MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 16

This is the first time that Jiang Zheliu has traveled in a worldly way.

From the frozen Zhongnan Mountain, through the lush Kuangfeng Ridge, and then into the major cities in the human world, through the world's number one brothel full of red sleeves, and through the misty rainwater township.

Wen Renye was still young, but because he always felt that Jiang Ziliu couldn't take care of himself, he came all the way and was more worried than anyone else.

But in fact, Jiang Ziliu really couldn't take care of himself well. He is able to understand the past and the present, and is very knowledgeable. He has also used a sword to shake the sky, and he is unparalleled, but now he can't take the medicine **** for collecting herbs, and he can't remember the suitable climate and habits for flower seeds, and it is always because of his own low body temperature. , forget the outside temperature.

This person's sensitivity to temperature is too low. Every time Wen Renye holds his hand, he feels icy cold, which makes his heart rage to death, but this person is as crisp as a piece of paper, and he can't be beaten or scolded. , it seems that the next moment will dissipate like a light smoke.

However, Jiang Zheliu is indeed very light. In Wen Renye's eyes, he is almost weightless. The waist is narrow and slender, and even through a thick plush cloak, it can be easily wrapped around one arm.

It's just that these are his estimates, and there is no chance for him to circle over with one hand.

Danxinguan is in the center of a pool of blue lakes, surrounded by small bridges made of ancient wooden boards. It looks too old, and I don’t know if I can still step on it. There are not even docked boats on both sides, only a lake of carp comes up and spit bubbles.

There is a piece of land in the middle of the lake, on which is built the Danxin Temple.

Although Jiang Zheliu had seen Ember Nian, he had never really been to Danxinguan. He stretched out his hand to close the cloak, looked at the endless mirror-like lake, and sighed inexplicably: "The doctor's residence is exquisite, with beautiful mountains and rivers."

A certain Demon Venerable living in poor mountains and bad waters felt a little offended: "...That's it."

Jiang Zheliu didn't say much about this matter. Just as he was about to walk to the bridge, he was stopped by Wen Renye by the side.

Lord Mozun looked at him with a stern face, raised his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, quietly completed his thoughts on the way, lowered his head and said, "This bridge looks like it's going to break down, I'll hug you."

Without waiting for Jiang Zheliu to answer, as soon as his waist tightened, he was carried by the other party's waist and fell from mid-air to the center of the lake.

This is different from the long-distance escape method that requires cultivation, which is to simply hug people. After Jiang Zheliu stood firm, he patted the back of his hand and said, "It's not over yet?"

The little devil slowly moved his hand away reluctantly.

Jiang Zheliu has a very good smell on his body, but there is a very light chill, a little chilly. However, for the demons who are born with body heat and dryness, it is like an air conditioner with a suitable temperature in the hot summer, and it is very comfortable to hold.

Wen Renye wanted to hold his hand, but was flicked away again. He was just like a young man who finally made some progress with his first love and then was patted away. He was full of resentment, but he was too embarrassed to tell Jiang Zheliu. It is entangled into a mature vinegar-flavored twist with all the colors and flavors.

Jiang Zheliu opened the door and saw a row of medicine jars. Two young Taoists sat on the futon with whisks on their arms, directing a row of paper figures to make medicine. One of the Taoist boys, wearing a gray-blue Taoist uniform, saw Jiang Zheliu first, his eyes shone brightly, he stabbed the one next to him with his elbow, and whispered, "Look, beauty!"

On the other side, the girl in the gray-pink dao uniform opened her sleepy eyes, and she suddenly became awake. Tears of sheer excitement fell from the corners of her mouth. She raised her hand to wipe the saliva from her nap, blinked, and asked: "Who is the son looking for?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't have the slightest spiritual energy, and the two Taoists thought they were mortals from where, so they called them sons.

But soon, this son can't be called out. From behind Jiang Zheliu, a man in black clothes and purple eyes covered in devilish energy followed silently, exuding a "I'm fierce, don't mess with me" breath all over his body, as if he would turn into a cultivator in the next moment. In this book, it is like the great devil who wants to destroy the whole world.

The fairy tale of the female Taoist suddenly got stuck, and whispered to the boy beside him: "...what is this, come, come to seek revenge?"

The male Taoist boy pondered for a moment, then said honestly, "Have you ever seen the overbearing demon looking for a beautiful mortal to make a cauldron? It's rare and strange, but it's a pity that the young master will be ruined."

The girl nodded quickly and agreed: "I must have come to ask about the medicine of love. Let's just say that the Guanzhu is not at home, he won't kill you and me, right?"

The conversation between the two seemed to be fast and hidden, but in Wen Renye's hearing, there was nothing to hide. He silently looked at Jiang Ziliu and then at himself. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how bad he was. Where.

Moreover, given Jiang Zheliu's age, he was actually called "Little Young Master"... oh, being tender is amazing.

On the contrary, Jiang Zhe Liu Xiuwei was completely lost, and he didn't hear what the two children were talking about. He said, "Come to visit the Ember Nian Yu Guanzhu, can you two introduce me?"

The girl made up her mind and said, "It's unfortunate that the young master is here, we are not here."

Jiang Zheliu glanced at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "How dare you let two thousand-year-old ginseng dolls be here alone?"

The prototype of the two children was broken, and they stared at him blankly, just as they were about to deny it, they heard the other party speak slowly.

"You two were dug up from the back mountain of Lingxiao School when he was a child. If I hadn't been in a good mood at the time and let him live, you two should still be under the banana tree on the back mountain of Lingxiao School."

The two Taoist boys felt chills down their spines, looking at his snow-covered long hair, they suddenly realized who he was, their hearts trembled, and they quickly got up and saluted, "Younger is rude, Jiang, Jiang Xian. Respect... our spectator is here..."

Before the children finished speaking, another male voice cut in.

"Are you in a good mood and let me live? You don't want to ignore me because you are injured."

Jiang Zheliu walked past the pounding medicine jar, stretched out his hand and raised the bamboo curtain, and saw a man in a light green Taoist robe sitting in front of the medicine stove, but this Taoist robe made him dressed in an unseemly manner, his clothes were wide open, revealing a small piece of snow-white chest. The two points on the chest are looming, which is really not serious.

He didn't think so, but the little devil beside him was so angry that he lowered his head close to his ear and said, "It's vulgar and vulgar, don't look at it."

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and said, "He's just a dick, and in my eyes, he's just a skeleton of flesh and blood, what's there to be afraid of?"

Jiang Xianzun is very self-confident and approached calmly—

Then he saw the jade model behind him, aphrodisiac medicine pills, double **** pictures...

Jiang Zheliu's expression was stagnant, and after a while he asked, "You..."

Ember Nian was sticking red paper on a bottle of medicinal herbs. At this time, he raised his head and glanced at him, and said logically: "Personal hobby. Senior Jiang sit."

In addition to the medicine stove all over the floor, it would be nice to have a place to sit, where is the seat.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a while, and confirmed from his expression, "It seems that the entire cultivation world already knows what happened."

Ember Nian said: "Not only that, I am afraid that the Netherworld will know all about it. Back then, the damage to the boundary membrane didn't spread so quickly. It can be seen that when you were there, this group of shriveled calves knew that even if the sky fell, you would bear it. Now that you can't hold on anymore, how many people are so worried that they can't sleep all night."

He moved out of a seat and put a futon for Jiang Zheliu, then squinted at Wen Renye behind him, and said in a deep voice, "...Senior, even if you have lost your current cultivation, don't catch a capable person. Just keep it by your side, something like a demon..."

As soon as he said a word, he was locked by a demonic energy, and his words stopped in time, and he turned to the situation very consciously: "Only they know how hard it is for the sects to guard the borders of all walks of life. I observed it. After a while, it is estimated that the Lingxiao faction will soon be called for help, the senior's junior brother can withstand a little bit, and the senior should be able to guess in his heart..."

Jiang Zheliu sat opposite him with an indifferent tone: "It's nothing to do with me."

Ember Nian put the red paper on, looked at him with his chin up, looked up and down, and said, "If it really doesn't matter, senior wouldn't come to me at this time. The more you really let go, The more you don’t care. And Senior Jiang’s caring has melted into his bones and has become a habit.”

Jiang Zheliu frowned and said, "You talk too much."

There have always been many words in the year of embers. While turning the bottle of medicine pill in his hand, he continued: "Thanks to the praise, Senior Jiang is as beautiful as ever. I originally thought that you would not come, after all, for you, the best The place of return is nowhere more than under the snow and ice of Zhongnan Mountain…”

His words are not without basis. When he was digging for ginseng dolls when he was a child, he saw Jiang Ziliu injured... To a certain extent, he knew him better than Zhu Wuxin and Jin Yujie. After all, in his In his heart, Jiang Zheliu is not really indestructible.

At that time, Zhu Wenyuan had not passed away, and Jiang Zheliu was still the elder brother of the Lingxiao faction. At that time, Jiang Zheliu should have just returned from the mission. He looked calm and said nothing. No one knew that he was injured.

Only Ember Year knew that when he lowered his head and undid the gauze to change the dressing, the deep wound accompanied by the overflowing demonic energy almost penetrated his arm. Nian faintly understood the reason why he was released from the Lingxiao faction.

Gradually, among all the compliments, what he hated the most was that others boasted that they were indestructible and omnipotent.

The fire was burning, and the elixir inside exploded with a crackling sound.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him indifferently, and said calmly: "The snow and ice in Zhongnan Mountain is too cold, maybe I will prefer other places in the future."

"Really joking." Ember Nian curled his lips, completely unbelieving that there was a second place in his heart, but the other party was willing to come over, indicating that at least some ideas were saved. He prides himself on being a doctor and his parents, and naturally he is quite happy.

While talking about the past, Ember Year raised his hand to put Jiang Zheliu's wrist, and a trace of green spiritual energy was introduced into it.

The two were silent, Wen Renye was blindly anxious beside him, watching Ember Year's brows tightened, and couldn't help saying: "Is it all right? How can he be cured?"

Ember Nian slowly retracted his hand, looked at Jiang Zheliu against his chin, and said, "How much virtue you have accumulated in this past life, it's really the magic of nature that makes you so cleverly stuck below the standard line of death."

Jiang Zheliu said: "It may be that he lost his conscience in his last life."

"That's right." Ember Nian said, "Otherwise, how could you afford to pay for those bastards, they are all debts that cannot be repaid in this life."

Yu Jinnian stood up, picked a bottle from the medicine rack on the other side, took a lot of bottles, put it in front of Jiang Zheliu, and said, "Eat first."

"...Eat first?"

"Yes." Ember said, "Less pain."

Jiang Zheliu finally felt that there was no point in coming, and nodded happily.

"Don't talk about whether it can be cured. You should ask how long it can last. He is still in his realm. As long as he takes good care of it, he may hang it for decades at a stretch. I just saw that you seem to have used jade. Soul Cultivation Pill, this can be used later... and also, your eyes..."

Ember Year slowly turned around, looked at his dark and cold eyes, and said, "Can you feel it yourself?"

His mouth was too fast, and Jiang Ziliu couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, so he could only nodded lightly: "Yes."

Ember Nian leaned on the medicine rack, held a whisk in his hand, looked at him for a while with his arms folded, then stretched out **** and said, "What is this?"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Two."

"Can you see clearly?"

"Guess."

The Year of Ember: "...What a big thing this is, take it seriously!"