MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 39

There are many stations in Tianji Pavilion, Wang Wenyuan's whereabouts are uncertain, and there is a special communication method within the sect.

The surroundings were quiet, except for the small sound of water splashing from the indoor pool on the side.

The material of this iron cage is extremely special, and it is a sealing instrument for monks. Although the appearance is unremarkable, the utility is amazing.

Wang Wenyuan sat aside, the feather-cut parrot on the folding fan tilted his head to look at him, shaking his head and flapping his wings. He picked up a golden jade cigarette stick to tease the bird, and said casually, "Since the Zen master doesn't speak, then listen to my hexagram."

The parrot was pumped by the smoke from his cigarette stick, as if it had touched a button, stood up on one foot, and said a human voice: "Life is not long! Life is not long! Lingxiao faction is over! He It's over too!"

The Zen Master Mingjing in the cage slowly raised his eyes and looked at the pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, who was wearing a Taoist uniform and had a sloppy demeanor.

Wang Wenyuan saw him raise his head and said with a smile: "Zen master, is it right?"

Mingjing's hands and feet were bound by chains, and blood was slowly dripping down his skin. The disciple of Lanruo Temple has been traveling abroad for many years. After he parted ways with Jiang Xianzun from Danxin Guan, he reentered the world alone... but he did not expect to be targeted by others.

The long gauze hat he was carrying was lifted by Wang Wenyuan, and the Buddhist seal between his eyebrows was slightly glowing. After staring at the scene in front of him for a while, Mingjing opened his mouth and said, "Donor Wang, why is this necessary?"

Wang Wenyuan made fun of the bird and didn't answer. Instead, he held the cigarette stick and tapped the parrot on the head. The flightless bird immediately stomped twice and tilted his head, "Unprecedented change! After he died, The world is in chaos!"

The parrot spoke more and more frantically and chaotically, and finally flapped his wings crookedly, but couldn't fly, and fell headlong in his hand.

Wang Wenyuan stared at the bird, and smiled for a while, not knowing what he was laughing at, and then said: "I have suffered a loss in the hexagram, so I want to confirm this with the Zen master. I don't want to provoke the hidden Lanruo Temple, Please take safety as the top priority, and don't talk about the flag of righteousness in the world, I don't like to hear it."

The loss he said refers to the time in Dan Xin Guan, he did suffer some losses in the year of embers because of misreading the hexagrams. He left a hand on Wang Moxuan, and Ember Year also left room for the antidote of Cone Heart Poison Powder, so that the poison on his body was not completely solved.

But he didn't seem to care too much, as if he was looking forward to the game with the Ember Year after this.

Mingjing stared at him silently, looked down at the bloodstains on his hands and feet, and said abruptly: "Pavilion Master Wang, died in the suppression of demons."

His tone was light and calm, but Wang Wenyuan, who had always acted contemptuously and casually, narrowed his eyes.

It was not only the battle in which the old pavilion master died, but also the battle in which Jiang Zheliu's reputation reached its peak. At that time, not long after Zhu Wenyuan's death, Jiang Zheliu was still young despite his deep cultivation and fame. Therefore, that battle was under the command of the pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, one of the leaders of the Four Immortal Sects. Because of the sneak attack by the demons, the old pavilion owner was seriously injured and died, and Jiang Zheliu took over the follow-up affairs.

It was also from then on that he truly became the head of the Immortal Gate that everyone admired.

"When the old pavilion master was seriously injured, Senior Jiang protected the Dharma for three days, day and night, almost exhausting his spiritual energy." Zen Master Mingjing looked at him and said, "Why don't the donors care about affection?"

Wang Wenyuan turned the folding fan in his hand, and said without a smile: "I advise the Zen master not to delve into these grievances, or else you will ruin your respect for Senior Jiang."

Mingjing said nothing for a while, then saw the person in front of him pull a seat and sit in front of him, and said condescendingly: "You just need to tell me the result of Lanruo Temple's causal deduction technique, I won't be embarrassed to stay out of the world. Buddhist disciples."

Mingjing was caught in a cage after being attacked. In order to be safe, there were many wounds on his body that were pierced and fixed by swords.

He lowered his head and recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha."

It looks like he doesn't want to talk.

Wang Wenyuan had expected it long ago. He stretched out his hand, poked in through the gap in the cage, and slowly slid his fingertips over the plain white monk's robe.

"The Buddhist cultivators in Lanruo Temple are all pure yang bodies." His fingers rested on the Buddha beads on the other's chest, "Evil Dao female cultivators should like it very much."

Mingjing raised her eyes quickly and met Wang Wenyuan's smiling ink eyes.

"Zen master," he withdrew his hand, "I really don't want to hurt you, and you don't want me... to do this kind of thing that destroys people's practice."

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Zhongnan Mountain.

After the snow, the night rain continued for two days. Although it was a light rain, it lingered all night, melting all the previous heavy snow and condensing into frost thinly.

The temperature has picked up, and the new medicine of the ember year has indeed achieved better results. Now it is bottled in a cold jade like a snowflake, pasted with a thin layer of red paper, and placed on the table.

The elixir bottle was so beautiful that it didn't even have a bitter taste, exuding a light fragrance from the inside out.

Ember Year sits in front of a patient who refuses to cooperate.

"What do you have to worry about. Just the promise of Wenren Venerable Lord, can it really hurt you?" Ember Nian worked hard to refine a new medicine. Although this bottle of medicine pill is not effective for long-term healing , but it can temporarily increase his physical strength, the effect is mild, and it will not damage the body. "You've been burning for nine days. If you continue, don't ask me if something really happens. Medicine stones have no cure. I won't take this bad luck."

Jiang Zheliu has been sleepy for a long time in the past few days, and it is difficult to lift his spirits all the time. He quietly listened to the other party's speech, not knowing how to express his difficulties, and after a while, he said: "The **** of the demons. Way……"

"I know." Ember Nian showed a less serious and slightly ambiguous look, and immediately reined in the next moment, seemingly worriedly persuaded, "It's okay, we have been studying for a long time, things that are harmful to you, Wen Renye You can't do it at all. Even if you're really uncomfortable, you can start with... uh, rubbing?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't know how the other party said this. He stared at Ember Year for a while and said, "You seem to be looking forward to it."

"Cough." His Excellency the medical sage, who had seen countless Huang Wen, coughed and explained in a perfunctory way: "I didn't expect that much... I just think that Senior Jiang has been reduced to such a day, it sounds a bit... gratifying."

What a bad taste.

Jiang Zheliu slowly lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his tone was flat: "You are happy now, if I really agree, I can collect the body tonight."

"How can it be that serious..." Ember year questioned him and made a fuss, "Don't the demons have children yet? Look at Chang Gan, isn't it also born from a cross-race?"

Jiang Zheliu was a little conflicted, but the main problem of the conflict was not sleeping with the little devil, but because his thing was really unacceptable: "Yes, it is very serious."

I feel like I can get over him.

No, life still matters.

The celestial spirit body burned for nine days, as dry as a piece of jade on fire. When he said this, he still had a headache, his brain throbbed suddenly, he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his temples for a while, then closed his eyes and said, "You don't understand... Although the demons are not very good at using their brains, they still have some specialties. "

Ember Year was stunned for a moment: "What's your specialty?"

The demons looked at each of them tall, stupid, reckless and rude, and they didn't seem to have any special talent.

Jiang Zheliu gave him a faint look.

Ember Year's mind seemed to be hit by some strange message, and he was silent for a while, then he reached out and pushed the medicine pill bottle forward again, hesitatingly said: "No matter how hard you are, you can't be **** the child, you see. After all, he is also a dignified Demon Venerable. It’s not the same thing for Jingjing to be wronged by you every day. Of course, it’s not mainly because of this. It’s because your body can’t burn anymore. The flow rate is getting slower and slower, can you notice it?"

Jiang Zheliu actually had some feelings.

Seeing his reaction, Ember Nian knew that the other party had also noticed it, and he felt relieved, and then said: "Try it with Lord Wenren, if it works, it will be the best, if it doesn't work..."

His words paused, and he didn't know what to think. He took out a brocade box from the storage magic tool, and his expression was very distressed: "You ask him to give you... get used to it first."

His speech is actually quite subtle, not too direct.

Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, not knowing what the other party had brought out, he reached out and opened the copper lock of the brocade box, opened the lid and glanced at it.

His fingers froze suddenly, pressing the knuckles outside the brocade box with a little force, the joints slowly turned pink, and the fingertips were red.

Ember Nian also felt that he was doing it for his own good, a face that described handsome but full of gossip leaned over, and said sincerely: "It's all good warm jade, it gets hot when you touch it, maybe it's better than Lord Mozun personally. , your physique just wants to make you emotional, and you won't distinguish between real people and props..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Jiang Ziliu put his hand down and put the teacup in the other hand on the table, making a crisp sound.

If it wasn't for Jiang Ziliu who still remembered that he was a senior, this cup of tea would not be able to be placed on the table so firmly.

Ember Year's words came to an abrupt end, he sneered, and said, "Well, do it yourself, I'll go back and clear the meridians for Little Mute."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately got up and left the Pinewood Building, not giving Jiang Ziliu a chance to attack.

It's just that Jiang Zheliu has always had a good temper since he retired, and he didn't really mean to be angry. He glanced at the brocade box again, and saw that the warm jade from thin to thick were arranged in a row, and the color was soft. It looked really good quality, but the use was too much to break his bottom line.

Jiang Zheliu didn't care about this. He had a severe headache, and he didn't even take a few sips of the medicine that A Chu sent, so he went back to the screen to rest.

Until Wenren Ye came back at night.

Wen Renye seems to have a lot of things to do recently. He is often absent during the day. He only returns to the pine wood building when the night is strong. He stayed there for a short time the next day, and when Jiang Zheliu woke up, he returned to the demon world.

It rained at night in Zhongnan Mountain, it was cold rain. The snow is attached to the rain, the weather is weird, and the cold seeps into the bones.

The windows upstairs were closed, and the small stove was burning all year round, making sporadic crackling sounds. The candle light flickered, dragging out a soft and indifferent shadow.

Wen Renye took off the cloak outside, the cloak was soaked with rain, and the cold was terrifying. He left the cloak at the door, briefly transitioned his breath before entering the room.

There is a bottle of medicinal pills on the table, which was told to him before the year of Ember. The refining is very good, with a fragrance and sweetness, and it does not smell like medicine.

He picked up the cold jade pill bottle, and then glanced at the slightly opened brocade box next to him, his eyes suddenly stagnant.

……This.

This is a bit of a test of the demon's brain capacity and way of thinking.

He slowly rolled his Adam's apple, picked up the brocade box, lifted the lid, and glanced at the contents.

...that's what happened.

...he understands.

Wen Renye immediately completed the conversation between the two in his mind, took a deep breath, and felt that he must not let the other party down. Then he was so nervous that he almost turned around, and after straightening his thoughts, he took the brocade box and went around the screen.

On the bed was a cloud of white snow, with hair and clothes attached, all white and tidy without a speck of dust. The long hair, cold and creamy white, fell down softly and rested softly on his shoulders.

Wen Renye's throat tightened, and he didn't know where he was nervous, but in short, he was very nervous. He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his boots on the couch, put his hand under the quilt, and slowly wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

The breath of pine and cypress slowly surrounds, familiar and reassuring.

Jiang Zheliu didn't wake up, just lowered his head and buried himself in the quilt, pressing his arm to continue to sleep.

Since the other party was injured and recuperated, what Wen Renye saw the most was his sleeping appearance, but no matter when he saw it, he was always full of heart and love.

Even if Jiang Zheliu was just sleeping, he could watch it all day long.

Wen Renye lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with the protruding magic horn, arching the other party's eyes a little dazedly, before he put the medicinal pill in the cold jade bottle in his mouth and kissed him.

There is no room for rejection. I don't know how to make this medicine pill. Is it because there is too much licorice added, it's sweet and zesty, and soon after entering the mouth, it turns into water, with a little coolness, and it flows down the throat.

Jiang Zheliu seemed to be awake on the surface, but he didn't regain his senses. He subconsciously thought it was the specialty candied fruit or preserved fruit brought back by the other party. He didn't think about the medicine for a while. Leaning over, he licked the edge of the lips chasing Wen Renye.

so cute.

Wen Renye is like a big cat that has sucked catnip, and is almost unconscious. He lowered his head to bite the other party, and then asked, "Do you still want to eat?"

"……Um."

Jiang Zheliu had a headache all day long, soft and lacking strength, leaned in his arms, closed his eyes, and responded dully.

Wen Renye was elated, and through the wrong brain supplement, he came to the wrong conclusion, completely misunderstood the meaning of the other party, thinking that Xiao Liushu was determined to fight him.

The idea is a little silly, but the action is not slow at all.

Jiang Zheliu tasted the sweetness again. At this time, he recovered slightly and asked, "...What is this?"

"It's medicine." The little devil hugged him, his eyes sparkling and very energetic, "Don't worry. It won't hurt."

...what doesn't hurt...medicine...?

Jiang Zheliu's thoughts ran sluggishly for a while, and after a while, he disconnected with a bang, and suddenly understood what the other party meant. Before he could move back, his body was hugged tightly.

The little devil is a little bit urgent and shy, although I don't know why he is shy, but this shyness is just right, not deliberate at all, full of young people...

He says.

"I see what you mean! I started with the youngest one. The Year of Ember gave me the ointment, there are several types, I don't know which one do you like? ... Or let's try them all..."

Jiang Zheliu's mind buzzed, and he was completely awake.