Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 244 Appreciation of "Scenery"

Suddenly it was January again, the battle in Guanlingdu was stalemate, and rumors spread everywhere——The soul-cracking gun is very powerful, but it has no edges and corners. Suddenly fighting with Wei Wuyu, it seems that there is a big conspiracy hidden, everyone They were all suspecting that the Soul-Splitting Gun had been teased, but there had been no third party to join in. The Soul-Splitting Gun and Wei Wuyu became jealous more and more. The conspiracy flavor is getting stronger, not only the city lords of the cities are guessing, but even the dealers on horseback will squat on the side of the road and make a nest of discussions.

No one could understand what was going on.

Maybe the soul-splitting gun is also possessed?

Mingchun and Kecheng also maintained the situation of fighting the war and not moving, and they sent to Jishucheng like flowing water.

People from the Taiji Taoist sect are terrified of catching the fine work every day, and the wind and snow are biting the bone. It seems that the fourth son does not intend to be considerate of others.

Gradually, news came out from the Taoist palace that the fourth young master had encountered a catastrophe on the day he married her Taoist couple. The man died to protect her, and she was knocked down with the man's body. She was not reconciled. Seeing him become a ghost cultivator and never going back, I want to turn him into a puppet...

Within two days, this obviously logically illogical "news" was taken seriously by most people in Jishu City.

Before, there was a fight against Jielei, and later, Xia Ying was killed because of his soul arrest. The two things came together, well, it seems to be the case.

Some sentimental, sighing or composing poems with music made the atmosphere of Jishu City extraordinarily bizarre.

It's not that Yan Xiaotang doesn't know that it's fine if he has been fined three graves.
If Boxi was as obedient as a puppet, she would really be thankful, but how could he be willing to turn him into a puppet?
The blood pomegranate doesn't taste bloody, but it's cloyingly sweet. Bo Xi doesn't like it, and when he is forced to eat it, he frowned.

In fact, the taste of the blood pomegranate is very good, and it has greatly expanded the effectiveness of the blood. As long as Yan Xiaotang forces Bo Xi to eat two pomegranates every day, it will have the same effect as feeding him three cups of blood the previous day.

This fruit is very beautiful, it is as big as a walnut, and the skin is really like a pomegranate, but there are only three pulps inside, peeling off the skin, it is red and transparent, more beautiful than crystal, and it smells absolutely not like blood, it is sweet Fragrant, but a little tired.

Bo Xi thinks it's bad.

He never eats food, and his tongue is so light that he can taste the taste of water. When he encounters the "heavy" taste of blood pomegranate, he feels like suffering, and he will never eat it unless he is forced.

Bo Xi had never been self-willed about such trivial matters before. He could swallow the most unpalatable pot pie without frowning. When did it change?It probably started when Yan Xiaotang told him that this is Chizhiyuan, there is no Four Immortals, no master, no brothers and sisters.

"Bo Xi, you must eat."

Bo Xi sat back and turned his head. He couldn't get off the bed. He couldn't do such a thing as walking away, so he turned his head away, turning a deaf ear to Yan Xiaotang's words.

Is Yan Xiaotang angry?How can it be, my stomach is about to twitch with laughter, and my face has to be rigid.

Don't call him senior brother, and don't treat him as senior brother, as if something has changed along with the title.

She is happy to see it, or rather, intoxicated.

"If you don't eat, then I will?"

Boxi still ignored him.

Yan Xiaotang almost let out a laugh: "But I'm not the one who is hurt or sick, um, that's fine, I'll feed you."

She knelt down on the bed three or two times, pressed Bo Xi's shoulders, and made a gesture to stuff the blood pomegranate into her mouth. It was obvious how to "feed" her.

Bo Xi's ears turned red, and he immediately said, "Bring it."

Yan Xiaotang stopped teasing him, put the blood pomegranate in his hand, watched him eat it obediently, and immediately handed him a glass of water.

Bo Xi took it, shook his hand, and almost spilled the water, Yan Xiaotang held the bottom of the glass for him, watching the water in the glass shake violently.

It seems that he recovered very quickly, from being unconscious to being able to sit up by himself in just two months, but... it just seemed so.

Yan Xiaotang didn't pretend to be blind, and said directly: "What are you trying to do, I'll help you."

Boxi said stubbornly, "I can."

Yan Xiaotang held on to the cup, but Bo Xi couldn't hold it, and the two were deadlocked like a confrontation.

Yan Xiaotang said: "I have done more."

Boxi still didn't listen.

Yan Xiaotang was more straightforward: "I don't want others to touch you. You take a bath, change your clothes, and take the elixirs, all by myself."

Bo Xi avoided her gaze, and her earlobes became more and more red. Yan Xiaotang said again: "At first, everyone here thought you were my Taoist partner. Later, when I said that you were not married yet, they spread the word that we were getting married. There was an accident that day."

Before she could finish speaking, Boxi reprimanded, "You're talking nonsense."

Yan Xiaotang said: "Yeah, nonsense, you can't get better by yourself, you can only sleep and try to be brave, your body has finally recovered, so just toss about it! I want to take care of you, where there is time to clarify, I have to do whatever I want. They said it. Anyway, I don't care, from the first time I saw you, I knew it."

Bo Xi let go of the hand holding the cup, frowned and lay down. If he could pull it, he might want to pull up the quilt to cover his head and face.

Yan Xiaotang pulled the corner of the quilt for him, and walked away with the cup.

The next time he couldn't hold the cup steadily, Yan Xiaotang held the bottom of the cup for him, and he didn't refuse again.

These things seem to be nothing, but Yan Xiaotang can always grasp the measure, let Boxi retreat a little bit, defeat a little bit, and let her in.

When Bo Xi was able to barely stay on the bed, Yan Xiaotang hugged his waist as he walked and helped him walk slowly, he didn't feel so hard to accept it anymore.

Taiwei Immortal Sect's strict rules, the restrictive eyes of the elders, and the inferiority complex that soaked into Bo Xi's bones when he was a prisoner, all the shackles and shackles, she will slowly take away, and step by step, he will return to Bo Xi's freedom.

Why not start with a little self-willedness?

One day the wind was light and the snow was not so heavy, Bo Xi was in good spirits, Yan Xiaotang intentionally covered him under a thick fur cloak and took him out of Yu Li Palace.

Chi Zhiyuan is so different, she said it a hundred times, it is better for Bo Xi to see it with his own eyes.

Everyone in the Tai Chi Dao Palace got the news an hour ago, they were all surprised and busy with anxiety.

The largest restaurant in Jishu City, "Dengxianlou", emptied out the guests and quickly cleaned it up. There was no time to do more, and the time came. Everyone in the restaurant waited outside the door, followed by the alchemy cultivator from Taiji Dao Palace. Yes, after checking the inside and outside, they also stood on both sides of the inside and outside, stretching their necks and looking at the other side of the road.

This is the most decent street in Jishu City. The buildings are still tall and the streets are still crowded, but the flags and flags are not so broken. The end of the street does not affect the view.

Then Zichedou, Sanfen and other people who are currently in charge also came. As soon as they came, they released their spiritual consciousness, and the nearby restaurants were crowded, and some shops had four customers sitting on one stool!At a glance, he knew it wasn't just there. Zi Chedou wanted to send someone to drive him away, but was stopped by Sanfen.

"The Fourth Young Master just wants the Eldest Young Master to come out to relax. It would be meaningless to drive everyone away."

Zi Che Dou was puzzled: "Don't you want to enjoy the scenery?"

"Yes." Sanfen nodded.

Zichedou realized it by himself, and dared to feel that to the people in the upper realm, the people here are called "Jing".He looked around again, opened his spiritual consciousness, and all the brave ones came: among the monsters, there were those who were transformed, and those who were not, and among the ghosts, there were men and women, all different, even human beings, some were fat as balls, and some were short. The footstool is really interesting...

Zi Che Dou was in a complicated mood.

Sanfen saw it and persuaded: "You have to think about it this way, the Fourth Young Master and the Eldest Young Master regard us as scenery, and we can also treat them as scenery."

Zi Che Dou was a little excited: "It's true, we have many eyes."

A four-eyed dog in the tavern on the opposite side retracted its head, Ziche bucket twitched, and that one made them even. Is this appropriate...

Everyone was waiting to see the Fourth Young Master and her "puppet". After waiting for a long time, a flash of light flashed and directly entered the gate of Dengxian Tower.

A muffled groan blew into the wind.

Zi Chedou coughed dryly, and entered the restaurant with Sanfen and others. The gate of Dengxianlou was not closed, but from the empty street, no one dared to go to the gate of Dengxianlou to look around.

Yan Xiaotang was dressed in crimson blood-like clothes, simple and capable, her hair was tied in a ponytail, except for a headband, and she didn't even wear earrings, but she was more eye-catching than all the well-dressed female cultivators present, beautiful or not, Putting it on her is already something that doesn't need to be considered.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, Bo Xi staggered, Yan Xiaotang hurriedly supported him, with many eyes watching, Bo Xi wanted to stand on his own, Yan Xiaotang strengthened his hands, and whispered: "Don't be brave."

Bo Xi looked at her sideways, and saw that she didn't look at anyone else at all, and only him was reflected in her pupils——after a few breaths, he gave up and put half of his weight on her shoulders that were not broad.

Yan Xiaotang laughed immediately, helped him to the side of the stairs, didn't ask others for help, and didn't say anything to others, just focused on supporting him, and slowly climbed the stairs.

Bo Xi grabbed the handrail with the other hand, wrapped his whole body under the fur cloak, and only his hand with visible veins was exposed. Every time he went up a flight of stairs, the veins on the back of his hand swelled up, and it was very hard to see. I lost my balance several times, and my legs didn't have much strength.

Seeing Yan Xiaotang almost half-embracing her, everyone in the hall was very worried.

The so-called "puppet" is self-defeating. This eldest son is very weak, but he is clearly a living person.

Most people didn't dare to think about or believe in the matter of resurrection. They suspected that the reason why Xia Ying failed to restrain the soul was because he mistook the living for the dead.

Some faint sounds of sound transmission came into the ears, Yan Xiaotang raised the corner of her mouth, saw that Bo Xi was sweating, grabbed his sleeve and wiped it off for him, and asked him his opinion: "Sit on the second floor today, and we will come back another day." up?"

(End of this chapter)