Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 222 Don't drink and drive (please subscribe)
The spring rain dripped along the eaves of the blue tiles and fell into the drainage ditch beside it. The mountains in the distance, shrouded in the misty twilight, seemed to be a little more beautiful than usual.

The cold wind, carrying the residual frost of the winter moon, blows from the swaying treetops, stepping back and forth, afraid of hitting the bamboo curtain in front of the window.

Fallen autumn and winter leaves were piled up in front of the door. In the noise of the wind, they were dug out of the soil and turned around stubbornly.

Of course the wind is getting colder and colder, but the wine is getting warmer the more you drink it.

Li Xuanzhen was wearing a simple moon-white Taoist robe, under the shadow of the flickering lamp.

Jing Mu, however, sat on the other side of the table with his eyes fixed on his nose and his heart on his nose, with a wine glass in his hand, his expression restrained, no longer the original publicity and appearance, neither giving people a cautious and humble feeling, nor It will make people feel like a villain.

When his thoughts constantly start to synchronize with another will.

He who is alive is just the shadow of another existence.

It is neither a clone, nor an absolute self.

"Are you just looking for me to drink?" Li Xuanzhen asked Jing Mu.

There was some desolation in her voice, and the delicate body that any male would salivate at the sight of, seemed to have let go of all defenses facing Jing Mu at this moment.

"It's just drinking, I... have always been very grateful to you." Jing Mu said.

Two years have passed since the riot that caused a stir in the entire Taixuan Sect.

In the past two years, the bitch is still alive and well.

Li Xuanzhen was still swept into a more remote place of Taixuanmen, and lost his former power.

When a cultivator has neither rights nor absolute force in his hands, the well-known benefits he has in his hands are pieces of fat.

In the past two years, Li Xuanzhen has encountered too many betrayals, tramples, covets, and those wild dogs who thought that they could take advantage of the Phoenix's distress and taste the taste of the Phoenix.

Just three days ago, Li Xuanzhen directly smashed an outside deacon who was so bold as to skimp on her expenses and had a one-night relationship with her, and threw him from the top of the mountain, and fell into the bottom of the cliff, turning him into a pulp.

Jing Mu... is also one of the few people who didn't betray her.

Of course, it may also be because Jing Mu's label about her...or Ren Zai is too strong. No one wants to come here to solicit for a person who is only a little talented.

Even those who were already involved in this 'conspiracy' to promote something.

After all, Li Tianxing still has meritorious service to the Taixuan sect, and he is suspicious of death in closed doors, so he said it against his only daughter...it's really not good to hear.

What's more...the news of Li Tianxing's death has not been confirmed yet.

"Hahaha...drinking! Just drinking... so I don't even have the qualifications to be admired by people like you now? Or...even you despise my reputation and it's already stink ?" Li Xuanzhen suddenly sat upright, then stared at Jing Mu and said.

The wine Jing Mu held in his mouth seemed to be no longer sweet, but sour.

"Others say you are rotten...you are really rotten for others to see, others say you have an affair with me, and you are really convinced... What are you proving? Or are you ruining yourself?"

"Or, do you want to force someone to come out?" Jing Mu still swallowed the wine.

Some words are two years late, but it is just right to say it now.

Li Xuanzhen two years ago, even though he was suddenly changed, he hadn't experienced the real warmth and warmth of human feelings, and he hadn't realized the difference from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, so she couldn't listen to some words, and wouldn't understand them. Seriously.

Now... of course it's different.

There is an old saying, 'The poor have a plan, the rich have a conscience'.

Whether a wealthy person has a conscience or not is not an absolute definition.

It's a choice.

They can choose to be kind, or they can choose to be evil.

But poor people often have a hard time making any choice. Life will force them to do some inappropriate things, and it will also make them have to put away those good things that will only make it more difficult for them.

And those who have tasted "rich" but have nothing, their urgency and inner struggle to get rid of the status quo will be a hundred times better than those who are already in poverty.

Therefore, they are full of calculations.

In the warmth and coldness of this world, all that is left is numb interest exchanges and conspiracy.

Li Xuanzhen slightly lowered his eyes, and then a sneer appeared on his face.

A layer of thick fog shrouded her body, hiding all her seductive amorous feelings.

"What are you? Do you dare to teach me?"

"You are just a dog that I kindly fed back then." Li Xuanzhen's words were fierce and harsh.

A strong resentment surged in Jing Mu's heart.

This is not the first time he has been scolded as a dog.

In this oppressive and dull Taixuan sect, no matter how good he proves himself, it seems that he is just doing useless work.

In the past two years, he has broken through to the late stage of Jindan. In the past two years, he has made dozens of meritorious services for Taixuanmen...but he is still just a dog in the eyes of others.

Those guys who were born with a golden key in their mouths, even if they are incompetent and useless, can easily order him around, and maybe even give him some superficial respect in person.But behind the scenes, they are full of ridicule and sarcasm.

At this time, Jing Mu can already understand Ren Zai somewhat.

Whether it's those who are high above, or those who have been sunk in the mud.

They all decided on something.

Just like the son of a dragon, he is destined to soar to the nine heavens, just like the son of a mouse, he is destined to dig holes in the dirty ground.

In those Taixuan sects, the guys from aristocratic families, no matter how bad they are in their bones, people only dare to hide in secret, quietly resenting, but most of them are envy and jealousy.

If you do a little work, you will be greeted with praise.

As for the really outstanding people who have struggled from nothing, those aristocratic families treat them like dogs.Those who are far inferior to them regard them as clinging to the powerful and unscrupulous villains.

If you have a little bit more ability, you dare to bite the 'master' back and get some high positions.

Even the so-called 'master' used to have extremely bad conduct and committed many crimes.Those who sympathize with him are far better than those who truly praise and praise the rebels.

"True Immortal Dao...is there another kind?" Jing Mu clenched his fists and asked indifferently.He didn't know why he would say such a sentence at this time.

It was as if these words had always been imprinted in his mind.

Boom!

Chunlei exploded outside the mountain.

The originally dense drizzle began to fall from the sky more quickly and abundantly.

Golden talismans flew in the clouds.

That is a talisman written by Taixuanzi himself. The spring thunder not only has the power to deter insects and wake up all things, but also has the power to create life, and the cycle of yin and yang is bred in it.Therefore, the golden talisman absorbs the power of spring thunder, which is a kind of accumulation.

A real talisman is three parts man-made and seven parts natural. After many years of cultivation, even the person who wrote it back then may not be able to fully understand all its functions and abilities.

The foundation of Dapai lies in the accumulation of time.

Time... can make many ordinary and ordinary things gradually experience unparalleled brilliance and magic.

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