Chapter 268: 269： [Tian Yin Ge] Jun Moxiang

In the mood of confusion, the seal of the person who stepped down the body of the fairy, the robes scattered, revealing the traces of green purple purple below. He acted as if he had thought of something, his eyes were dark and hot, just like the two smoldering fires in the ashes.

After a while, Teng Xianjun closed her eyes and sighed: "But..." He also knows that if he does it again at this time, Chu night would rather be separated from his flesh.

"Today is... and spare you..."

In this quietness of the world, he finally released the person in his arms and did not do anything too much. But still bowed his head, his throat twitched, kissing the lover's eyebrows, all the way down... and finally fell between the necks, and Sensen's white teeth took a bite. Then he straightened up and pulled up the man who was pressed at the table.

The porridge was cooked, and he snorted and snorted.

Stepping Xian Jun has a rough hand and a good dress for the night, and has a soft cough. The voice is still low. There is still room temperature: "The porridge is good, go, and have a bowl."

Although Chu Yuening was made in the fog, he was moody because of his usual day, and he felt that he was a dream, so he did not go too far. What's more, eating well is much more comfortable than finding ridiculous, so I didn't talk much more, to uncover the coffin lid.

"More."

"...hold you?"

Stepping on the fairy is like laughing and laughing: "You try."

Speaking and sitting down at the table.

Although he would like to take a look at the appearance of the pot porridge cooked in the night, but the emperor's shelf still has to be end, so the human model sits at the table and corrects, but also put a casual look.

However, when the porridge really comes up, stepping on the fairy will not be careless -

This porridge was overcooked, and the water was also put a little more. The taste was salty and faint. Even if it had not been moved, he knew that he was familiar with the taste that he had never tasted.

"Eat."

"..."

Stepping on the fairy bowl in front of the small bowl of God, the spoon was stirred in it, but did not send the porridge soup to the entrance.

Chu nightning looked at him: "If you don't eat again, it will be cold."

"……Oh."

The porridge was picked up, and it was put to the lips, and hesitated to let go.

Chu Xiaoning finally felt his strangeness and asked: "What happened?"

"Nothing." Stepping Xianjun smiled and was still sinful and contemptuous. "It’s really bad to cook, don’t drink."

"..."

"It's too stuffy here, this seat goes out and breathes."

He finished, pushing the unmoving porridge bowl away, and he got up and walked to the door. When the door was approaching, the voice of Chu Xiaoning sounded behind the scenes.

"If you don't drink." Chu Yuening's voice is very calm, it is the calm that he has been humiliated many times and he has tempered. "I just dumped the whole pot."

Anyway, what he did to him, in all likelihood, was ruined.

This has been the case since the initial copying of the hand that was shot down to the ground.

Stepping on the fairy suddenly came back: "Don't move!... I mean..." He coughed and concealed his gaffe. "First let go."

"What are you doing?"

"...no need to take care of you."

He opened the curtain and went out. When he reached the eaves, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He is actually a corpse. How can he be like a living person, and after all, it is different from living people - he has been unable to eat.

At that time, he was killed in the Wushan Temple, and was used by the cold scales to make a living dead. The cold scale sage came to the world through time and space cracks, and he was left in the old and broken red dust to do things according to the order, just like this, for nearly ten years.

In the ten years of this corpse, he has never eaten anything. But he is not gluttony, so he never feels any regrets.

Until today, sitting in front of a bowl of succulent egg-flowered lean meat porridge, he suddenly felt lost -

Why is he no longer a living person?

He waited for so many years, and finally waited for a few days, and got a late night that belongs to him.

But he couldn't drink any more porridge that the man had made.

What is the taste of porridge cooked in the late evening?

He stood under the corrugation and squinted and recalled. After a long time, he suddenly raised his arm and covered his eyelashes. No one could see how his face looked at him. He showed it only. The pale lips of the squatting, as well as the chin of the lines.

Later he put his arm down and opened his eyes, his eyes were reddish.

His memory is not good, not too smart. If the tip of the tongue can still feel a little bit sour, bitter and salty, he may be able to regain his memories. But his bones are cold and his lips are tasteless. So even if the bowl of porridge is in front of him, he can't remember what it is.

He won't know again.

At night, he went to find a teacher.

Sacrifice to the cold pool in front of the Temple of Heaven, the handsome and innocent man with a bare foot, the toes twirling with the torrents of spring, picking up the star-like water.

Seeing him coming, the teacher’s eyebrows are slightly raised, and he seems to know his intentions. His look is cold and ridiculous: "So beautiful scenery, I don’t think that Emperor Jun is not in the secret room to accompany Chu Zongshi, but I have come to find me."

Teng Xianjun did not want to bend around with him. He asked directly: "Do you have any way to make this seat become the same as before?"

"..." The teacher swept his eyes back and forth. "Although you are a living dead, the bed rest should be unaffected."

"I didn't tell you this."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"... Eat." Stepping Xianjun is cold and cold, "This seat wants to eat."

The teacher’s eyes were dark and thoughtfully asked: “Isn’t the emperor wanting to eat that bowl of dragons?”

"Besides my teacher, no one in the world can do it well."

The teacher smiled a little: "It's rare, you can think of him today."

Teng Xianjun’s memory of the teacher’s voice is messy and unstable, and sometimes it can be recalled. Sometimes there is no impression, but in general, there are many impressions. So I heard him mention the word “teacher” today, and the teacher is not new.

He asked: "Hey, you are mixing all day in Lushan and Chu night, why don't you think about your Ming brother?"

"..."

The so-called opposites do not know, this is probably the case.

After a while, Tseng Xianjun said: "You said that this body is too heavy, and you should not go to see my teacher before you get a new spiritual resurrection. He is a water attribute, this seat. Will hurt him."

The teacher did not lie at the slightest shame: "It is true."

"So you ask the dragon to copy what to do." Stepping Xian looked at him with cold eyes. "Which pot does not open the pot."

The teacher smiled and smiled: "I am just curious that in addition to the dragon's handwriting, there is nothing to eat in the world that will make you taste the treasures of the emperor."

"..."

"What, don't you want to say it?"

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"..."

"That makes me guess, is Chu Zongshi cooking for you?"

Seeing the emperor's look slightly changed, the lips are slightly stunned, the teacher smiled and said: "I heard that the Chu Zong division of the dead and the dead is a must, the best cooking coke, you are really interesting, this can swallow Lower mouth."

The face of Stepanjun is getting more and more heavy: "You can say that there is no way, others don't have to worry."

"There is definitely a way, and I have already told you about it."

Stepping Xian frowned: "What is it?"

"The old way." The teacher said softly, "Get the spiritual core of the Mo Zongshi at an early date, and exchange his spiritual core for you, you will be exactly the same as before."

An orange flower floated over the water, and the tip of the teacher's toe swept a little, and the white and fragrant flowers were caught in the gap between the toes. Although Fang Fei was white, it was not as delicate and delicate as the skin of the teacher.

The teacher smiled and glared at the flower that was embarrassing on his toes and could not continue to float. He said: "We both worked together and got the spiritual core one day earlier. I will get your full strength one day, you, You can also eat what you want to eat one day earlier."

I paused and raised the lashes of soft feathers: "See people who think about it."

"..."

"So let me do more with me, the emperor will kneel down."

"Before you want to go to the lonely moon and night to kill people, and later you have to call this Zhen Zhen army to attack the dead, these these have been done. You have to cooperate with you in this seat, simply say it."

The teacher smiled and smiled: "Okay, really happy. In fact, there are not many things to ask you to do next, only the last one."

"You said."

"Go with me to Tianyin Pavilion, our chess game has been down to the end, and the net."

When he said this, Teng Xianjun noticed that the pigeons were wearing a golden tail feather pigeon, which was the soul of the Tianyin Pavilion.

"Tian Yin Ge is here for you?"

"Yeah." The teacher stretched out two long fingers and sandwiched a thin piece of paper. "It’s all good news. Everything goes according to our plan. Good people don’t feel so happy. Anping Anzhen, but no one gave him a sin."

He smiled and licked his fingers. He had cursed the letter and instantly folded it into a paper butterfly and threw it to Stepan.

"Look at it yourself."

"You don't have to look at it." Stepping Xian took the paper butterfly, but did not expand. He looked at the teacher with a pair of black eyes. "You will say, when do you start?"

"Trial after three days. Execution after three more days."

"Six days?"

The sergeant stroked the wings of the Jinwei homing pigeon, and his expression was very gentle. Suddenly, a small snake in his sleeve was pulled out, and the neck of the pigeon was bitten by lightning, and the soft bird was swallowed in an instant. belly.

All of this is only between the electric and the flint, and there is no fluctuation on the face of the teacher. It seems to have been used to it.

He smiled and opened a residual feather, and looked up: "Yes, so we will stay in Lushan for three days, then go to Tianyin Pavilion and wait."

The feathers fell into the pool, and the cockroaches spread softly, breaking the reflection of the two men on the shore.

"His spiritual core will give you the power to be invincible. In this way, everything you want will soon be available."

After this conversation, Stepping Xianjun returned to the Shushan Chamber of Secrets.

The spirit of Chu Evening was not good. It seemed to be reading a book, but at the moment it fell asleep on the table. A white sleeve was like a snow cover.

He stood by him for a while, in fact, it was such a man, a lonely lamp, a book of green books, he has been prosperous in the world, read the flowers, and the beauty of beauty has never been seen.

What is the night of Chu?

What catches your eyes.

He thought so sullenly, but his throat was swaying, and he couldn’t help but lean over and hold the man, burying his cheeks in the neck of the man.

"..." Chu Yuening was disturbed by him and opened his eyes. Fengxian was first confused and gentle, and then remembered the brutality of this immortal monarch, and his eyes were sharp and fierce.

These changes have all fallen into the eyes of stepping Xianjun. The troubles in his heart were unwilling to grow like wild grass, and in the end he couldn't stand it, and he would hold up the night.

"What are you crazy about? - Hey!"

A sigh, the man has been on the wall.

Stepping on the fairy and kissing him desperately, from the neck to the lips, from the lips to the chin, he gasped and said, "Do you like me?"

"..."

"Chu Ning, do you like me?"

"What are you doing? Why suddenly..."

However, Teng Xianjun does not seem to want to know his answer. He simply wants to ask this question. As for the answer, it has nothing to do with him.

Or because no matter what the answer is, returning to the road, you can't go back, so it doesn't help.

"If I am not the emperor, I am like you, become a generation of masters, will you be willing to be with me? Will you be willing to treat me better?"

He finally bite Chu Ning's neck side, blood-sucking possession.

It seems that this is the only way to prove that this person belongs to him in his arms, not to the ink rain that is completely different from his own.

However, the moment of falling off the eyelashes, the voice was hoarse.

"Do you like him all the time, more than me who likes this..."

"What the **** are you talking about!"

Yes, Chu Xiaoning’s memory is disordered at this time. There are only memories of past lives, and there is no impression of this life. Naturally, he will not understand his gibberish.

It is only this time, he is completely a person who is a monk.

He suddenly felt very sad.

I don't know why, there is even some pride and misery in the voice.

Stepping Xianjun and his lover are lingering in the neck. In the end, he whispered: "If I win his spiritual core... will you hate me more?"

Nothing is more incomprehensible than being denied by myself.

Stepping Xianjun holds the people in his arms.

"But you are the one in this seat..."

"Don't betray me."

When he was whispering, he even felt that he was bleak.

Probably lonely for a long time, and then the sharp knife will be blunt.

"Eight years. How long have you been after he was born again, I am alone, how long it has been waiting for another red dust."

Lonely Wushan Temple, floating for no reason.

"Don't leave me for the second time.... The first time, I can still die. But if you go for the second time... I can't even choose to die." Stepping Xianjun raised his eyebrows. Gloomy and crazy, sadness and paranoia symbiosis, "I can't stand it..."

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