The most beautiful thing in Zhongnan Mountain is the plum blossoms.

Everything flows away, only the white plum remains unchanged.

Jiang Zheliu was wearing a plush snow cloak, with a small and delicate hand stove in the palm of his hand. The soft velvet brocade boots were put on by Wen Renye, soft as silk, with a faint hint of warmth.

The hairpin of his hair was knocked off before, and then he slept peacefully in the arms of the little devil. Until now, he hadn't combed his hair properly. The cold and frosty snow hair draped over the same-color fur collar, almost blending into one.

The moonlight fell on his shoulders, lining the back of his hand, which was slightly exposed when he held the stove, so white that it was slightly translucent, without the slightest bit of blood.

Wen Renye accompanied him beside him, holding his fingers.

This is the small pavilion where the meteor was seen before. The seats in the pavilion were made of rocks, and now a layer of soft fox fur is covered. When Lord Mozun put him down from his arms, he disliked how hard and cold the broken stone was, and complained unreasonably.

The little devil raised him like a glass man.

The snowy night is actually not that cold. It is said that snow is not as cold as melting snow, and the temperature will drop sharply only after the snow stops.

Wen Renye sat beside him, arms around him vacantly. The black cloak on his body overlapped with Jiang Zheliu's snow cloak, gradually getting closer and closer, snuggling together.

Jiang Zheliu watched for a while, rubbed the small stove in his hand with his fingertips, and said slowly, "I called you back before, not only because I was tired."

His tone was clear and calm, and he narrated the things like Zhu Wuxin and He Suo one by one, and then pointed out that the giant chain of seclusion was broken.

"...If I had known earlier, this would have happened." Jiang Zheliu said in a flat tone, "I won't stop you that day, but I will save you some peace of mind."

He said to the little devil that day that if he walks one hundred steps, he is half ninety, and he is only one step away.

But at the last step, it all collapsed. The younger brother he raised with his own hands died at his own hands.

Jiang Zheliu lowered his head, his palm slowly fit the stove, and said, "It's a pity that the world didn't know it earlier."

Wen Renye was silent for a long while, staring at him with a touch of light and cold moonlight, looking at Jiang Ziliu's lowered eyebrows.

He couldn't quite understand what Jiang Ziliu felt in his heart when he said these words.

"If my master knows." Jiang Zheliu smiled slightly, "I'm afraid I will regret it."

Wen Renye stared at him: "If Zhu Wenyuan really had raised feelings for you, he would have regretted it long ago - giving birth to such a thing drags you down."

Jiang Zheliu said: "It's not a drag, Wuxin was not like this before."

"Everyone is dead." Wen Renye's eyes turned cold, "You think he's better."

Since the little devil came back this time, his temper seemed to be much tougher, as if he was really frightened by his sudden disappearance.

"Before you woke up, I went to Danxin Guan." Wen Renye said, "Yin Ying went out to collect medicine, but he disappeared, and I don't know where he went. When he comes back, let him show you. "

"Um."

"Shi Binghen brought back the Lingxiao sword." When Wen Renye mentioned the sword, he couldn't help but think of the sword in Jiang Ziliu's hands, "What are you going to do with it?"

"I'm thinking about it too." Jiang Zheliu thought about it, "Even if it is sent back to the Lingxiao faction, there is no one available in the Lingxiao faction."

"Then stay by your side." These words are in Wen Renye's mind. In his heart, only the opponent's hand is qualified to pick up the Lingxiao sword.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at the pale palm, and sighed: "The treasure is dusty, and the heavenly objects are ruined."

"When it falls into the hands of the villain, it is the real treasure that is dusted." Wen Renye frowned and said, "Zhe Liu, don't let it go."

When Jiang Zheliu faced the demon world, he still held the sword to suppress the border, not a single cent, not an inch of land. However, in the face of the Lingxiao faction and the righteous people who he supported with one hand, he was always accustomed to giving in.

This is not the kind of soft concession, but more like being an elder who takes care of others, with an infinite view of the big picture and tolerance. Even if he himself is as cold as ice, it does not affect the silent care of the other party.

Wen Renye's voice was very low, his breath was warm and hot, and slowly fell on the edge of his ears. Jiang Zheliu's ears turned red, as if he had been poked at a hidden sensitive point. He was in a trance for a moment, but the other party didn't back away, he got closer, intentionally or unintentionally, and the edge of his lips almost touched the earlobe.

His waist was going soft.

Even Jiang Ziliu himself is not particularly aware of the sensitivity of this body. In the past, Xianzun Jiang, who was high above the world, was unparalleled in the world, and no one would be so presumptuous.

He had a fever at the base of his ear, and was caught in his arms by the other party, so he had no choice but to draw a line from his words and replied, "This sword is a unique symbol, if it were left in my hand, everyone would think that I There is still a fight for power.”

"It's not a struggle for power." Wen Renye always takes him as his standard, "It's the return of things to their original owners."

He didn't step back, his eyes stopped on the other's face, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and then he took him back into his arms and touched his lips tentatively, with a very slight movement.

Jiang Zheliu stopped talking and looked up at him.

"Have you tacitly agreed that you can be with me?" The little devil pressed against his lips and kissed him gently, "Zhe Liu, you saw it too, the devil world likes you very much, you don't have to worry too much. ."

The demons really like him very much, and they are basically the kind of likes who hold the corners, and the eyes of the Lord and the Demon Queen are like lemons, sour out of the sky. A team of big demons also discussed taking the queen back, but because the bad environment in the demon world was not suitable for recuperation, they were beaten back by Wen Renye... oh no, I persuaded them to go back.

Jiang Zheliu's impression on the entire Demon World was too strong. Which of the big demons in those days didn't hold back their energy and wanted to be pretentious, but they were pulled back by Ling Xiaojian one by one, but Jiang Xianzun was so beautiful, so one by one, they were defeated and defeated again and again. Secret love and beating are not delayed.

Jiang Zheliu did not expect this situation in the devil world. He was a little dizzy by the breath of the other party, and the tip of his nose was lingering with the breath of pine and cypress on Wen Renye's body. He was hugged by the little devil, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "...you are not afraid of being a widow."

Wen Renye was already nervous, but this sentence made him even more nervous. The little deer that he had raised for more than ten chapters before being revived happily began to hop, and hit it so hard that he could do whatever he wanted.

"Don't be afraid." Wen Renye Youzi's eyes stared at him for a moment, "I will definitely take care of you."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't help but rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and pinched his handsome face with a sharp sense of sharpness, squeezed the little devil's villain's face softly and rounded, and said with a smile: "Can you consider the objective facts, Talking is always so... capricious."

Wen Ren Ye's eyebrows clenched tightly, letting him squeeze his face, and his tone was not very happy: "Then can you believe in miracles? What if there is, it's like this every day..."

He couldn't find the word for a while, so he went through it in his mind and suddenly remembered the word that A Chu often used to say, "So sad."

Jiang Zheliu had understood the meaning of this word from Xiaolu before, and he corrected: "This is maturity."

"Then I'd rather be naive." Wen Renye said, "If something happens to you again, and there are shameless people embarrassing you, I will be even more naive."

Jiang Zheliu looked into his eyes, his thoughts suddenly stopped, and he faintly felt the unusual breath in the other party's words.

"If you get hurt because of those beasts." Wen Renye looked down and landed on the pendant around Jiang Zheliu's neck, "Or...you leave. No one can control me. "

The whole body of the resurrection stone is lustrous and moist, and there are a few blue shimmers floating on the milky white stone.

Even though Jiang Zheliu had predicted the future direction of the world and knew that there might be a war in the devil world, he was still stunned by Wen Renye's way of talking... In his mind, the little devil should be a A hero who can unify all walks of life, not like he said at the moment... full of danger.

Jiang Zheliu pressed his fingertips on the stove, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are threatening me."

"Yes." Wen Renye confessed, "If one day, you don't feel that this is a threat...you can truly be freed."

Jiang Zheliu fell silent.

The safety of all beings in the world can threaten him, which is an invisible shackle.

No matter how indifferent he seems on the surface, as the little devil said, only when he doesn't feel that this is a threat can he truly be relieved.

The falling snow blew into the pavilion and touched the fur collar of the cloak.

Wen Renye stretched out his finger and carefully brushed away the snowflakes, when he heard the other party's voice, his tone was very light: "...I thought I would be free long ago after I retired."

"And I'm in charge." Wen Renye is very self-aware, "In order not to be a widow, I have to work harder to raise you longer than Nanshan."

He took Jiang Zheliu's wrist, rubbed it in his palm, and then said, "It's too cold, let's go back."

"Okay." Jiang Zheliu glanced at the pale night sky, and suddenly said, "Little devil?"

"Um?"

"...Nothing." Jiang Zheliu's words came to his lips, but he felt that it would be fine if he didn't say anything. The world was unpredictable, and it could be completely predicted by causal deduction and the Buddhist proverb, "Let's go back."

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It's not just Zhongnan Mountain that has snowed.

The seasons change and the climate changes. At the junction of the realm of self-cultivation and the world of demons, in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there was also a rare snowstorm.

The realm of the ember year was not very strong, but after all, he had been practicing Taoism for many years, and he would not frown because of the wind and snow outside, but at this moment, he was caught in a dilemma for this snow.

The blue-blooded peony that unraveled the same fate has already been picked.

But what he didn't expect was that the lock-sound incantation that he had negotiated with Wang Wenyuan several times during this period of time and tried back and forth was still false.

No matter how much a person's purpose is concealed, he will be caught in the result he wants to get. Ember Year's curiosity about the sound-locking spell was only manifested in the spell itself. It was a very inconspicuous requirement mixed in the results of countless negotiations, and it was not involved in Wang Moxuan's body at all, but his brother's sense of smell was too keen. , and perhaps divination horoscopes as an aid...

In several negotiations without direct meeting, Ember Year and Wang Wenyuan confirmed the final transaction content. About a day and a night ago, the news of Zhu Wuxin's death spread from the Lingxiao faction, and it was conveyed by Wang Wenyuan to the Year of Ember. The Tianji Pavilion owner said inscrutably, that Zhu Wuxin died according to the agreement, and their transactions should also be ended.

The antidote to Cone Heart Poison in exchange for various other items requested by the Year of Embers.

There is nothing wrong with everything, only the spell of the lock sound is not only fake, but also has a wonderful chain reaction with the same fate. At the same time he used the blue-blooded peony from the 100,000-strong mountain to unravel the same fate contract, this deed deeply rooted in the soul also completely sealed the cultivation practice in Wang Moxuan's body.

This old fox, Wang Wenyuan, seems to have been waiting for this moment. He even sent Wang Moxuan out of the Tianji Pavilion to do errands, as if he did it on purpose.

He didn't really take this person as a brother.

It's just a tool to change his dressing.

The most important thing in the hundred thousand mountains is the cave. The furnace is raised in the year of embers, and the many elixir and precious things that fall at hand are not taken care of. There are only a few pieces of clothes in his storage ring, and there is no one that can cover the cold... He doesn't need it, and naturally he won't always have it.

Ember Year's clothes had a faint scent of herbs, which now enveloped Wang Moxuan's body. The other party was also wearing the light blue robe of the guardian of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, a slightly thick cloak was draped over his shoulders, his fingers were red, and he was stiff from the cold.

"Everything else was close to danger, and the same fate deed was also solved, but..." Ember Nian grabbed his hand and held it in his palm without evasion, "Your cultivation technique has been affected, and you can't exert it. I don't know if I can recover it for you."

There was also a sound-locking spell that could not be unlocked.

"Tianji Pavilion, you can't go back." Ember Nian frowned, "Wang Wenyuan is probably waiting to see my joke."

The little mute couldn't speak, and showed him sign language with his frozen fingers.

--It's ok. It's good to leave.

He had been controlled by these methods in the Tianji Pavilion for many years before, and he had sought a lot of help and opportunities, but none of them were successful.

In the end it just got worse over and over again.

Ember Nian stared at him for a while, suddenly took his frozen hand, and pulled Wang Moxuan into his arms, then lowered his head and tore off his clothes, tore off the complicated neckline, and spread his fingers on the other's body.

The little mute is very different from when he was a teenager. He was born clear and handsome, and his eyebrows are gentle and elegant, as if he has no temper.

But he was still frightened by this move. He was stunned for a moment, and then he hurriedly pressed the hand of the Ember Year, but his cultivation base was completely sealed, and his body was like an ordinary person, and he couldn't hold it at all.

Ember Nian held him in his arms and let the other party's cold body stick to his skin.

He is constant temperature.

"Don't act blindly." His Excellency Medical Sage said angrily, "I didn't cure people, but made people into waste. You are my shame."

Wang Moxuan understood his intentions and immediately stopped moving.

"It's absolutely amazing to encounter this ghostly weather in the Hundred Thousand Mountains." Ember Year rambled, "When I was a child with you in a school, you couldn't talk, I called you little mute every day, and you were so fierce. The wolf cub was about to beat me, but he cried when he couldn't beat me, and I cried so much that I was upset. I thought you, the second young master of the dignified Tianji Pavilion, went back to the top, and turned himself into a little mute."

He paused, then continued: "Good guy, now I can't even cry anymore, I just look at me, it's annoying."

The little mute in his arms did not move.

"It's only been a few years since your voice improved, and you haven't been able to speak yet, and it's broken again." Ember said, "Your temper has improved a lot, too, no matter how bullied you are now, you won't make a sound."

Wang Moxuan didn't even play with him in sign language, and only His Excellency the Doctor was left to entertain himself in this deep mountain and old forest.

"You didn't even reply to the letter, you really made Tianji Pavilion control you." Yu Jinnian sighed, "Why do I have such a good heart, I really have the heart of a doctor's parents, you can call me a godfather in the future."

Of course what he said was nonsense. Just when he was talking nonsense for a long time and didn't want Wang Moxuan to fall asleep, he suddenly felt itchy in his chest.

The other party's fingertips rubbed against his chest, writing slowly.

Write "Thank you".

Ember Year's words choked, his throat tightened, and he said after a while: "...When the snow here stops, I will take you to Zhongnan Mountain to find someone. That big devil...cough, that person is very powerful, even if your brother is considered I don't dare to look for you again when I come to your place."

As he spoke, he murmured in his heart for a while... This person just writes, can he find a proper place to write, how can he make the atmosphere a little, a little unserious?