The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

The ghostly figure quietly hid behind the bushes, looking through the gaps in the branches and leaves, looking at the boy who was confronting him under the tree.

It seems to be Xianjun himself.

Ming Tan's cheeks were slightly red, and he took out the character records in his arms. The book was a few years old, the pages were yellowed, and some words had become blurred.

However, he opened the book like a treasure, and skillfully found the seventy-third generation disciple of Qing Lingzong, Shen Liu rang the page.

According to the written records, the disciple is a world-shattering talent. Not only is his ability to practice spells far beyond his peers, but he also has rare talents in medicine pills, archery, and rhythm.

Zeng knew ten thousand spiritual grasses overnight, and refining the elixir was extraordinary, but he was helpless.

Once again, an arrow from thousands of miles away broke a strand of blue silk from Taoist Wuyuan, and after being punished by kneeling, he did not touch the bow and arrow for half a minute.

Ming Tan blushed, and silently read the passages that he remembered to be thoroughly familiar a few times.

He heard that Xianjun would not come, and regretted it for a long time. Yesterday, he saw Shen Liuliu next to the martial arts field. He immediately noticed the temperament of the one in a hundred, and he was suspicious. When he saw this scene, he was immediately determined. , is Shen Liuxiang himself.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

I really want to go up and say hello, I wonder if Xianjun still remembers him!

Ming Tan breathed a little, closed the book, carefully put it back in his pocket, looked up at the phoenix.

In this case, help Xianjun.

Ming Tan's fingers moved slightly, and a cloud of black mist floated into the air.

"Look, what is that?!" Someone exclaimed.

In mid-air, the fog that came from nowhere enveloped the phoenix, forming a black mass, changing like black mud, and finally set as a sinister smiling face, swiftly flying into the distance and disappearing. not see.

Shen Liuxiang put down his bow and looked around suspiciously.

Ming Tan quickly held his breath.

Xianjun doesn't need to know it's him, just remember his kind smile.

In the martial arts field, everyone was frightened for a long time by the strange smiles that the black mist turned into.

Shen Liuxiang returned the bow and arrow to the fallen Xiyang Sect disciple and planned to leave.

"Let go of my spiritual thing, still want to escape?!" A dragon roared behind him, and a cold arrow struck through the air.

Shen Liuxiang's body flickered, and he managed to dodge. The Cloud-piercing Arrow slammed into the tree.

Jin Dieshang's face was ashen: "You are lucky."

He quickly grabbed another silver arrow and set up a bow, ready to shoot at the man who angered him.

Shen Liuxiang turned his head and sneered: "Just you? Still taking the Jindan stage head with one arrow from thousands of miles away? Would you like me to teach you two tricks."

Jin Dieshang was trembling with anger, and the hand holding the bow was shaking.

He was upset.

Sure enough, this time Shen Liuxiang stood there, not moving, and the silver arrow whizzed past him several meters away.

If this arrow is a threat, it means that the bundled blue silk swayed lightly.

"But err."

Shen Liuxiang gave a thumbs up, turned his wrist, and tapped his fingertips down.

Immediately disappeared from everyone's sight.

Where did Jin Dieshang suffer such humiliation, and slammed Longyin to the ground, "Find him for me, I'm going to break his hand!"

Shen Liuxiang's hand hurt for a day.

He had never touched a bow and arrow before, he wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect that the moment he put the bow on the arrow, there would be divine help.

But it doesn't taste good after that.

His hands were sore and his arms were sore. He lay on the bed and didn't want to move.

At night, drowsiness hit, Shen Liuxiang yawned, remembering that his apprentice didn't come to kiss his forehead tonight, he was a little unaccustomed to it.

He tossed and turned for a long time and fell asleep wrapped in the quilt.

Wake up.

Zhou Xuanlan stared at the completely unfamiliar room and was stunned for a while.

The memory stayed at hugging the master, and then... Zhou Xuanlan held his forehead, and couldn't remember the next half.

There was movement at the door, and he put on his clothes and opened the door.

The young man blinked at him with clear eyes, Zhou Xuanlan's heart moved slightly, and he subconsciously said, "Master."

The other party nodded immediately and approached him.

After a moment, the soft lips came up, and with a touch of sultry warm breath, he dropped a kiss on his forehead.

Zhou Xuanlan froze.

Master, what are you doing?

"We'll kiss first. During today's dinner party, don't be rubbed against each other, let alone kiss me." Shen Liuxiang saw the apprentice's stunned look, and reached out and pinched his cheek, "Do you understand?"

Zhou Xuanlan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Shen Liuxiang frowned in doubt. In the sight, the young Jun's face was tense, he hesitated for a while, and said dryly: "This is not right, please respect yourself."

"Clam?"

Shen Liuxiang wanted to beat up his apprentice.

But before he could start, the disciples of Jianzong came and invited them to wash the bone spring.

This spring is the unique spiritual spring of Jianzong. It is full of spiritual energy. Cultivation in the pool water can achieve ten times the effect of the outside world. More importantly, the bone-washing spring water has the effect of Liaoning injury. Injuries can be healed.

The disciples of Qingling went immediately, and at the entrance, there were disciples of the Sword Sect who registered and gave everyone a number.

When it was Shen Liu's turn, the disciples in charge of registration recognized him, looked at each other, turned around and discussed for a while.

"The outer pool is full of people, if Shen Liuliu goes, I'm worried..."

"It's a little wrong. Uncle Shi loves him, so he should be kept clean. If he and those disciples take off their coats, back to back, and huddle together, what kind of formality will it be."

"Then let's give him the brand of the inner pool."

Everyone nodded and handed the brand to Shen Liuxiang, "This is the brand of the inner pool, and it is dedicated to the elders of the sect."

Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows: "Am I good-looking, why should I be special?"

All the disciples said in unison, "Everything is for Shishu!"

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

He entered the inner layer, found the spring pool where the brand name was located, took off his robe on the shore, unbuttoned the satin, and entered the spring water wearing only a single coat.

He reminded his disciples that even if his body is not injured now, he may still feel pain in the spring.

The Bone Washing Spring can dig out all the wounds that have been suffered on the body. Even if it has healed, it needs to be treated again.

Basically, no one who steps into the spiritual spring can't feel pain.

But Shen Liuxiang was soaked in the spring, and there was no pain at all. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that his body was so good, and he didn't have any old diseases.

In the center of the pool there is a water outlet stone, which can be leaned against and soaked in the hot spring. He glanced at it and walked towards the center of the pool.

When he was about to arrive, the water-soaked white long pointed to the cold stone, and was about to touch it when his fingertips suddenly trembled.

Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes slightly, and the severe pain swept across his body in an instant.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. His waist, legs, and feet stepped on the bottom of the spring seemed to be pierced by countless small needles and thousands of small insects. Biting, so that all his nerves instantly tense.

Shen Liuxiang's face was extremely pale, and he wanted to step away, but his body was firmly fixed in place as if he didn't obey.

In a trance, he thought he was going to die in the pool of pain.

The stiff fingers moved, and Shen Liuxiang pinched a very simple trick.

In the robe room on the shore, the jade pendant flashed by.

The spring pool is wide and the white mist floats like a sea of ​​clouds. In the quiet space, only the sound of the surging spring water can be clearly heard.

Zhou Xuanlan was half-undressed, and was suddenly summoned here, looking at Chi Zhong with a puzzled face.

Immediately, the dark eyes sank.

Shen Liuxiang was only wearing a single coat, soaked in spring water, and sticking wetly against his body, outlining the thin and slender figure of the young man, his waist-length black hair, and half submerged in the crystal clear pool water.

At this time, a drop of water mixed with blood slipped down the boy's jaw line.

"Tick-tock-"

The dark red color centered on him and spread out in the spring pool.

Zhou Xuanlan looked at the gradually dyed single clothes, suddenly realized something, jumped down from the spring pool, and came to Shen Liuxiang with the sound of rushing water.

Shen Liuxiang trembled with pain, seeing Zhou Xuanlan appear in front of him, raised his hand with difficulty and pressed it on his shoulder.

His lips were terrifyingly white, and he said tremblingly, "Take, take me out of the pool."

Zhou Xuanlan stared at him for a while, then stepped forward, stretched out his hand to support Shen Liuxiang's waist, and took the person into his broad arms.

"Master, you should have a very serious old illness." His deep voice was soft and slow, "You rely on your disciple, bear with it, and Lingquan is helping you heal your wounds."

He had never seen such a sight.

Every inch of skin submerged in the spring was bleeding.

Logically speaking, even if the body is covered in bruises, it is impossible for the whole body to be intact.

But it's so strange, Master's body seems to have been swallowed and bitten by something from the inside out, and no intact flesh can be found.

"I said, let you take me out of here." Shen Liuxiang almost lost his mind in pain.

He squeezed his fingers tightly, his nails deeply embedded in Zhou Xuanlan's shoulder, and repeated in a trembling voice, "Take me out of the pool."

Zhou Xuanlan lowered her eyes and stared at Shen Liuxiang's exposed skin. Under the washing of the spring water, countless red spots appeared.

There was a haze in his eyes.

What was the injury that caused such serious consequences?

Zhou Xuanlan was ruthless, with one hand circling his flexible waist, he held the person firmly in his arms, and the other hand pressed his head against his shoulder, and immediately led the person to sink into the spring water.

Shen Liuxiang's upper body, which was originally exposed on the surface of the water, was instantly submerged by the spring water, causing the blood around his body to become several times thicker.

His eyelashes trembled slightly in the water, and his whitish fingertips embedded in Zhou Xuanlan's flesh viciously through the fabric.

The pain all over his body caused him to collapse.

The huge pool turned scarlet.

Shen Liuxiang's desperately struggling movements caused layers of ripples on the surface of the water.

When he was exhausted, he shrank in Zhou Xuanlan's arms and couldn't stop trembling, buried his head in the crevice of his neck, caught a piece of meat, and bit it with full resentment.

Blood on the tip of the tongue.

His eyes turned a little redder.

After an unknown time, the pool returned to tranquility.

The Yongdong Active Spring refreshed the red-stained pool water, the white mist formed by the condensed spiritual energy floated in the sky, and the spring water was crystal clear.

"Whoa-"

Zhou Xuanlan surfaced.

Most of his clothes were torn apart, his long hair was messy and loose, and the crystal water droplets rolled down his hair. On the side of his neck, the teeth marks that penetrated deep into the flesh were intertwined and bloody, looking very scary.

And the boy curled up in his arms, black eyelashes drooping, lips returned to rosy.

The wet long hair was entangled between the two of them, and looking at his peaceful face, he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes, and his gaze swept across Shen Liuxiang's face inch by inch.

From the misted eyelashes, to the delicate white nose, and finally staying on the moistened lips, for a moment, he seemed to be bewitched and wanted to lean over to kiss.

Taste if the lips are as soft as he imagined.

But only for a moment.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes regained clarity, took out a robe from the storage bag, wrapped it around the boy's thin body, and carried the person out of the Lingquan pool.