Zhenjun Suzaku only stayed in Zhongnan Mountain for about a day. After confirming that Wen Renye did not intend to hurt his friends, Liezhen returned to the demon world.

The ancient trees were towering, the roots were intricately intertwined, and there was a violent vibration in the Wanling Palace.

Qing Lin was sitting on the seat, drinking tea while looking at the irritable Vermilion Bird in front of him, watching his flaming sword smash the ground fiercely, and the whole person exuded a very strong low pressure.

"You just destroyed the Wanling Palace, what's the use?" Qinglin looked at him with his chin on his back, "If Zheliu hadn't been protecting you, your bones would have been broken by Wen Renye. Feed the dog. Thinking of you and me joining forces, it is impossible for me to be the enemy of the Lord of the Demon Realm for this kind of thing."

She watched Lie Zhen's long bright red hair lose its luster, and the phoenix feathers on her body also hung down. The sword on the ground was inserted into a crack, and the cold light above the blade was no longer there, and the whole person perfectly interpreted the phrase "a phoenix with feathers is not as good as a chicken".

Qing Lin glanced at him and said: "You and I join forces? Going to kill a half-step Jinxian? It's crazy. When Zhe Liu is around, although you and I are better than him on the bright side, it's just a discussion, often If the point is reached, if it is really a life-and-death struggle, let the devil stew the soup, maybe..."

"How can he be so strong..."

"He has." Qinglin cut off his words ruthlessly, looked at the back of True Monarch Suzaku and said, "Wen Renjian is also a half-step Jinxian, why did he hand over power to his son so easily. I tell you , Wen Renye is the strongest person in the entire Demon World."

Lie Zhen was full of anger and was aroused again, the flames all over his body suddenly burst, and the temperature soared: "Can he be stronger than Zhe Liu? Zhe Liu is the best in the world—"

This time, without Qinglin cutting off his words, Liezhen had already stopped abruptly, stopped in a daze, and looked at the ancient trees and vines that were entangled not far away.

Jiang Zheliu has no cultivation base...

The rays of the sun have dyed the clouds and leaked in between the branches and leaves of the ancient trees, like the remains of wet blood.

The Wanling Palace was silent for a long time, Qinglin stood up and saw the hot tears that were almost burning with white smoke on the ground.

"When you and I chose to stand by and watch, we should have expected today." Qing Lin walked up to him and saw Feng Yu behind his ear trembling slightly, and knew that his companion must be complicated and hard to say, "But my friend is right. The world of comprehension is so exhausted, only in exchange for the never-ending support of the right path. By doing this, we not only pave the way for the demon world and remove obstacles, but also let Zhe Liu get rid of the status quo of just paying."

Qing Lin paused for a while, then said again: "I just didn't expect that he would be injured so badly. Could it be that the Lingxiao faction doesn't even know how to help with the formation?"

These words are just excuses, but excuses also need to have one.

Liezhen's thoughts on his friends are very complicated. In addition to these excuses, there is also a vague part of the reason... Broken high mountain flowers have the opportunity for people to pick them.

He kept calling Jiang Ziliu a "friend", but in his heart, he did not consider him a real friend.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qing Lin walked around the True Monarch Suzaku for a few weeks and said, "I will advise you, Zheliu doesn't like demons, don't worry, Wen Renye is at best one of those delusional people. , it's just a more capable one, and it's no different from your essence."

She directly said that the other party was delusional, then picked up the teacup to moisten her throat, and leaned against the table: "He didn't let Wen Renye kill you, isn't it enough to show your advantage?"

Qinglin persuaded him for a long time before he heard Lie Zhen's dull and uncertain voice: "...I seem to regret it."

Qing Lin clenched his teacup tightly.

"I'm not at all...for his own good."

"I know." Qinglin said, "In your heart, you just want to get him. In fact, many people think so. Zhu Wuxin, Jin Yujie, Wen Renye... Your advantage is that you are more awake than them, closer to him."

Her words pierced reality, just like a thin needle pierced an inflated balloon, and everything filled in it ran out as if deflated, leaving only the shriveled skin filled with desire.

Qing Lin didn't say any more, but looked into the distance and added silently in his heart:

But he won't like you.

From a long time ago, Qinglin realized that Jiang Zheliu hardly lived for himself. He was precise and fair, like a ruler marked by a scale. In his eyes, there was only grace and righteousness, and only the overall situation was the most important. Sometimes when she was joking with Jiang Ziliu, she could see a trace of deep exhaustion from the small smile on the other's lips.

He doesn't like someone like Liezhen who needs to be motivated to deal with it, but he is still habitually protecting his friends.

——

At the same time, Zhongnan Mountain.

Jin Yujie rubbed his hands together and asked the monk beside him, "Are you sure that Zhenjun Suzaku came here a few days ago?"

"That's still fake? Oh my young pavilion master, the whole sky is half dyed red, and even the snow has melted a few inches. Who else is it if it's not True Monarch Suzaku?" "True Monarch Suzaku and Jiang Xianzun are the best friends. The thousand years of peace between the world of self-cultivation and the demon world started between the two! Now that such a big event has happened to Xianzun Jiang, Suzaku will not go to the Lingxiao faction. Looking for Zhu Wuxin, but came here instead... Isn't the meaning of it obvious?"

"True Lord Suzaku didn't take anyone away?"

"Yeah, I don't know if the talk broke down, or what happened. Zhenjun Suzaku stayed on the mountain for more than a day. When I saw it later, it seemed that he was injured alone."

Jin Yujie nodded and asked again, "Who else did you tell this besides me?"

The monk replied quickly: "I saw it the other day, so I quickly told you. No one said anything."

The entire cultivation world is looking for Jiang Zheliu, and there are secret rewards for news everywhere, but the Wushuang Jiange is the most expensive.

Jin Yujie nodded slightly, glanced at him, and said: "Okay, you wait at the foot of the mountain, prepare the carriage, stove, and medicinal pills for me. As long as I find someone, I will take the senior strictly and smoothly. Don't give those prodigal sons a chance to take advantage."

The cultivator was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "Aren't you a Dengtulang..."

Before he could finish his words, Jin Yujie slapped his head: "What are you talking about, how many people are so greedy for those who have lost their wishes. If I don't protect the seniors, the seniors will be bullied. What should I do? Go and do your business!"

After Jin Yujie said this, he couldn't help rubbing his hands again. He is dressed in a robe of swordsmanship, white inside and gold outside, and a black belt. His clothes are gorgeous and delicate, and even the hair crown is made of unparalleled Lingyu, and there is a smart and clear expectation in his eyes.

Different from the confrontation with Zhu Wuxin in Lingxiao School that day, Jin Yujie at this moment is like a hairy boy who has come back for a blind date, his youthful childishness and the feeling of seeing his first love are overflowing.

Carrying the Seven-Star Sword on his back, he went up the mountain from the snowy path of Zhongnan Mountain, passed an empty bamboo garden, and saw the adjacent pine wood building.

There seemed to be people living in the small building. There was a deer demon sitting at the door outside, with tender horns that could pinch out water. Boys and girls looked like they were decocting medicine boredly.

Jin Yujie knew that the senior often took in the little demon, and it must be the same now. He was not surprised, but leaned over and asked in a good voice: "Xiaolu, does Jiang Xianzun live here?"

A Chu rolled his eyes and circled around him, as if he could see something: "Yeah, are you here to take advantage of the fire?"

Jin Yujie's smile froze: "Take advantage of the fire..."

"Or else I'll fall into trouble?" A Chu said disdainfully, "When the protagonist is not down, all of them are respectful descendants, confidantes, friends, and caring juniors. When the protagonist is injured, each of them thinks that they are the rescuers in third-rate novels. The hero of the domineering president in the water and fire warms the heart of the heroine like a god, and I don't even look at the status of my immortal brother, would you rather be worthy?"

Jin Yujie completely stunned the Zu'an deer, and before he could understand what the other party meant, he was snorted by A Chu and scolded: "I have to hate because of love, good guy, it's something that is related to people. You don't do anything at all!"

It was the first time that Achu saw these people described in the novel. As soon as he walked in, he tried his best to fool Chang Gan and found Jiang Ziliu with great effort. He slammed out of the room, turned around and entered the room after speaking, and closed the door with a slam.

A Chu closed the door and entered the house, and immediately turned into an ignorant sweet little deer, and put the fried medicine beside Jiang Ziliu.

Jiang Zheliu was always attentive when he was reading. Although he heard a few conversations, all of them were just passing by, and nothing entered his mind. At this moment, he looked up at A Chu and said, "Who is outside?"

Xiaolu said: "Dengtu prodigal son."

Jiang Zheliu nodded first, then heard something wrong, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked back.

What prodigal sons, all came here?

It snows for half a year in Zhongnan Mountain. It is deserted, uninhabited, and full of strange creatures. It is not even worth sightseeing.

Achu looked at his nose and heart, and insisted: "Not a good person!"

Judging from the parts he has seen, Jin Yujie is definitely not among the good people in the original work. In the early stage, he showed his coveting heart for the protagonist, and even showed signs of love and hatred. Fortunately, he knew that this was a This cultivator has no cp novel, the beautiful brother is very noble, these toads and toads are not worthy!

But Wen Renye was the one who secretly knocked it under the text... It shouldn't be in the way...

Just when Ah Chu was thinking about the plot and insisting that Jin Yujie was "not a good person", the door of the Pinewood Building was knocked very well.

Three short and one long, very educated.

After the sound, the door was gently pushed open.

It is rare to find such a normal person entering the door. Jiang Ziliu thought calmly.

He watched the junior in a golden robe step forward, his eyes glowing at him, and then he half-knelt down and saluted him.

"Senior suffered."

Jiang Zheliu looked at himself and felt that he didn't suffer much.

"Would you like to go to the Wushuang Jiange? I have packed the room, carriages and horses for the seniors. As soon as you arrive, you will immediately be enshrined by the Supreme Master of the Wushuang Jiange. My father can't sleep and eat because of the whereabouts of the seniors, for fear of uneasy and kind people. What do I do to the senior, I too... I have always been worried... "

The more he talked, the more nervous he became. His eyes swept across at first, then moved up from the corner of Jiang Zheliu's snow-white shirt, and moved up gradually until he saw his face.

Jin Yujie was stunned.

Even though he had long known that the senior was injured, he had never imagined it in his mind.

When Jiang Zheliu rescued him at the beginning, with just one sword, he swept away thousands of evil spirits that climbed out of the Netherworld, and brought him back, the child who sank into the Styx River. Otherwise, Jin Yujie should have become the satiety food for evil spirits at that time, and there would be no such thing as today.

He and Jiang Zheliu do not have the name of master and apprentice, but they have the reality of master and apprentice. He often lived in the Lingxiao School and practiced with Zhu Wuxin. He still remembered Jiang Ziliu's body temperature and breath when he corrected his sword-holding posture. In the cold, there was a hint of gentleness.

Therefore... Although he scolded Zhu Wuxin, although he was infinitely worried, in his heart, he had the same concept as Zhu Wuxin all along—he couldn't believe that there was anything in this world that Jiang Ziliu couldn't do.

Until he saw the person in front of him, Suyi and snow cloak, with withered white hair, he looked over calmly.

Jin Yujie's admiration, longing, secret love, and admiration all seemed to have swelled to the limit, and then suddenly burst open, the fragments crumpled together in his heart, twisted together, and the pain made him speechless.

"…senior."

Jiang Zheliu nodded, Quan Dang responded to this title, and then said: "Yujie, tell the pavilion master that I am not in good health, so I won't go."

Jin Yujie had a hard throat and nodded vigorously: "Then I'll stay and take care of you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Jiang Ziliu frown slightly.

His heart jumped up immediately, fearing that the senior would be displeased by this sentence, just when he was nervously beating his heart to his throat, he heard the other party speak gently.

"Is the usual thing solved?"

Jin Yujie was stunned for a moment, and then he was dizzy by the shocking demonic energy behind him. In the next instant, a semi-demonized hand came up from the back of his neck and held it, and the bone spur could pass through his throat almost in the next moment. , carried him like a pendant, and moved him away.

"Well, no one will hunt him down anymore."

Wen Renye answered his sweetheart first, then turned his purple eyes slightly, and glanced at Jin Yujie, his eyes were dark and unfathomable, which implied a dangerous and mysterious smile and murderous intent.

"You're in the way."