shut up, shameless old thief

Thousands of years ago, the body of Tianxuan Cultivator was shamelessly cast aside by the entire ancient thorn, and there were even scenes of Tianxuan being strangled and burned to death when he was a minor, so the body of Tianxuan Cultivator after adulthood is rare And less.

Until more than 700 years ago, an unrecorded Tianxuan cultivator in Luyi City, the Lord of Disaster, suddenly got on the road, completely breaking the rumors that the entire ancient Jingtian Xuanxiu was a bad fate, and the Tianxuan who appeared since then It was also protected by the major families in an attempt to allow those who cultivated demons to cultivate the righteous way.

However, there are very few demon-cultivating bodies that can ascend the Dao. Almost all the demon-cultivating bodies are tempted to become demons before they form a core, and then they are slaughtered.

And Bian Ling is the only one in the past 700 years who has lived to the core and has not become a magic body. This is the reason why he is young but famous throughout Gujing. The second person in Luyi City who, like Lord Yiyi, has cultivated the Dao with the body of a demon.

Because of this, Bian Ling has been carefully protected by the Bian family since he was a child, and he seldom even goes out. He is either practicing or spending time in the study every day. Although he does not say that he has read the entire dossier of Gujing, he still knows some unpopular and out-of-the-way things. Not a lot.

Among them is the word "聻".

He once saw a sentence in an ancient book: "When a man dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he becomes a ghost."

At that time, he just glanced at it hastily, and didn't read the above words carefully, but now he suddenly thought of it and found it very strange.

Bian Ling said: "The ghost state after the ghost's death? Is this what you mean?"

Ji Bingzhu sat cross-legged on the ground loosely, with his elbows resting on his knees, as if he was listening to the teaching seriously. Hearing Bian Ling's question, he suddenly realized: "Oh, so that's what Di meant. ,FK U."

He clasped his fists as he spoke.

Bian Ling: "..."

Seeing Bian Ling's expression of wanting to run away again, Ji Bingzhu immediately corrected his posture, coughed twice before pretending to speak, "Then what, it's actually a gathering place for a group of demons and ghosts, not as serious as you imagined , listen to me tell you."

As he spoke, he bent his knees and climbed a few steps forward. After groping under the table for a long time, he took out a small wooden stick. When he climbed back, he almost hit his head. He sat and explained to Bian Ling solemnly, "The back mountain... That is, the Luomo Mountain you mentioned is actually a place where the world is connected with the world."

He swiped and pulled the wooden stick twice in the air, and a black line appeared in the air, but it disappeared quickly.

Ji Bingzhu used his wooden stick to stroke and pull twice in the air, until he drew two crooked black circles. He passed through the two circles with his fingers, and said to himself: "So Can you still play like this?"

Bian Ling looked at him and planned to play again, and gave him a cold look, and then Ji Bingzhu hurriedly withdrew his hand and continued to explain.

As the name suggests, it is a place where demons and ghosts gather. Nine-level monsters and beasts are only of medium combat power. Most of them are insane and make a living by killing. They are more terrifying than ghosts and gods, so there is " The word "聻" is the name.

Luomo Mountain is a place that is connected with the Di realm, but the gates of the two worlds are only opened when the snow falls in winter, and then all kinds of monsters walk wantonly in Luomo Mountain in groups, slaughtering their prey, which is called "ghost walk".

Ji Bingzhu erased a little bit in the middle of the two connected circles he drew, so that the two circles are connected to express the scene where the gate of the two worlds is wide open.

Bian Ling frowned, barely understood, and asked again: "What about complaining?"

Speaking of resentment, Ji Bingzhu suddenly became inexplicably excited. He grabbed Bian Ling's wrist, his eyes were shining, and he said anxiously: "He! He is one of the best masters in the world! We are in the 700 I have fought countless times over the years, and each time ended in a tie, until some time ago, A Ya's spirit recovered a lot and my spiritual power soared, so I defeated him!"

Bian Ling's eyes changed, he felt a little uneasy that someone who was comparable to a master like Ji Bingzhu, and he was still in the middle of nowhere.

But Ji Bingzhu had the excitement of meeting his opponent, he shook Bian Ling's wrist twice, the corners of his eyes were dyed a little, making his face more beautiful.

Bian Ling suddenly coughed twice uncomfortably, and looked away.

Ji Bingzhu was still chattering: "If he wasn't a magic cultivator, I would definitely become friends with him. He is really—————————————————————————

Bian Ling was not very interested, and said coldly, "Oh."

Ji Bingzhu was excited on his own, he didn't feel Bian Ling's perfunctory at all, and he dragged him a lot about complaining and fighting with him, which made Bian Ling a little inexplicably angry.

Even he himself didn't know where his dissatisfaction came from. After he thought about it calmly, he realized that it was his envy of the strong and...

Jealousy that he didn't even realize.

Men's attitude towards the strong has always been very clear. A broad-minded person generally only has amazement and envy and a longing to become that strong.

But a narrow-minded person will unconsciously feel jealous, and that kind of emotion is often hidden, and sometimes he can't even notice it, and it will burst out all at a certain critical point.

People who are good, evil, and jealous are the most likely to become demons.

Bian Ling shuddered violently, completely awake.

Ji Bingzhu didn't know when he was lying on his lap and poking around with a wooden stick. He looked up at Bian Ling and said, "He might come over in the afternoon, so you stay here and don't go out. Don't go out, there may be a lot of ghost walkers coming, and your current spiritual power can't handle them, if you are contaminated by demonic energy, it will be bad. Do you understand?"

Bian Ling Lingtai was like a burst of ice water poured down, it was completely cold, he nodded blankly.

Ji Bingzhu felt that it was a bit strange for him to do this, and he wanted to lean on his face to give him instructions again, but he didn't expect him to stand up too fast, and hit Bian Ling's forehead directly.

Bian Ling only felt a soft touch on his lips, and when he realized it, Ji Bingzhu had already kissed him firmly.

Bian Ling: "..."

He gasped, and pushed Ji Bingzhu away suddenly, his face flushed instantly, and he said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Ji Bingzhu didn't know what happened at all. He just accidentally touched Bian Ling's mouth. He could have pulled away quickly, but he probably felt the aroma of eating fruit at noon on Bian Ling's lips, so he licked it curiously. Twice.

Under Bian Ling's glaring gaze, Ji Bingzhu licked his lips, suddenly bent his eyes, and said loudly, "Sweet!"

Bian Ling covered her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Ji Bingzhu didn't feel anything, blinked his eyes and said, "Did you understand what I just said?"

Bian Ling couldn't discuss things normally like him, his mind was completely covered by this wet kiss, and he almost looked at Ji Bingzhu with grief and indignation.

Ji Bingzhu sat back and sat directly on his own hair because his hair was too long. He yelled "Wow", and then pulled his hair out from under him in aggrieved manner, and pulled it casually with his wrist, saying: "When the time comes, I will You can finish playing in the afternoon, and then I will pick fruit for you in the evening, okay?"

Bian Ling didn't know what to say, so he kept silent and stared at Ji Bingzhu silently.

Ji Bingzhu felt very innocent, and crawled over to look at him carefully, and said, "What's wrong with you? Your face is so red?"

Bian Ling couldn't help but leaned back a bit, put down his hands and coughed dryly, and then said in a vicious voice: "It's nothing, don't get so close to me."

Ji Bingzhu felt a little wronged, so he had no choice but to back away, saying: "You were obviously not like this in bed last night..."

Bian Ling felt that he was about to say something misleading, and immediately shouted: "Shut up!"

This is the first time that Bian Ling has such emotional fluctuations, his face is completely red to the ears, even the breath of his breath is hot, and his mind is full of Ji Bingzhu's kiss just now.

Ji Bingzhu was frightened by his sudden sound, and stared at him with some fear.

Bian Ling took a few deep breaths before trying to make his voice less stiff, and he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you."

Ji Bingzhu is easy to coax, as long as it's not a big deal, a word of sorry can completely settle it, his eyes curled up again, and said: "It's nothing, you don't like me being so close to you, then I won't be close to you in the future .”

As he spoke, he got up from the ground, leaned on the window lattice and jumped out, walked barefoot to a corner of a promenade that would not be covered by wind and snow, hugged his knees and blinked to look at the snow outside.

He obviously doesn't like snow with magic breath.

Although Ji Bingzhu has a carefree temper, sometimes his mind is more sensitive than anyone else's. He noticed that Bian Ling was very disgusted with his touch, and ran out voluntarily if he said he would not approach him.

Bian Ling sat on the ground for a while, and suddenly felt that he had made a big fuss, what did Ji Bingzhu know?He has been trapped in this Luomo Mountain for more than 700 years, his mind is like a child, and he doesn't even know some of the most common sense of the world. Do you still expect him to understand such nihilistic things as love between men and women?

He calmed down for a while before standing up, opened the window and said to Ji Bingzhu, "Senior..."

Ji Bingzhu turned his head, blinked his eyes twice, his face was still as innocent as before, and he said: "A Ling, what's wrong?"

Bian Ling looked at him with an innocent expression, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to think about his words and said, "I just didn't mean that..."

Ji Bingzhu bent his eyes, nodded and said: "Yeah, I know, I... I don't understand some things, if you go too far, you have to tell me, otherwise I can't see what is going on with you Are you angry?"

He seemed to have caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye after he finished speaking, and immediately gave up on the topic he was talking about again, pointing to the swing and said, "That's right, that's right, I've been wanting to tell you just now, but I forgot all of a sudden. Standing on the swing is very fun, when the snow stops, you can push me to play, okay?"

Bian Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he nodded.

Just as Ji Bingzhu finished saying this, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the calm courtyard, only to see that there seemed to be densely packed things floating down from the sky like falling ink.

Ji Bingzhu suddenly stood up from the ground, his eyes narrowed.

I only heard a sound that seemed to come from the sky: "The ghosts in the realm are walking, and the living will disperse!"

Ji Bingzhu suddenly held the Crow Feather Sword in his hand, and his pupils slowly overflowed with the fiery fighting spirit that Bian Ling saw for the first time.

"Ghosts travel three thousand times, and they are addicted to living beings."

"Ghost walks in the ghost realm, the living - retreat and scatter!"

Then, the overwhelming murderers, full of demonic energy, fell from the sky to the outside of this courtyard one by one, and immediately surrounded the entire courtyard.

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