take care of yourself

Half a quarter ago, Ying Yao sent Jiang Heting to invite him to try the sword. Jiang Heting seemed very interested in "entering the world" Dao sword cultivator, but Ying Yao couldn't get out of the yard, and he couldn't come in. He talked about the sword for a while. No one convinced anyone, so they had to leave with the lion.

The Jiusu sword was held tightly in his hand the whole time, and he failed to become a lion. The whole sword was full of unhappiness, and the sword spirit even bent the sword body, looking like he was only hugging himself in frustration Hamster with head.

Ying Yao guessed that Zhuo Yuanshan would go to drink, so he poked the sword spirit of the Sword of Salvation with the Nascent Soul, and asked it flatteringly, "Drink?"

Jiusujian let out a "hum", turned over and pointed the spine of the sword at him, showing that he didn't want to talk to him, and unilaterally decided to lose his temper until the next time he hit the lion.

Zhuo Yuanshan suddenly felt that Ying Yao's indifferent attitude towards him was not pleasing to the eye. He knew that Ying Yao didn't need to rely on him like Ying Yige did, but he just couldn't bear someone treating him like this, so he put Ying Yao under pressure. bed.

The white wolf Yuanshen broke into Ying Yao's sea of ​​consciousness with ease, and Ying Yao lay on the bed without making a sound, but there seemed to be a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.

What exactly does he love, Jian Xiu thought, what does he practice to achieve, what does he want to escape from "I", the fear in childhood?Or is it the current ignorance?

The white wolf primordial spirit circled around him several times, but appeared to be more condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his tail was almost cut off by Ren Ren's sword intent that had just been polished and hadn't been sheathed yet.

Ying Yao seemed to be able to hear Jiusujian whispering "well done", but in fact it just straightened itself.

Zhuo Yuanshan stretched out his hand to press his shoulder, and after a while moved his hand to his back, as if he wanted to turn him over to change his position, but in the end he didn't do anything.

"Why do you do this?" he said, "You don't want my cultivation base, abolish your own sea of ​​consciousness and retrain, damage your body, and take more time than others. Are you sword cultivators so stubborn?"

Ying Yao didn't open his eyes, and said perfunctorily, "I'm not used to the aura given by Uncle Zhuo Shi, it's better to practice it myself."

His muscles and bones were soft, and the sharp eyebrows were slightly softened by sweat, showing a kind of beauty like a sharp edge hanging out. Zhuo Yuanshan stared at him for a long time with his head down, and he didn't know what he thought of. Wiping off a drop of sweat that rolled down from the brow with her fingertips, He Yingyao said, "Open your eyes."

Ying Yao glanced at him lazily.

The White Wolf Primordial Spirit pressed his Nascent Soul under his paws and licked it for a while. Ying Yao rubbed his fingers, barely suppressing the desire to pull out the Saving Sword to disembowel it. Try to make the aura stuffed by the white wolf primordial spirit into your own——

This matter was a bit difficult, so most of his energy was concentrated on it, and he didn't understand the meaning of Zhuo Yuanshan's sudden not needing him to close his eyes on the bed.

There was a slight coldness in Jianxiu's eyes, like a swimming sword intent contained in water, so beautiful that he was flying domineeringly, Zhuo Yuanshan was almost shocked by him, and said softly: "A Yao..."

"I can't imagine me sharing the bed with Yige," Moxiu said. "I like to protect him and give him the best. I've been doing this for 60 years. I'm sure I like him." , you and his appearance are so similar, I can double cultivate with you without any discomfort, but I just have no desire for him, which is very strange."

Ying Yao listened silently for a while as he told how he was different from Ying Yige, and couldn't help but began to feel that Zhuo Yuanshan was blind.

Zhuo Yuanshan leaned over **: "I have made no progress in the bottleneck of the middle stage of transformation for 100 years. I thought it was because of my love disaster that it should be on Yige, but now I feel that I have wasted 100 years. Ah Yao, you may be my robbery."

Hearing this sentence, Ying Yao almost immediately raised the hairs all over his body, managed to control his body after a while, stared silently at Zhuo Yuanshan for a while, and couldn't wait to interrupt his heart: "Go drink in a while." Well, I'm a little hungry."

Zhuo Yuanshan was too gentle today. When Ying Yao got off the bed, it was already dark. He moved his wrist, picked up the sword robe that was thrown on the ground, shook it and put it on, and used two body washes on himself. Then he went to poke the rescue sword again: "You really don't drink?"

Jiusujian watched the soft and gorgeous fur of the white wolf swaying in front of him all afternoon, and felt uncomfortable all over. Hearing this, he forgot his unilateral decision, and gritted his teeth and said, "Drink!"

The sword robe that Zhuo Yuanshan gave him is worthy of the name of top grade. After being tossed on and off the bed for a long time, it still looked spotless and wrinkle-free. , looking at Zhuo Yuanshan leaning on the bedpost disheveledly picking wine from the mustard ring.

I don’t want spiritual wine that has been stored for less than a thousand years, and I don’t want it if it’s not brewed by a famous family. Zhuo Yuanshan, who was still full of disdain for the exquisite wine jar, finally couldn't help but scooped the Jiusu Sword into his hand.

"I know," Jiu Sujian said sarcastically, "Poverty limits your imagination."

Ying Yao picked up a jar of wine and poured it carefully into his own cup, trying to ignore Zhuo Yuanshan's posture of drinking, wrapped the cup with spiritual energy, let the sword spirit jump into the cup happily, and said to Zhuo Yuanshan: "Zhuo Yuanshan Uncle Shi gave me a magic weapon, so I can't keep silent."

"I have practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years. The saying that 'the world is not benevolent' has prevailed. More and more monks have entered the ruthless way, while the sentient way has become more and more disliked. Now the situation is getting worse. Every time I meet a sentient way monk, it is like seeing the mountains. It’s not right in itself.” The sword cultivator who joined the world said, “Since the way of ruthlessness is good, why has only Lin Suzerain been able to cross the catastrophe in the millennium?”

Zhuo Yuanshan replied: "Because the ruthless way is easy to get started, even a mortal without talent can make a golden elixir with elixir."

Ying Yao smiled: "I haven't seen a few 'non-self' Taoist monks who don't take shortcuts, but the so-called 'Love Tribulation' of the Ruthless Tao that I have seen is all on the monks themselves. Stopping in front of the Great Dao, some people’s lifespan will be exhausted, and the other part will become demon cultivators. Zhuo Shishu said that I was the one who made you become a god, and I am afraid that the last one that made Uncle Shi bewitched has not yet passed.”