alone go back and forth. Two quarters of an hour.

He invited Dong Rong back to Qingcheng Zhu, but saw that Xi Jianglan was still eating in small bites.

Sheng Jiao frowned.

The table was full of food, and Xi Jianglan saw Sheng Jiao come back and hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of cold porridge.

"Don't like it?" Sheng Jiao asked.

Xi Jianglan shook his head with a pale face: "I'm not used to it."

Sheng Jiao frowned even tighter.

Xiao Xijue was very good at eating in Tianyan Academy back then, when he went back to the secret realm for the first time to experience, he ran all over the secret realm to find what other people in Zhuxingzhai wanted to eat, like a hungry wolf rushing to eat.

How long has it been, and you are not used to even fine eating?

Xi Jianglan wiped his hands and looked at the rising sun: "Is it time?"

Sheng Jiao leaned over slightly, and put his hand on Tie Xi Jianglan's forehead.

Xi Jianglan leaned back and smiled softly: "Don't touch it, it's no big deal—if there is any further delay, the next boat trip to the southern border will be tomorrow."

Sheng Jiao wanted to find "Yinhuazhuan" for him as soon as possible, so without talking too much nonsense, he poured spiritual power into Xi Jianglan's meridians with a calm face, and seeing his face looked better, he said, "Let's go."

***

In Yaozong, Lezhengzhen was still hugging the stone pillar at the door and refused to take half a step out of the door, but was thrown out by the gentle Mrs. Wan by the ears.

Le Zhengzhen was completely covered in black robes, she couldn't even see her face, she broke down and said, "Mother, Sheng Jiao has followed, Ah Jue will be fine, why bother me to take the trouble?"

"It's hard to find the 'Painting Around'. Madam Wan adjusted the hood for him, and said softly, "What if it is destroyed halfway?" "

Le Zhengzhen was still not happy.

Mrs. Wan touched his face, and there seemed to be sparkles in her eyes: "Zhen'er, be good."

Le Zhengzhen was vaguely moved.

This is the first time he has traveled far after returning to the Medicine Sect from Tianyan Academy, and his mother is worried about his son traveling thousands of miles, but his mother still loves him dearly.

Just as she was moved, Madam Wan said sadly: "You must protect Ah Jue, but don't let him suffer."

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

Le Zhengzhen changed his face in an instant, and said expressionlessly: "Mother, tell me the truth, is Xi Jue your real son, I'm just a pretense."

Mrs. Wan couldn't laugh or cry: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Then why do you treat him so well?" Lezheng Zhen said sullenly, "Before I went to Tianyan Academy, you told me not to bully Xi Jue, and my son was framed by him and punished by the court. Book, you are still facing him."

Mrs. Wan was silent for a while, then said softly: "Zhen'er, do you know why the Medicine Sect wanted to hide from the world?"

Parents would never talk about such serious matters with Le Zhengzhen, and Le Zhengzhen immediately found it very novel, and boldly guessed: "Because father likes to retreat and doesn't like to communicate with the outside world?"

"You are just like your father now." Mrs. Wan patted him on the head and said helplessly, "...When the Twelve Signs appeared, the whole of Zhongzhou..."

She was silent for a while, and rarely used a word coldly between her eyebrows.

"Disgusting."

Le Zhengzhen was taken aback.

His mother had always been gentle and docile, and never said such words that revealed strong disgust in her heart.

"Twelve phases... isn't it "half burnt"? " Le Zhengzhen asked hurriedly.

Madam Wan asked strangely, "What is that?"

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

That Xi Jue said it clearly and logically!

Been cheated again!

"Ah Jue is a poor child." Mrs. Wan said, "As long as the person who slaughtered Xi's family can't be found, he will not be able to live a peaceful life."

Lezheng Zhen was half-dead with anger, but still pinched his nose and suggested, "Let's bring him to the Medicine Sect to hide from the world together. Don't those people from Zhongzhou dare to kill the Medicine Sect?"

Mrs. Wan shook her head: "It's not that simple - let's not talk about it, the time is coming, let's go."

Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, Le Zhengzhen reluctantly bid farewell to Mrs. Wan, pulled the hood over her face to cover her body tightly, and drifted away like a cloud of black mist.

"Half-burned" is false again.

Le Zhengzhen gritted her teeth, and was so angry that she was on the boat all the way.

He hasn't gone out for many years, and he found the Xingfang Pavilion he visited last time according to his memory, and found that it was completely abandoned 800 years ago.

Fortunately, a boat just flew over his head and slowly landed in the distance, which allowed him to follow the boat to find a new boat pavilion.

From Zhongzhou to the southern border, there is only Chenshi's boat trip. The boat of tens of feet is like a tall attic and has stopped in a large open space. The densely packed windows in the secluded room are like pairs of eyes. Le Zhengzhen feels suffocated after only one glance. .

So many people on the same boat? !

Then you must be squeezed to death?

Lezheng Zhen's face became darker the more he looked at it, and he almost looked black in his black robe.

Especially there were many hurrying pedestrians on the road, most of them looked at him with weird eyes when they saw his weird look, which made Le Zhengzhen even more furious.

He wanted to swear, but because he hadn't talked to strangers all year round, he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

When we got to the dried fish place Xi Jianglan mentioned, the waiting place was empty.

Le Zhengzhen became even more angry.

Suddenly, Feng Yu's voice came from beside him.

"Hey, little poison, aren't you going?"

Feng Yu had already been waiting outside Xingfang Pavilion for a long time, and only Le Zhengzhen was the only one who saw that Da Xia was still wrapped in a thick black ball, and walked up to say hello skillfully.

Seeing an acquaintance, Le Zhengzhen's uneasiness finally eased a lot.

"Aren't you going too?"

"I'm going to do business." Feng Yu said leisurely, "My father asked me to deliver something to the master, and it happened to be on Xi Jue's boat. It takes two days to go to the southern border, why don't we play cards? Exactly four people."

Le Zhengzhen sneered: "Do you think Sheng Jiao's high-altitude flower, which is taller than the sky, would condescend to play cards with mere mortals like us? If you ask Rang Chen to come, Rang Chen might agree."

Feng Yu thought about it: "That's right, the three are missing one."

"Who said three are missing and one is missing?" Xi Jianglan said with a smile.

Feng Yu and Le Zhengzhen turned their heads.

Xi Jianglan and Sheng Jiao just arrived.

Sheng Jiao still wore the same black clothes for ten years, but Xi Jianglan changed his style a few days ago and wore a warm yellow cassock inside. When everyone in Xingzhai went out to play together.

Le Zhengzhen rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk to Xi Jianglan.

Feng Yu was more enthusiastic: "Could it be that you can ask Sect Master Dongsheng to play cards with us?"

"That's not true." Xi Jianglan said, "There is someone else going with us."

Feng Yu: "Heng Yudu? That's not right, Yudu is still busy with the enrollment of those little monks in Tianyan Academy Palace, where is the leisure time to go to the southern border with us?"

"It's not from Zhuxingzhai."

Feng Yu also rolled his eyes: "It's not from Zhuxingzhai, so I won't play cards with him."

Xi Jianglan was about to speak when a chuckle came from beside him.

Ying Zhuo, dressed in red, did not know when he came, and was standing by the railing on the second floor of Xingfang Pavilion with a smile: "That's great, I don't want to fight with you either."

Feng Yu and Le Zhengzhen's faces immediately turned green.

Sheng Jiao frowned, and his wrist Tian Yanzhu subconsciously spun quickly.

The one hundred and six beads turned so fast that they seemed to want to quickly convict this person and chop him into coke.

"It's a pity, Sect Master Sheng." Ying Zhuo still smiled gently, but his eyes were full of jealousy and resentment towards Sheng Jiao, "Tian Yanzhu can't condemn me for the time being."

As soon as the words fell, one hundred and six Tianyan beads stopped spinning.

None is "judgment".

Ying Zhuo was clever, even this time he came out to accompany Xi Jianglan to the southern border with a wooden puppet, lest the people from Zhuxingzhai really kill him halfway.

Seeing that the Tianyan Pearl did not glow red, Ying Zhuo smiled and said, "Look."

As soon as the words were finished, Le Zhengzhen and Feng Yu jumped to the corridor on the second floor, pressing Ying Zhuo together with their hands and feet.

"Tian Yanzhu can't convict you, but your father and I can!"

"Ah Jue! We don't play cards with him, we play him to entertain us all the way!"

Ying Zhuo: "..."

Xi Jianglan laughed happily.

Fortunately, Ying Zhuo is a puppet, no matter how much he is beaten, he can't hurt him at all, and he needs to go to the southern border to find Xi Minghuai's old friend, so Feng Yule and Zhengzhen had no choice but to refrain from doing so.

Xi Jianglan touched a bag of spirit stones, planning to buy a big secluded room for the five of them to live together.

"You don't need to bother senior brother with such trivial matters."

There were several cracks on Ying Zhuomu's face, which were gently healed by his stretching out his hand. He jumped down from the second floor slowly, like a peacock with its tail spread.

Ying Peacock stared at Xi Jianglan with gentle eyes: "I have booked a boat."

"Oh." Xi Jianglan didn't bother to buy it by himself, looked at several boats in the distance, and asked casually, "Which floor are they on?"

Don't be the lower level last time, that small room can suffocate people to death.

Ying Zhuo smiled: "It's not a few floors."

Xi Jianglan looked at him suspiciously.

Ying Zhuo stretched out his hand to touch a huge and exquisite painting boat beside him: "It's a whole boat."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Sheng Jiao frowned.

Xi Jianglan loves extravagance and waste. Seeing that he can change Shengjiao's "prison" into a luxurious and exquisite gentle township in just one night's sleep, you know that these years have passed. Although he is down and out, he still loves comfort and luxury rather than simplicity.

Recalling the small secluded room on the boat last time, Sheng Jiao's expression became even colder.

To put it at rest, Xi Jianglan had already turned his head and glared at Sheng Jiao triumphantly, his nimble eyes were filled with the disgust of "you look at others and then at you".

But this time he was silent for a while, and said with disapproval: "This is too extravagant and wasteful, it's better to be frugal."

Ying Zhuo who was waiting for the compliment: "..."

Ying Zhuo said in astonishment: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you, brother?!"

Le Zhengzhen and Feng Yu were also shocked and said: "Are you still that Xi Jue?! You have been taken away?! Sheng Jiao will soon surrender this evildoer!"

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Xi Jianglan coughed dryly, and changed the topic: "...But you got it all here, so don't take advantage of it, you bastard. Let's go up and play cards."

Only then did Ying Zhuo feel happy.

Seeing Ying Zhuo circling around Xi Jianglan like a tail-wagging dog, Feng Yu whispered to Le Zhengchen: "I really admire Ying Qiaoer, Xi Jue put his neck on the neck when he was in the path of Ai Qi. It's all cut off, and the head is in a different place, it's miserable. It's only been a few days, and he is not afraid of death and circles around Xi Jue, does he have a serious illness of being abused?"

"Whether he's sick or not." Le Zhengzhen said coldly, "Why do you think I want to kill him so much? Sheng Jiao didn't make me so angry."

Feng Yu deeply felt the same way.

A moment later, the huge and exquisite painting boat was slowly urged by spiritual power to spread its huge mechanism wings and fly into the sky.

Like a giant eagle heading south.

Ying Zhuo led Xi Jianglan to the most luxurious and exquisite residence on the top floor of Huafang, and said as he walked, "Xi Minghuai's old friend is fortunately in Hualou in the southern border, this boat doesn't have to be so troublesome to stop on the ground, and then it will directly enter Jiuxiao and enter the world of mortals." Junlou."

Xi Jianglan paused, and the corners of his lips moved slightly: "Where are you going?"

"The building of the world of mortals knows the king."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Ying Zhuo was puzzled and said: "The Hongchen Zhijunlou is very famous in the whole southern border Hualoufang. A few years ago, there was a beautiful flower head called Lan Jiaojiao, who became famous for a while. Senior brother should have heard of it, right? "

Xi Jianglan: "..."

"Oh, ah, um." Xi Jianglan pretended to be calm, "Listen, I've heard."

He walked slowly to the carved window, opened the window casually, and gestured gracefully and gracefully.

The highest level of the boat is not like the cheap ivory windows used on the lower level, but the highest level of barriers to isolate the chill from the high altitude, and there is no strong wind blowing through the windows at first glance.

Xi Jianglan looked at the sea of ​​clouds below, and said happily: "That's great, I'll definitely die if I jump from here, and there will be no scum left."

Ying Zhuo: "???"

brother? !

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Xi Jianglan: Just die!