"Sulhu..." The night was deep, and a figure passed through the wilderness bushes and settled in front of a Taoist temple. Sun Xiujing covered her painful heart with her hands, and she could no longer bear it. With a "wow", blood spilled over the front, her face suddenly looked like gold paper, her lips trembled, and she felt hatred in her heart: "Although she was the Yin-Yang Puppet in the Headmaster, she still had this backlash, which was hateful!"

He was trembling and holding his backward body, and he was about to come forward to knock on the door. No one knew that this was the only Taoist temple in Maoshan Immortal Sect in Yanzhou. At that time, the Dao Sect in Jiuzhou in the world was relatively closed. However, many Dao Sects have originated from ancient times. Many of them either came from a source or had a connection between one and two, and they would not even be allowed to settle down. The same is true for Laoshan in Jing and Xu Erzhou.

The Taoist temple obviously has a bad incense, but it is just a small temple. The walls are covered with weeds, and the red paint on the archway is peeling off. Looking from a distance, it has a bit of dilapidation.

At this moment, the master of the temple Xu Mi was meditating in Qingjing. He was shocked for no reason. His spiritual consciousness slowly released. Seeing the scene outside the door, he suddenly stood up, "Is this... Senior Brother Xiujing?"

He opened the magic circle and rushed to the front yard, opened the door and helped Sun Xiujing to walk into the back yard, took a yellow gourd, poured out two longan-sized elixirs, and asked the dozing boy beside him to pour a glass of water and put Sun Xiujing on his clothes.

"It hurts so much!" Sun Xiujing spit out a mouthful of black and red blood, her face was a little rosy, and her voice was still lacking in energy: "Thank you, Senior Brother Xu, for helping me."

"Junior Brother Xiujing, how did you end up in such a situation?" Xu Mi looked grim. Seeing Sun Xiujing spurting out with the mouth of blood, her black and black hair was already gray and white, she asked in surprise: "Is it even used the slap puppet made by the head sect?"

The so-called "blocking the catastrophe and replacing death" is not without a price. The Maoshan sect is just a Taoist Yangshen. How could there be the saint who refined the scarecrow to replace his disciples? Now this is the backlash of essence and blood, and life span.

Sun Xiujing waved her hand, indicating that she was fine, and told her that she had no trouble before, "I met a young sword immortal. Her magic power was powerful and her magic sword was sharp."

Sun Xiujing said, a little ashamed, so she vaguely led the other party's true cultivation. Xu Mi just thought that this was reasonable. Mao Shan was not good at attacking with a magic sword, and asked tentatively: "Fu Yang's person?"

The various veins of the Immortal Dao of Jiuzhou have inherited the sword skills. Only Taibai, Emei, Kunxu, and Fuyang are the four families. The first three are far away in Bashu and Yongliang, and Fuyang.

"It's not Fu Yang, the other party's Taoist aura is obscure and ethereal, either Kunxu, or Laoshan." Sun Xiujing shook her head and said seriously, "Senior Brother Xu, I would like you to have something."

When Xu Mi heard this, his eyes flashed and he pondered: "The junior brother's intention is known to you. I will go to Shangqing Palace to privately ask Xu You Zhenjun in his heart."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xu." Sun Xiujing gave a bow.

It is also a strange thing. Xu Mi and Xu You belong to the Xu family, but they belong to Maoshan and Laoshan. However, most Taoists are cold-hearted and have always been very clear about public and private affairs.

"Junior brother, the head teacher and several uncles are coming soon," Xu Mi stroked his beard and comforted: "If you are indeed a disciple of Laoshan, when the head teacher arrives, you will definitely ask you and your disciples for an explanation."

The two brothers and brothers talked for a while, and before they knew it, it was already dawning.

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...

Xuanyuan Temple, Xu Xing took off his skills and exhaled a long breath. After returning last night, it was already midnight. Xu Qianxue did not sleep. She asked Xu Xing about Liancheng's situation, but fortunately everything was peaceful.

"Young Master, Sister Qianxue asked me to call you for food." While walking slowly, as the fragrance came, Xiangyu's soft voice came.

Seeing Xiangyu walking towards her, her bright and beautiful face was dazzling, and her fair skin seemed to be pinching out of water. A little cinnabar between her eyebrows was as bright as a cloud of clouds. Especially for a faint fragrance that could not be described, it floated quietly. Xu Xing didn't think much about it, and raised his eyes and asked, "Xiangyu, are you approaching the flowering period?"

The white peony seems to bloom in March and April?

"Young Master... why are you doing this?" Xiangyu was stunned for a moment, her face suddenly turned red, and her cheeks spread to Xueya's neck. She seemed to have even her round and smooth earlobes turned red. She put down the basin and towel, and said stutteringly: "You... wash yourself and ignore you."

As he said that, he turned around and walked away.

Xu Xing frowned and thought to himself, why did this Xiangyu blush inexplicably? Her body was not a red peony. He was too lazy to delve into it, so he got up and washed his face.

Suddenly I remembered something, looked out at the sky, and saw that it was already afternoon, and the soft sun shining in the garden, revealing tranquility and laziness, "It's already afternoon?"

Thinking of seeing how Liancheng recovered, Xu Xing didn't wait long and took the cloud shuttle and escaped into the void.

Jining Shifu Back Garden

Because it was March, the back garden was full of flowers, attracting bees and butterflies to fly and busy.

The shade under the trees is covered with quiet and pleasant. There is a swing above the green grass. Liancheng is wearing a pink and white skirt. It is as white as jade neck, and a string of pearl necklaces with a light and clear color. At this moment, she is sitting on the swing side, holding the swing rope with the right hand with a ring. The maid Xiaolan behind her is gently shaking.

Under the air bangs combed on the forehead, the eyebrows were beautiful, and the bright eyes were slightly lowered, as if the resentment was hidden in the eyes, "Young Master said that I would come to see me today, is it because I was perfunctory to me?"

A breeze hit, and Xu Xing stood silently under the tree not far away, and I don’t know when it came. There was a trace of unconcealed fluctuation in his clear eyes, frowning with eyebrows, and the distant mountains were covered with darkness, and he was vaguely snatched by it?

As if I remembered a poem, I couldn't help but chant: "After the swing, I got up and tidy my hands. The flowers were thick, and the sweat was thin, and the clothes were light. When I saw the guests coming in, I slipped in my socks and gold hairpins. I walked away with a shy look, leaning against the door and looking back, but I sniffed the green plums."

"Ah," Lian Cheng heard the familiar voice and suddenly came back to his senses. He looked in the sound. Seeing Xu Xing wearing a blue shirt under the tree, his face was quiet and his eyes were cold, he quickly stood up and said in surprise: "Young Master, I still think... I still think you are not here."

Before Xu Xing could react, he felt the faint fragrance swelling. The girl was about to enter her arms, and her expression was a little unnatural. He hesitated with his right hand and gently hugged Yingying's waist. A thought flashed in his heart. Canglanshan seemed to have been hugged once, once more or less, so the problem should not be big?

Feeling the warm palms on his waist, Lian Cheng's delicate body trembled slightly, his head buried in Xu Xing's chest, and he listened to the man's strong and powerful heartbeat just now.

"Miss Liancheng, I'll take your pulse..." Not long after, Xu Xing gently held Liancheng's shoulder and said, "You have just recovered from a serious illness, and your mood is not good for your body. The future is long, no, and there will be no future..."

Perhaps no matter how you look at it, you don’t think it’s human words. Xu Xing frowned and stopped talking. After a while, he said, “I don’t mean that.”

"I know." Lian Cheng's bright eyes and white teeth were bright, and his eyes were bright. The girl was originally a kind-hearted and understanding person. She nodded immediately, turned to a smile, and pulled Xu Xing's hand, "Young Master, you are so dusty all the way, you should be thirsty. I'll let Xiaolan make a long-awaiting Longjing in front of Huyu, let's go to the pavilion to talk."

"Can."

Xu Xing didn't want to say much at this moment, so he glanced at the hand that was being held by Lian Cheng and said only one word.
Chapter completed!