Anyone with cultivation is a sea of ​​creatures. The sea of ​​spirits is either stormy waves or gurgling and calm, which is shown by the temperament of a practitioner. Therefore, the spiritual energy of the drunken mountain monk rushes through the wolf in Cang Ji's body, which is exactly the thunderous fire nature of the drunken mountain monk who hates evil.

When Jinglin was not awake, Cang Ji refused to enter into concentration. The spiritual energy of the monk in the drunken mountain was like a fish bone stuck in his throat, which made him unable to melt himself. The stinging pain between the spiritual sea made Cang Ji frown between his eyebrows. He sat by the bed, his legs could not be stretched out, and he had to curl up. The man's eyes turned blue and leaned against the back of the chair and stared at Jing Lin.

Hua Di invited the doctor to come last night, but how could ordinary doctors understand Jinglin's injuries? It was just a rough bandage and cleaned up the wound. Early this morning, Cang Ji touched Jinglin and became hot.

Cang Ji pushed Jinglin's hair away with two fingers, and saw that Jinglin's temples were wet and sweat was soaked. His fingertips touched Jinglin's auricles, and then slid to Jinglin's side neck, and finally touched the smooth place. Cang Ji's fingers stayed here for a long time, and his face was dark.

He just needs to use some more strength to make Jinglin die. Once Jinglin dies, he can tear this ice sculpture-like skin and see how deep and unfathomable Jinglin's heart is.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Cang Ji whispered, "Are they just coaxing me to praise you so much?"

His voice became lower and lower. His fingertips touched Jinglin's flesh and gently drew red marks. The red marks appeared faintly under his fingertips, slowly stretching along Jinglin's white neck, like a rope, tied Jinglin to his applause.

Hua Di squeezed into the door, holding a colorful fat bird with her slender hands. She unbuttoned her coat and looked at the bed.

"Since a person cannot wake up for a while, don't be stuck. Good brother, the house is so big, there is no need to stare at it, and he can't run away." Hua Di said as she picked up the purse with her index finger, shaking it in the air, and said happily and proudly, "Those stingy ghosts in the pharmacy! But I asked me to spend some effort to talk about the price, and I bought a chicken on the way, and I stewed it to replenish it in the evening."

Cang Ji turned his head tired and before he could thank him, he first collided with the colorful "chicken". The chicken was also stunned, and then he angrily kicked his claws and was furious.

"You despicable stupid guys!" A Yi hiccupped in anger, "It made me miserable!"

A Yi was sold out by a thief. At first, because of the rare color of the fur, but after a few days, the novelty dispersed and no one came to buy it. He was picky about food and looked depressed all day long. People were afraid that they could not support it, so they hurriedly sold it with pheasants. Poor A Yi was a small colorful bird in the ginseng tree, but he was almost pecked by pheasants in the cage. A Yi's tears were like heavy rain, and he flapped his wings while crying, and he looked up and wished he could drown the people in this room.

Cang Ji suddenly stood up, took A Yi, and smiled at Hua Di: "How dare you bother sister like this rude and erotic matter? I'll do it."

A Yi's neck cooled down and suddenly turned into a quail shape. He even held his mouth forcing: "I'm not afraid of you! You really dare to kill grandpa!"

Cang Ji carried A Yi out of the door with a knife. There was no one in the deep alley, and Donghan was standing on the eaves. He threw A Yi on the ground and squatted against the wall. Before A Yi could speak, he first inserted a knife to A Yi's claw. The sharp blade was pressed against A Yi's claw, covering him with trembling.

A Yi said: "Young Master Knife Holding My Neck Don't even think I'll bow my head!"

"Call you sister," Cang Ji said.

"You can see my sister whenever you want? I can still consider this sentence Jinglin said, why do you?" A Yi did not dare to walk, so he could only hum a few times.

"You only have two uses today." Cang Ji said, "I asked you sister and slaughter the soup."

A Yi wanted to speak rudely, but he saw Cang Ji's eyes gloomy. He shivered unconsciously under the coercion and cautiously retracted his paws that were about to run away.

"You beg you, what do you want to see my sister? You have to give me a reason!"

"Jinglin is sleepy." Cang Ji paused.

Seeing that his face became heavier, as if he was pressing on something. After a while, he said, "I want your sister."

"The sick girl doesn't have to sleep in every few days, what's so strange?" A Yi pondered, "Oh, I know. You must have met the monk in the Drunk Mountain. I said why was there such a big movement on the night before? How? He must have been scared to death when he saw Jinglin. Since he had seen him, why didn't you run away with Jinglin? No, if you knew that Jinglin was still alive, you couldn't run away, and it would be useless to call me Sister. But I didn't see the movement of the Dividing Corridor, so I must have not recognized it. Why, is Jinglin injured?"

Cang Ji's heart moved: "Have your sister mentioned anything?"

A Yi said, "You can call me Sister, but you have to tell my Sister that she will solve my true form!"

Cang Ji gently pulled back his knife: "It's easy to say."

Jinglin was like a deep sea, and his body turned into a fluorescent star, disappearing in the hopeless sea of ​​blood. His thoughts were moved by the sound of the copper bell, and gradually left his original position and drifted into the misty light. He seemed to see someone, playing and running with the copper bell, his black braids flew, and finally revealed a pair of sincere and clean eyes from the fog.

Who is this?

Jinglin didn't recognize him or saw him. He was about to look closely, but when he heard the people behind him calling "Jiu Brother". His spiritual sea fluctuated, and he quickly reunited the vast spiritual energy, dragging his distant mind back.

Jinglin suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was lying on the strange pillow. He returned to his mind and took a moment to recover his spirit and recall the matter.

"Brother Jiu." Fu Li turned into a small colorful bird and jumped beside her pillow, "It's so dangerous! If you hadn't closed your spirit at the critical moment, his staff would have been afraid that he would not have been able to wait for me to come."

Jinglin stood up: "What did you feed me?"

Fu Li said: "Ginseng Lishu Fruit is the best to nourish the spiritual sea, so I brought some here."

No wonder Jinglin felt that the spiritual sea was abundant.

Fu Li said again: "I saw that the fish swallowed the spiritual energy of the Drunk Mountain Monk but did not transform, so I gave him one, but I don't know how much he could melt. But after he got the Drunk Mountain Monk's mouth, his cultivation level jumped several miles, which was a blessing in disguise."

Jinglin saw Cang Ji closed his eyes and knew that he was melting. So he put on his clothes and said, "The monk from the Drunk Mountain gave him the order to chase the soul, and he would go to the realm without any trouble. What happened in the sky?"

Fu Li's eyes sank, Hua Di couldn't wake up on the couch, and there were no outsiders on her side. Then she said, "I dare not deceive Brother Jiu. It was the dispatch of Chengtianjun. Recently, Li Jin was against the current, and the Yellow Spring was afraid of evil spirits. The King of Hell reported to the Nine Heavens Realm. Chengtianjun sent the monk Zuishan to come down, but he expected to meet Brother Jiu! The monk Zuishan is both righteous and evil, and has fought with Brother Jiu, and I am afraid of him."

As she was talking, she suddenly saw Jinglin pointing her finger to her lips and stopped unconsciously and looked over with Jinglin's gaze. Cang Jishan opened his eyes and seemed to be smiling.

"Don't I listen, either?" He raised his hand to support his head, and looked at Jinglin with a very deceptive expression, "You and I will walk in front of the door of life and death. You can't kiss you anymore, do you still need to hide it from me?"

"The child is innocent." Jinglin said, "I am afraid of scaring you."

"What am I afraid of?" Cang Ji said, "It's not that you are protecting me."

"I can carry one stick, but I can't carry the second stick." Jinglin said without tying his shirt, and raised his hand to tie the buckle tightly. "How does the spiritual energy of the Zuishan Monk taste?"

"The flavor is not good." Cang Ji was able to stretch his legs in place. He lazily nestled in the chair, as if he was relieved, "It's a thousand miles away from you."

Fu Li jumped: "The prince is frivolous!"

Cang Ji was nurtured by the ginseng and tree fruits, and melted the spiritual energy of the monk Zuishan. At this moment, he was full of energy and the sea of ​​spirit was overflowing. He was not afraid of the clone of Shangfuli, but only smiled at Fuli: "Sister, I have always told the truth." He looked a little serious, "Thank you for your friendship with the fruits."

Jinglin was dressed properly and said, "Hui'an Eagle's eyes are so good, it's not convenient for you to stay here for more."

Fu Li said: "Even if I am a clone, it's better than this fish. Brother Jiu, the monk from the drunken mountain is here. I'm afraid that he will notice the clues, so I might as well leave with me."

"It's too late to leave." Jinglin turned out the window, "Besides, I have something to do."

Fu Li couldn't persuade him, so she could only calm down. When she took A Yi away, she heard A Yi ask, "I remember that he often brought stone men when he went out. Sister, where did that stone come from?"

Fu Li was still worried, so she looked back and replied casually: "What stone? That's just Brother Jiu's clone."

When A Yi heard this, he blurted out: "What!"

As soon as Fu Li left, the atmosphere in the inner room was still subtle. Cang Ji only sat on his back. He was tall and big, trapped in the corner, and instead developed some occupying momentum.

Jinglin was stared at by him for a moment and said calmly: "Don't you recognize it?"

"You know I will eat you." Cang Ji asked straight in one sword, "Why do you want to block me?"

Jinglin looked back at him for a while and said, "There is an interest."

"You are hesitant, but you do it decisively." Cang Ji stood up, held the bed post, and said cynically, "I will not show mercy to me like this. Jinglin, I will keep you in my heart and know that you are determined to die, but when you should die, I have the final say."

"Just." Jinglin tied his collar tightly and put on his cover, saying, "My most evil words are 'Life and death from heaven'. Now, it's true, and then life and death are yours." He stood up, did not touch Cang Ji, but only approached one step, "—I left a mark on my neck. Why, I have reached the last step, and you can't do it?"

Cang Ji's smile disappeared, and his sharp and cold things appeared in his eyes. At this moment, his disguise turned into clouds, revealing the hideous coldness of the monster. However, he could speak softly: "Yes, for a moment, my heart turned around and felt that your friendship was not over, and it should be deeper. I have been transformed into a human being, so how could I bear to leave you alone?" Then Cang Ji put his ears on Jinglin and whispered: "You are afraid that you don't understand. Even if you live with me, you will have to die in my stomach. If you raise me, you will have no reason to throw it away."

Jinglin turned out a paper fan empty-handed, pushed Cang Ji's chest open, and said, "We have something to do before when will I die."

Cang Ji followed the good deeds as he was like a stream, raised his hand and stepped back, saying, "Where are you going?"

Jinglin said: "Go to the dead and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a frivolous young man who was raising his eyes, slapped it away and gently tapped Cang Ji's chin.

"Lucky." The young master said with his smiley peach blossom eyes, but he said expressionlessly, "I feel wronged for a moment."

Before Cang Ji could respond, he turned into a person of the size of his palm with a "bang". He climbed onto Jinglin's shoulders and hid in Jinglin's hair. When he was about to set off, he suddenly said to Jinglin's ear: "Wait, where is the stone?"

Jinglin did not answer, but a rustling sound came out of his sleeve, and the stone man's head came out. It blinked at Cang Ji's little eyes and shrank back.

Cang Ji slid down his sleeves and followed him into it. He rolled and pounced on the stone villain, and the stone villain was "punched" and hit his head.

"I've been looking for you for many days, but you hide it in his sleeve." Cang Ji grabbed the stone man's grass crown, "Isn't it good to follow me? Why do you follow him? Will he take you to play?"

The stone villain buried his head and struggled in a flapping shape.

Cang Ji sat on the back of his waist and said, "You have no conscience either!"
Chapter completed!